Chapter seventeen
I look up and see a colossal Ferris wheel slowly spinning. "I've never been on a Ferris wheel before," I admit.
"Really? You'll love it. Especially being at the very top."
"So I have some questions," I say to Matt.
"I don't like answering questions but what did you have in mind?" I gaze at him. The brightly colored lights shining on his face. He looks so...young. He really confuses me though. He likes and doesn't like specific things. He does and doesn't do things for no particular reason. He has moods and outbursts. The last "outburst" he had, I loved. He really intrigues me.
"Skylar told me that your dad is really a nice person." I spot Skylar in the corner of my eye and she waves at me. I smile at her and she gives me a 'sorry' look. I blow a kiss at her and she blows one back.
"Yeah, Sky really knows how to run her damn mouth. But yes, my parents are very nice people. Now, I have some questions. You're from Florida, right?" he asks.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" I wonder who told him.
"I have my ways. How long did you live there?"
"My whole life," I tell him. "My mom is constantly working so we never really had the time to move," I add. Why did I just tell him that? I mean, if we're on the road to being "friends" or whatever else he had in mind. Which, I'm not into the whole friends with benefits thing. That's so unethical and just not for me. I mean, if it works out for you then, by all means, go right ahead but I'd like a real, solid, tangible relationship, and friends with benefits are just not it. Sorry. Matt nods his head.
"So why'd you decide to come to California?" he asks me.
"Well, UCLA was one of my best options and I just felt like being in California. obviously I was sad to leave my home state and the house I grew up in and all my friends but I just felt like leaving. I've never felt what it's like to move so I wanted that experience." I finish. Matt looks like he's actually listening, something that a lot of people don't know how to portray.
"Your friends? Who were you especially sad about leaving?" he asks. Weird question. He's very...umm....inquisitive about people's personal lives. Like, he likes to gather information about people, I think. We move up in the line. We're almost to the front of the line where we board and where the operating booth is located.
"Why do you ask so many personal questions?" I ask, defensively. He smiles at me.
"Well, if we are to become friends," he puts emphasis on friends like he's uncomfortable with the idea of us being friends, "Then I need to know things about you."
"Well, then why can't I ask you questions?" I fire back.
"I never said that you couldn't ask questions, I said that I don't like answering them. Novah. Get It Right." he jokes. I offer up a small smile. Matt puts his hand on the small of my back, signaling that we are to get on the ride now. He lets me get in first, then he climbs in. The booth operator tries to strap me in but Matt holds up his hand and the booth operator steps to the side. I look at Matt's face trying to read why he would do that but he doesn't look me in the eye. He, instead, stretches over and straps me in, tightly. He very subtly grazes my arm while moving his hand. When he does this it drives me fucking crazy. He shows these little subtle, flirtatious displays and yet says he wants to be friends. Then, he says he doesn't date but that he doesn't think it's possible to be just friends. This dude is fucking bipolar. I can't decode him like I can most other people and that ticks me off. A lot. I do like when guys are territorial over me. It's hot. 343Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPuwAej5m4V
"So you never answered my question." Matt pulls me out of my thought process on how damn complicated he is. The Ferris wheel starts to move and I get a pang of excitement. I see Matt smile out of the corner of my eye.
"What question?" I ask, distracted by all the lights and how we're getting higher. I see all the little people down below walking around. This experience is...different. It's just different. I don't know how to explain it.
"I asked you who you'll miss the most. From Florida?"
"Umm...probably Josh," I answer.
"Your friend?" he asks cautiously.
"Yes, Matt. My friend." I roll my eyes. Goddamn, this boy asks so many questions."Why do you ask?"
"Just wanna know more about you." he turns his head to the left and very discreetly, very subtly brushes his finger over my palm. 343Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlHIYoS6LFZ
Why the fuck does he always do this? He touches me very subtly and tries to pretend like he wants to be friends. He's obviously flirting. 343Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrUSnqToDri
And It feels very tense right now. I turn and look at him but he's just looking out at the carnival, below. 343Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLn3Bw5kikn
"Okay, this is the best part," Matt says. "We're about to reach the top. Keep an open mind, okay?" 343Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcuwqLEkr9p
Huh. Weird. Keep an open mind for what?343Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4U4v0nuXJP
"Make a wish Novah."343Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQX3rISmdIy
My mind goes blank as we reach the very top.
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