What kind of person doesn't update their stories for months and when they do it's so fucking crappy and lame?
Me.
I've written this chapter months ago and didn't post it, my writing style may appear different in my next update. See ya, hopefully soon.
Review if you wish. c:

The next morning I woke up to find myself alone in Matt's bed. First thing that came to my mind was, he was probably disgusted, I mean it's understandable, he was pretty tired last night, he didn't have enough energy to tell me to fuck off. It would be safe to assume that he is now in the bathroom scrubbing his skin for dear life. I was startled when he walked into the room, a towel around his waist and another on his head, using it to dry his hair.

Like the pathetic creature I am, all my thoughts went crashing into a wall as I eyed the redhead up and down, I could blame it on the fact that I just woke up, and I barely had the mind or power to stop staring or just go ahead and admit that he's absolutely beautiful, reminds me of what I was like before..
I looked up at his face again and I didn't see a scowl of disgust as I would have expected, there was a deep blush on his cheeks and he was looking around avoiding my eyes.
" 'morning." Was mumbled by him as he walked to his suitcase—that was still on the floor—and couched down, then he pulled out a pair of boxers, jeans, and a striped red and black shirt.
I rubbed my eyes, and climbed out of bed, walking to the bathroom to wash my face. He needed privacy to change and I wasn't about to take that away from him. I found that he already put the toiletries there, so I took the tooth brush that he gave me and brushed my teeth. Once I was done, I was about to walk out of the bathroom but the redhead appeared before me, dressed now, with black towels in his hand. He blushed again as I looked back at him, probably remembering the last time we've been in this sort of situation. "I'm gonna get us some breakfast, the fridge is empty, so we'll have to go shopping for everything once I'm back." He smiled, handing me the towels. "In the meantime you can take a shower, I'll be back in a bit." He informed me before walking away without waiting for me to say anything.
I sighed and closed the door again, a hot shower could do me some good.

I stripped out of the pyjama pants I was in, I was still shirtless, and I took my boxers off, stepping into the shower after hanging the towels close by.
I turned the water on, and faced the tiled wall, I sighed happily as the hot water came in contact with my skin, making me relax under it, closing my eyes, I moved my head under the water more, and ran a hand through my wet hair. I opened my eyes again remembering Matt's words. "We'll have to go shopping" He said we, I'm gonna have to go out. During the day.
Fuck.

It didn't take me long to finish my shower and get dressed back into my leather, fuck I'm gonna have to buy new clothes for me, but without my own money, and no work. .
I grinned as I remembered I had taken a credit card with me that night, I hoped that it was still in my pocket. I quickly slipped my hand inside my pants pocket hoping for it to be there. I sighed in relief and looked at it, finding just what I was hoping for. A credit card registered in a fake name, I've never used it before, which is just perfect.

I walked downstairs and just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, Matt walked through the front door. He held two cups of coffee in one hand and a paper bag in the other. We walked to the kitchen together and sat down at the table, looking at each other silently. "Here's yours" He handed me a cup of coffee and opened the bag. "Donuts?" I asked an amused smile curling up my lips. He shrugged returning the smile. "There are chocolate ones too" he grinned, pulling his goggles down to rest around his neck before he spoke again. "Knew there was a police station close by."

We finished having breakfast, and Matt suggested that we look around the place, I agreed, since the chances that there was someone around were pretty low. I walked out the front door with the redhead behind me grinning, he was excited, I could see that much. We didn't even have to go that far to find a swing right behind the house, the cords that were holding it up were a bit torn but we could replace them. We kept looking around and found that there was actually a lake nearby, right behind some bushes. Matt was jumping up and down out of excitement by then, already making plans for us to go swimming the next day. To be honest I wasn't looking forward to doing that, true, I'm more comfortable around Matt, but..that scar is different, I'm not gonna go swimming around him shirtless, I can just imagine how disgusted he'd feel, that's just unacceptable. A voice, almost a whisper keeps telling me that Matt won't even notice or care about the scar, but I won't take my chances.

I looked at him and had a feeling that he said something because he was walking away already. I followed him and he stepped into his car, waiting for me to do the same. I did just that and he turned on the radio and grinned at me before driving off.

People, people, people.

Everywhere.

They'restaring at me, the fuckers can't control themselves can they?
I bow my head down, my fists clenching, I want to fucking kill them all, just grab a gun and shoot, shoot, shoot, they're dead, I'm happy, the world would be a better place without them.
I was startled out of my thoughts with a hand on my arm, Matt coming into view as he stood before me, looking concerned.
"You okay Mells?" he asked, his hand on my arm tightening a little as if to prevent me from spacing out again. The word 'nothing' almost leaves my lips, automatically before clench I my jaw, saying quietly. "They're staring.." He hummed, not even bothering to look around and see it for himself.
"It's not everyday they see an extremly attractive man in leather, I'll wager" he reponded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, the words making me look up, surprise written all over my face. He wasn't standing very far, barely a foot away, and it was now that I actually realized it. He dropped his hand from my arm, grinning that goofy grin of his. "Let's get inside, can't stand it the parking lot the whole day."

"I don't see any leather stores here." He mumbled, spinning around himself in circles as if that's going to help him locate the shops we were looking for, better.

"We still haven't looked in the other side of the building." I said, pointing at the seemingly endless shops on the other side. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it before slinging an arm over my shoulders, blowing smoke from his nostrils and mouth to the side before speaking. "Here's the deal, you go buy your leather and I.." he pointed at a video games store—Didn't know they had those in a mall—"Am gonna buy some new games for me, then some jeans before goin'." He smiled at me, pressing his wallet to my chest and a surprising kiss to my scarred cheek before walking off, not leaving me the time to protest. I growled silently, glaring at his back before stomping away toward the stairs.