Hey, another new fic from me. I wrote this ages ago but forgot to post it! So here we are its all done from Matt's point of view. I though it's be something different!

Usual disclaimer: I don't own anything

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Rock 'n' Roll!

Rain washed over the car windows like tears down a child's face.

I smiled at this poetic and dramatic thought and continued to gaze at the world outside.

In a car you don't have much chance to look at what is really there. People's lives speed past you and you think nothing of it; they could be celebrating, grieving, shouting, laughing and yet, it's all just a blur. It makes you think. Life is short and you should grab every opportunity you come across.

Humming along to the radio I checked my appearance in the wing mirror, eventually giving up on ruffling my hair when the rain became so thick I couldn't see my reflection let alone my hair style! The windscreen wipers struggled against the blanket of rain now heavily falling. It was difficult to see much in front and I kept picturing cars swerving across the slippery road in my head. I rubbed my eyes trying to get rid of the picture, that's what they do in films.

Suddenly the world stopped. Clinging onto the door to prevent myself from being flung forwards I let out a muffled scream.

There was no bang, no crunch, no pain. Unsure on what I would find, I very slowly lifted my eyelids. A giggle next to me brought me back to reality. Heart pounding I looked up to see us bumper to bumper behind another car which had obviously braked just as quickly. Filled with a slight panic, rage and humiliation, I leant over to pummel the horn. A fair, manicured hand slipped off the steering wheel and struck against mine.

"Don't provoke him. And since when did you scream like a girl?"

Growling I turned away, checking my watch every few seconds and glancing up at the road, starting to panic about what was going on. After about ten minutes a young broad policeman walked up to the car in front, chatted with the driver and showed him off the road. He then turned and tapped on my window. Spending half his time winking past me he eventually told us there had been a terrible accident in front and he would divert us if the 'pretty girl' gave him her number. I rolled my eyes and sat back as they swapped names and numbers. We drove away from the road and past the accident scene; I caught a glimpse of the car and saw its number plate. A horribly feeling sunk in my stomach, but I shrugged it off guessing it was nerves.

Pulling up outside the familiar building I opened the car door to make a dashed exit into the building through the rain. As I started to leave a hand grabbed me back,

"Bye squirt… and good luck!" A mop of blonde hair obscured my view as she kissed me on the cheek. Jokingly I wiped it away,

"Ew Lizzie that's gross!" laughing at the mock look of anger on her face I added, "thanks…..for the lift and all."

She grinned, "Anytime Matt, anytime!"

"So, you picking me up?" I dared to ask.

"Hell no!" and with that she ushered me out of the car and drove off leaving me to be pelted with rain.