Shit happens.
"Matt! Get in here right now!"
Matt's head shot up as he glanced over to his apartment bathroom where his girlfriend Emily was yelling at him from. Emily was known for being loud, sure, but she never usually yelled like this when she was just a room away.
She usually yelled much quieter.
Matt smiled to himself at his thought, and looked up to where Emily had yelled his name.
"What is it?" He called back, letting his focus go back to the game that he had been playing; Silent Hill: The Room.
He waited for a moment as he expected Emily to reply once more.
When he didn't hear anything else from his lady, he let his full focus expand completely to his game again. He watched as the main character, Henry, peeked through a hole in his apartment that lead to a neighboring apartment. Matt shivered as he noticed that one of the main antagonists, Robbie Rabbit, was starting directly at Henry.
"Ugh, that's creepy." He mumbled to himself, shaking his head at the television image.
Once he moved back away from the hole, he stiffened as a moan came from the game, remembering that the ghosts were invading the apartment. He hated it. Sure he wasn't like Ashley, one of his closest friends who got scared if someone sneezed really loud when it was quiet, but he hated things like this. He hated when inanimate things would move or do creepy things like this.
He figured it was because he wasn't into psychological horror. Or he assumed that it was psychological horror. Either way, he didn't like it. Not at all.
His focus was on the game so much that when Emily yelled out his name again, he threw his controller onto his living room table, knocking his glass of water onto his carpet. He huffed, standing and picking up the controller, satisfied that it wasn't broken or water damaged, and he looked over to his bathroom door.
"MATTHEW!"
"I'm coming Emily, hold on! I just knocked my water over. You scared me." He replied back, pausing his game, tossing the controller on his couch that he had just been occupying.
"Well geez, meathead, didn't you know that when I call for you, you should just come here." Emily retorted.
Matt sneered in her direction, wanting to send an insult back at her, but he knew that she didn't really mean it. It was just her over confident insecurities at work again. She had recently confided in him that when she was being a bitch, she didn't actually mean it. She was just scared of being hurt again.
Matt grit his teeth as he thought of Mike, but another bark from Emily in the other room got his attention.
"Matt, please."
He shifted his weight, turning to the bathroom and walking over to the closed wooden door. He lifted his hand, knocking firmly twice. Matt heard her shifting around a few things, and his brow furrowed at that. He didn't exactly have anything to hide in his bathroom. Maybe in his phone history, but not his bathroom.
"Em?"
"Hold on meat for brains!" She yelled out.
Matt huffed softly, rolling his deep brown eyes as he held his tongue once more. He waited a moment, hearing Emily shift more things around on his counter top, eventually knocking something off, as Matt heard her curse softly. He chuckled at that, knocking lightly two more times.
"Emily?"
"Hold on, Matt, Jesus!" She retorted hotly, as she usually did.
Matt glared at the door, mimicking a pissed off preppy girl to himself. He flailed his arms a bit and made an angry face, mouthing what Emily kept yelling at him.
"You're the one that called for me." He mumbled out finally as he finished his tantrum, pursing his lips. Matt leaned against the door frame and waited for her to open the door.
He turned his gaze back to his paused game, wishing he could get back to it. He didn't always have much time to play around, as he was trying his hardest to keep up with sports, his part time job, and homework. Though he definitely hated homework.
College sucked.
"Alright, Matt. I need you to come in. The door's unlocked."
Startled by her voice he stood up straight, lifting his hand up, jiggling the handle and clicking it open. He pushed on the door frame and it opened easily. Matt lifted his eyes to meet Emily's reflected hazel ones as he walked over to her.
He stared at her reflection in the mirror and Matt smiled softly, hoping to keep her calm for whatever it was that was going on. He could tell that it was upsetting her by the way that she was standing and holding herself. She didn't normally slouch in the slightest, but now she was leaning over the sink.
Matt shifted over to where he was standing behind his girlfriend, and he wrapped his strong arms around the short, black haired woman that made his heart flutter. Leaning in, he rested his head against hers and gazed lovingly into her hazel eyes. Her iris' stared back with fear. With an unsure glance that also held anxiety and something else that he couldn't hit on the nose.
"Em, what's wrong?" His voice was muffled in her hair as he placed a soft, reassuring kiss on her temple. "Tell me what happened, Emily."
Matt turned her body around to face his own, and he slid his hands down her arms, grasping her hands in his. Though, when he held her hands, he felt something hard and plastic between her fingers.
Confusion arouse on his face as he began to try and rub his fingers between hers to get whatever it was that was bothering her. And he knew that it was whatever that she was hiding in her slim fingers.
Dark brown eyes flittered down to their entwined hands, and he unfolded her fingers to figure out what she had. Emily quickly put a stop to it though, and curled her fingers tighter around the object.
"Matt."
Her voice was so small as she said his name, and their eyes locked onto each others. Matt let his grip loosen on her smaller hands, bringing one of his up to smooth across her cheek. She looked so scared as Matt did that, nearly shying away from his touch.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and Matt took in a deep breath before leaning in and kissing her forehead gently. He closed his eyes, lifting his other hand to caress her other cheek, and he shifted his face down. Their noses brushed together and Matt heard Emily take in a sharp breath like when they had almost kissed for the first time so long ago. His heart beat felt like he had just run a marathon; he felt pride as he knew that he made her feel this way. Excited. Trembling with it. Quivering as he lowered his lips to capture hers in the most innocent and intimate way.
There was no pressure, no rush, only the soft connection of sweet affection. It was slow, sensual, but not sexual. It only showed how much Matt cared for Emily as he pulled away to stare into her eyes. And only then did she lift one of her hands to grab one of his. She loosened her fingers around the object, pulling his hand down so that she could press it into his hand.
Matt looked down into his hands, the object warm as it had been squeezed around Emily's palm for who knows how long. His gaze flickered back to Emily's, and she nodded to him, telling him to look now before she changed her mind and kicked him out of the bathroom.
He did so, slowly opening his palms to view the white, plastic item that was now in his possession. Sure, Matt wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, but he knew exactly what he was holding in his hands. And when he looked into Emily's eyes once more, he grinned wider than than he ever had. His eyes filled with astonishment yet worry and Matt pulled her close, holding her tight.
"Holy shit, Emily!" He pulled away from her small stature and leaned down, kissing her softly. "Holy shit! I'm going to be a dad!"
Emily pushed his chest, getting his attention back on her. Hazel eyes were still filled with fear and anxiety clouded over them, but he finally realized what that other emotion was; such a raw form of happiness, that it was hidden behind that other emotions, the overpowering emotions. Matt did, however, understand why she was so fearful and anxious. She looked like she was waiting for something bad to happen like before with Mike. But Matt simply gave her a soft smile, his hand still cupping her cheek gently and kissing her forehead.
"Don't worry, Em." He began reassuring her, though his voice wavered as he started to understand the full weight of the situation that happened upon them. "It'll be okay, we'll find a way to do this. I won't leave you alone."
Her eyes became watery as her lips quivered.
"Matt?"
"I'll drop out." He stated. "I mean, I already have a really good part time job working with a mechanic, so I can drop out and then I'll try to save up as much as I can, and we'll figure this out. I promise, Em."
He gripped onto her hands, firm but not to the point where it hurt. She moved her hand, wiping a few strands of hair from her face when she looked up at Matt again. His smiles were always so sweet, so contagious.
And so she smiled back, nodding her head to his promises.
"Yeah, Matt. We'll get through this."
Annnnnnnnnd done. Hopefully this wasn't shit, but hey! Opinions are here for a reason. If you don't have anything nice to say, please move along. Constructive criticism much appreciated! Have a lovely day!
