I'm actually really nervous about posting this story. Please don't kill me.

(Maddy's P.O.V)

Matthew and I always spent Sunday afternoons following my mother around as she shopped for... well whatever she felt like shopping for that day. Shoes, clothes, house supplies, it didn't matter. If you could buy it, my mother shopped for it. My mother was always working and I was trying my hardest to get her approval, which mostly meant doing well in school and not getting in trouble, so we didn't get to spend much time together. On Sundays we would go shopping, first the grocery store for food and stuff, then wherever else mom felt like going. Then we would end up going to Dairy Queen or something.

I didn't have very many friends at school. Most of them were more acquaintances than friends, but I didn't mind. I had Matthew to talk to, so I didn't try very hard to befriend the kids at school. Matthew was probably my only friend at that age. My imaginary friend.

That day, mom had decided to go to a clothes store after grocery shopping. I didn't remember the name of it, but I'd ended up being forced to get more shirts because mine were apparently getting too small. I think my mom just wanted me to get more shirts because I tended to wear the same ones over and over again. I just didn't like wearing the fancier, frilly ones. It was school, not a party.

I dipped my spoon into my sundae with the eagerness any eight year old would have in that situation. I looked up at Matthew then back to my mom as she took a sip of her smoothie. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she smiled. "I'll be right back." she said and stood up, walking away

I turned to watch her and sighed when I saw one of her friends by the door. Just great. They're probably going to come over and pinch my cheeks. I turned back to Matthew, who was watching my mother carefully. I sighed and went back to my ice cream, thinking about the day I met Matthew.

-flashback-

I ran through the corn maze, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Mom had gone ahead while I was searching for leaves and left me alone. I turned a corner and found myself at a dead end. Another dead end.

I gave up. Collapsing on the ground, I covered my face with my hands and sobbed. Tears dripped down my cheeks and I curled into a ball on the ground. I buried my face in the sleeves of my hoodie, despair starting to creep into my head.

Suddenly, I felt a hand touch my head and I looked up.

A guy with blond hair, violet eyes and black rimmed glasses looked down at me, concern shining in his eyes. A strange curl dangled over his face and he held a little polar bear in his arms.

"Who are you?" I asked

He flinched and sighed. "I'm Ca- Matthew. Are you ok?"

I sat up and stared at him. "My mom left me in here. She didn't mean to though. I know she didn't."

He smiled and stood up. "Well maybe we should get you out of here, eh? She's probably worried about you." He held out his hand and I took it.

I stood up and rubbed my face with my free hand. My eyes itched and there were corn husks in my hair, but I ignored them. I looked up at Matthew as we walked. He was wearing a tan coat, pants, goggles and dark brown boots.

"Matthew?" I said quietly

He looked at me. "Yes?"

"Do you know the way out or are you just guessing?"

He chuckled. "We'll be fine."

"That's not what I asked." I muttered

He didn't respond. I didn't mind though, I'd always prefered silence over anything. We walked, not saying anything. Finally, I heard more voices and looked up.

We exited the maze and I searched through the crowds for my mom. I finally saw her and took a step in her direction. I stopped and turned around. "Matthew?"

He knelt down to my level and looked at me. "Hm?"

"Are you going to leave?" I stared at him, waiting for his answer

He blinked. "Do you want me to leave?"

I gripped his hand tighter and shook my head.

He smiled. "It looks like I'm staying a while."

-end of flashback-

A hand waved in front of my face and I blinked, coming out my trance. "Hm?"

Matthew chuckled. "Thinking deeply over there?"

I nodded and put a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth.

He took a bite of his ice cream and stayed silent for a minute, then swallowed and looked at me. "What about?"

"The day we met." I replied, taking another bite of my ice cream

He made a face and chuckled. "Getting sentimental?"

I stuck my tongue out at him and looked down to see that my sundae had disappeared. Like it always did. I exhaled slowly and pushed the cup away. I snuggled closer to Matthew. "Want to know something?" I asked "I don't know how to feel about it."

"What?" he asked

"My mom said she was going to let me pick out the name for... my sister."

"That's great." Matthew said "What's wrong with that?"

"My mom said it's a big responsibility." I explained "I don't want to mess it up. What if they end of hating the name I pick?"

He smiled at me reassuringly. "How could you mess it up? You're so good with stuff like this."

I sighed and looked at my lap. "I'm just not sure how to feel about it. I'm still getting used to the idea of having a younger sibling and now they want me to pick out the name."

He nodded. "I understand. I just don't think you should be so worried."

I sighed. "New topic. Guess what Thursday is."

Matthew tapped his chin a few times. "No idea."

"C'mon. You know perfectly well. You know, Matthew. This isn't funny."

"Valentine's Day?"

"Stop it!" I told him, gently kicking him under the table. He grinned. "You know what Thursday is. You have to. It's my birthday!"

"Oh yeah. Wow, you're getting old, Maddy."

I nodded. "I think mom's planning a party."

"Hmm," Matthew said

"I don't care about a party, really. What I really want is a cat."

He smiled. "You have a cat already."

"Well, I know, but I want another one."

Matthew nodded.

"Cat got your-" I started to say but then stopped mid sentence.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom and her friend walking over. In a minute, they would be standing over the table, hustling me off. This Sunday was coming to a close.

"Here she comes, Matthew," I whispered "Look invisible."