Amy finally managed to get Matt out of her room so he could get dressed. Matt refused leave until she was dressed, so she could go into his and Jeff's room so she wouldn't be alone. Amy stood her ground and didn't move until Matt sighed and walked out, claiming to be back in fifteen minutes. Matt ran into his room and rushed straight to the shower, just as Jeff was walking in.
"HEY!"
"You move too slow," was the muffled reply. Matt turned on the tap and jumped into the shower. Not paying attention to how far he turned the tap, he screamed when the scalding hot water sprayed him. He quickly turned on the cold, and then let out another frustrated yell, now he was freezing. After adjusting the water to a normal temperature, Matt washed himself in record time. He flew out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel to find Amy sitting on Jeff's still messy bed.
"You can finish your shower," she smiled slightly.
"Nah, I'm good," Matt answered. "It's all yours."
"Congrats, Matt. You just made a new world record for fastest shower! And now I will break the current record for the longest shower!" Jeff smiled and winked at Amy while walking into the steamy bathroom.
"He's not coming back, Matt. You didn't have to rush like that."
"We don't know that."
"Well, I do. He just called telling me that he's going home and that he wants all the stuff he's given me back."
"He called you?" Matt's head shot up.
"Don't worry, I told him to fuck off and if he ever came near me again I'd get my big bad Matty to come and beat his ass," she teased.
"I'd do it without having you to tell me."
"I know you would, and thank you for that."
"For being a mercenary?"
"No, Twit, for being that older brother that will kill anyone if they mess with me."
An older brother. Matt's heart sank when he heard those two words. She could've called him anything in world, but those two words just happened to be the two that he didn't want existing in her vocabulary. He forced a smile on his face and went through his bag to get clothing out. He managed to get dressed without exposing himself to her and he sat down at the small round table in the corner of the room.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked walking towards him and then sitting on the table.
"Huh? Oh, nothing's wrong," he lied.
"Liar."
"I'm not lying, forget about it."
"Tell me, please?" she pouted giving him her best puppy dog eyes. Matt groaned inwardly, he knew there was no way in hell he could've ever resisted that face.
"Go out with me, Amy," Matt said before he could think. Snapping his mouth shut with wide eyes, Matt realized what he just said. 'You're an idiot!' he screamed to himself. This was not the way he imagined asking Amy out. He wanted it to be a the right time, and this was not the right time. 'For Christ's sake, man, she was nearly raped yesterday!' he continued screaming at himself.
"Are you joking?" That was not the response he wanted to hear. Yes would've been great, no would've let him get over it, but was he joking? She didn't even think he was being serious.
"Ahhh… no. I'm sorry, forget I ever said that," Matt blushed.
Amy's mind went blank when he first said it. Then, she was thinking it was joke. But now, when he said it wasn't, she didn't know what to think. Amy always pictured that if Matt ever asked her out, her response would be to jump on him and take it from there, but she was stunned. Every part of her was screaming yes, but why wouldn't her mouth cooperate? She stared at the blushing man in front of her.
"You should never apologize after asking out a woman, Matt. She might think that you didn't mean it," she finally managed to say.
"Sorry," he mumbled not looking up.
"Don't apologize."
"Sorry."
"Matt!" Amy laughed nervously. Was he sorry? Was this just on impulse, or did he pity her? "You're making me nervous. Did you mean it or not?"
"Sor… whoops, not going to say the 'S' word. Umm…Yeah, I did mean it Amy," he nodded finally looking up at her. She saw the fear in his eyes, and the sincerity. How could anyone ever turn this man down?
"Then who am I to refuse?" Matt stood up and gazed into Amy's eyes. She smiled reassuringly at him and stood up so they were eye to eye. "You've done so much for me, Matt. I was starting to lose hope that you'd get a hint and ask me already."
"So you're not mad?" he asked looking like a little boy scared out of his mind.
"How can I be?" Amy hugged him and she heard his sigh of relief.
Not the best ending, I know, but there's so much to do! I'll probably right a sequel, or whatever you want to call it, because I'm not happy with this. Thanks for reading!
"HEY!"
"You move too slow," was the muffled reply. Matt turned on the tap and jumped into the shower. Not paying attention to how far he turned the tap, he screamed when the scalding hot water sprayed him. He quickly turned on the cold, and then let out another frustrated yell, now he was freezing. After adjusting the water to a normal temperature, Matt washed himself in record time. He flew out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel to find Amy sitting on Jeff's still messy bed.
"You can finish your shower," she smiled slightly.
"Nah, I'm good," Matt answered. "It's all yours."
"Congrats, Matt. You just made a new world record for fastest shower! And now I will break the current record for the longest shower!" Jeff smiled and winked at Amy while walking into the steamy bathroom.
"He's not coming back, Matt. You didn't have to rush like that."
"We don't know that."
"Well, I do. He just called telling me that he's going home and that he wants all the stuff he's given me back."
"He called you?" Matt's head shot up.
"Don't worry, I told him to fuck off and if he ever came near me again I'd get my big bad Matty to come and beat his ass," she teased.
"I'd do it without having you to tell me."
"I know you would, and thank you for that."
"For being a mercenary?"
"No, Twit, for being that older brother that will kill anyone if they mess with me."
An older brother. Matt's heart sank when he heard those two words. She could've called him anything in world, but those two words just happened to be the two that he didn't want existing in her vocabulary. He forced a smile on his face and went through his bag to get clothing out. He managed to get dressed without exposing himself to her and he sat down at the small round table in the corner of the room.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked walking towards him and then sitting on the table.
"Huh? Oh, nothing's wrong," he lied.
"Liar."
"I'm not lying, forget about it."
"Tell me, please?" she pouted giving him her best puppy dog eyes. Matt groaned inwardly, he knew there was no way in hell he could've ever resisted that face.
"Go out with me, Amy," Matt said before he could think. Snapping his mouth shut with wide eyes, Matt realized what he just said. 'You're an idiot!' he screamed to himself. This was not the way he imagined asking Amy out. He wanted it to be a the right time, and this was not the right time. 'For Christ's sake, man, she was nearly raped yesterday!' he continued screaming at himself.
"Are you joking?" That was not the response he wanted to hear. Yes would've been great, no would've let him get over it, but was he joking? She didn't even think he was being serious.
"Ahhh… no. I'm sorry, forget I ever said that," Matt blushed.
Amy's mind went blank when he first said it. Then, she was thinking it was joke. But now, when he said it wasn't, she didn't know what to think. Amy always pictured that if Matt ever asked her out, her response would be to jump on him and take it from there, but she was stunned. Every part of her was screaming yes, but why wouldn't her mouth cooperate? She stared at the blushing man in front of her.
"You should never apologize after asking out a woman, Matt. She might think that you didn't mean it," she finally managed to say.
"Sorry," he mumbled not looking up.
"Don't apologize."
"Sorry."
"Matt!" Amy laughed nervously. Was he sorry? Was this just on impulse, or did he pity her? "You're making me nervous. Did you mean it or not?"
"Sor… whoops, not going to say the 'S' word. Umm…Yeah, I did mean it Amy," he nodded finally looking up at her. She saw the fear in his eyes, and the sincerity. How could anyone ever turn this man down?
"Then who am I to refuse?" Matt stood up and gazed into Amy's eyes. She smiled reassuringly at him and stood up so they were eye to eye. "You've done so much for me, Matt. I was starting to lose hope that you'd get a hint and ask me already."
"So you're not mad?" he asked looking like a little boy scared out of his mind.
"How can I be?" Amy hugged him and she heard his sigh of relief.
Not the best ending, I know, but there's so much to do! I'll probably right a sequel, or whatever you want to call it, because I'm not happy with this. Thanks for reading!
