Sequel: Stolen
Status: There's a sequel after all.

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Fifty-four

“Hey!” Matt beamed, standing up from the weird umbrella table thing.

“Sup.” I couldn’t really get much out besides that one word.

“Are you okay?” I smiled grimly and nodded slowly.

“I’m fine. But we need to talk …” I could feel my stomach tightening up seemingly trying to keep my words in.

“Oh..” He sounded wary; knowing, pulling my chair out for me. I looked around the area before sitting down; I felt like I was being watched. “So..?” Was he that oblivious?

“Come here,” I opened my arms, in a hugging gesture before standing up to hug him. He sent me a guarded look before getting back up and hugging me; my shortness didn’t help the cause.

“What are you doing to me?” I heard him breath. I didn’t want to hear that, I really didn’t want to hear that!

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, right before I got an idea. “Kiss me.” I probably should’ve thought over my plans better.

“What?” He pulled away quickly and looked at me like I was crazy. Oh, now he gets it!

“Kiss me,” I repeated. He was starting to get on my nerves.

“But, aren’t you with -”

“Yes!” I hissed, “Now just kiss me!” I grabbed his chin, and pulled his lips onto mine; it took all of 5 seconds for him to respond.

Nothing.

I waited politely until he pulled away, a sad look on my face; a knowing one on his.

“Nothing, huh?”

“Sorry.” I hugged him and sighed, “I really hope we can be friends, even though it’ll be awkward for a while.”

“It won’t be awkward for me.” His smile made me want to smile back, but it felt wrong to smile at the time. “Just as long as you’re happy,” he muttered, looking away from my face.

I beamed as I squeezed him more.

But no matter how happy I was as we sat down, or how hungry I was when we ordered our food, I couldn’t get this feeling out of my gut that someone was watching me.
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... Yeah .. I meant to post this yesterday .. but ... I passed out ... >.> Sorry.