Chapter 8

Once Sarah had left, all I could do was think about what she told me. There is still so much I don't know about. Matthew will be my teacher, I'm sure.. I can't contain my excitement, I could probably run a thousand mile and never run out of energy. This feeling of falling in love is so euphoric, I hope it never goes away.

That first night passed with no messages from him. Without a phone, I know it will make it more difficult but that reminder doesn't make we feel any less anxious. I need to get my mind off my handsome boyfriend and lover or I'll die from the waiting around to hear from him. The next day, I at least had work to get my mind off of him, but not much since that is where we met.

Every time someone walked through the door, I would turn hoping it was my beautiful Matthew. Can someone die from anxiety? The waiting, wondering When? When will I see him? When will I hear his beautiful voice? When When When When? Never did I think I would have such anxiety over anyone or anything in my life. My heart starts to pound every time I hear that door open and when it's not him, it feels like my heart stops dead in its track.

I'm almost thankful my shift is done, so I can go home and sleep. My body and mind feel completely drained. All I want besides Matthew is sleep. That seems to be the only other cure for this intense wondering and thinking about only Matthew. Why hasn't he come to see me yet? It's been 24 hours and I miss him so incredible much.

After I get home that night I don't even change out of my cigarette and booze smelling clothes. Straight to my bed, I laying down and begin to cry. This is how I fall asleep, crying my eyes out in my pillow.

This routine continues throughout the week. I sleep most of the day, then go to work waiting for Matthew to come into the bar. Back home again to cry myself to sleep. I may or may not have eaten in there somewhere, I really can't remember.

Saturday morning I'm still in bed when there is a knock on the door. "Maybe it's Matthew.." I think to myself. I must pull myself together. He can not see me like this. "Be there is a sec." I yell out to the door. Quickly I run a brush through my hair and splash cold water on my face. That should help with the puffy eyes. A fast check in the mirror and it looks like I'm just really tired, that will have to do. "Coming!"

I run to the door and open it wide. To my surprise, stands Sarah with huge smile and a box of muffins and cup holder with two steaming cups of something. "Hey there sleepy head. Did you just wake up?" I nob trying to hide my sadness that she wasn't Matthew.

"I brought us muffins and tea. Then you can tell me all about your week." She takes the blanket off the bed, and like she always does, spreads it out on the floor for us to sit. "I want to hear all about your week, since mine was B-O-R-I-N-G, but I did survive the first full month of college in tact." Sarah gives a little giggle. I force myself to join her.

"If you came here looking for an exciting story, you won't be happy." I look down at my hands twisting my fingers.

Sarah gently lifts my chin to meet her eyes, "What happened? You are upset. Why didn't you call me or come see me?"

"Matthew hasn't contacted me all week. I don't know why?" The tears start to escape my eyes as Sarah pulls me into a hug.

"Oh sweetie, He's a busy doctor. It's not like you or him have a phone attached to you everywhere you go. I'm sure you will hear from him this weekend." Releasing me from her arms, she reaches to get a muffin, "Here. If you have been crying a chocolate muffin will help make you feel better. Trust me."

She has a point. He is a doctor, so I am sure he is too busy to come here to see me. He's probably working long hours and then is so tired when he is done, he heads straight to bed. Bed... his warm bed. That's where I was so happy just 4 days ago. Was it really only 4 days? Seems like forever ago.

Sarah and I continue to talk and eat the muffins. She is right again, the chocolate muffin is somehow making me feel better. "Told you. Chocolate fixes everything, Els."

As I start to push some of the sadness and worry away, there is another knock on the door. Sarah looks at me a smirk, "I'll get that. You sit and enjoy another muffin."

She is gone only briefly, whom ever was at the door didn't return with her. Obviously not Matthew. Sarah sits back down with a bigger smirk than when she left. "Who was out the door?"

"A Messager. He dropped this off." Looking down at her hands there is a letter than I hadn't noticed. She hands it over to me, "Read it already."

Ella,

I am very sorry I haven't contacted you sooner. It has been a very busy few days, but every moment I am thinking of you. There are reminds of you everywhere I look. Your shyness is the most intriguing thing I have ever come across in my life. I crave to reach inside and discover the why? that is you.

Let me discover some more tonight. I'll be outside your apartment at 6. Please meet me Sweet Ella.

Yours,

Matthew

"It's from Matthew." The smile grows on my face. "He's picking me up tonight."

"See Els, What did I tell you. What time is he coming over?"

"6 tonight."

"Good, we have a little time. Let's get you cleaned up, do your hair really pretty and we can go back to my dorm to find you some sexy outfit. He won't know what hit 'em"

We spend the rest off the afternoon picking through Sarah's clothes finding just the right outfit. Sarah starts to put many of the things she no longer needs or wants into a box for me to take home. We decide on a button down red blouse, where the buttons actually stop around the top of my breasts. It's also silky, so the material slips across my skin with ease. We also pick out a flirty skirt that barely hits just above my knees. With our mission accomplished at Sarah's dorm, we had back to my apartment for me to get ready.

Sarah insists of curling my hair and pinning pieces of it up so some curls cascade down my neck and the sides of my face. She also gives me a fresh makeup look, as she put it. I've never put on makeup so whatever she says I go with. When I'm all put together, Sarah takes one last look like she is creating a masterpiece.

"You look amazing, if I do say so myself. But one last thing." She runs to her bag and pulls out a red pair of high heels and a small bottle. "Here put these on." She says handing me the heels. I slip them on and feel a foot taller. "That finishes the look, and this will finish the effect." She hands me the bottle. Chanel No. 5. "Put some on your wrists , neck and then a touch on your cleavage. Trust me." She gives me a wink and I comply to her order.

One last look in the mirror, I don't see the girl that ran away from home almost two months ago. I see a woman that is about to go on a date with her love. "I'm ready. He should be here soon. I'll come see you tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a plan. You be careful, Els." With that I head out to the front of my building to wait for Dr. Perfect.