Hazel and Matt were best friends when they were younger. But that faded away since high school, all of the sudden they hated eachother after an embarrassing story. They became enemies.
Matt and her brother became popular in a second, unlike Hazel. S...
I got her some ibuprofen, Starbucks drinks and her favorite McDonald's food, McChicken.
After a knock, I slowly open the door seeing her peacefully sleeping. How cute.
I walk over and slowly sit besides her on the bed. While rubbing her cheek, she slowly wakes up and rubs her eyes.
"Hey, I got you some ibuprofen and a drink. And also a McChicken." I place the stuff on her bed.
"Thank you so much." She gets up a little.
"You still have cramps?" I ask and move some hair out of the way.
"No, not really anymore. But I think I'll get them again later so thank you." She gives me a hug.
"No problem, ketchup." I smirk.
"Don't call me that." She looks at me with a warning on her face.
"Okay, sorry ketchup." I laugh and she cant stay serious either.
She grabs her pillow and throws it at me. "That's what you deserve."
***
We lay down on her bed and were watching a movie. Gladly Hazel eats the McChicken.
"Matt!" I hear Kate coming upstairs.
"Yeah?" I reply.
"Are you in here?" She knocks on Hazels door.
"Yup!" I answer and she opens the door.
Hazel pauses the movie and we both look at her mom.
Pov Hazel "Your mom just called me and we talked for a while. She asked if you two wanna eat at her house, she misses Hazel very much." Mom smiles.
"Yeah! Should we do that Matt?" I look at Matt.
"If your okay with that then lets go!" He gets up a little.
"Yeah, yay! Im so excited!" I get off my bed and run into my closet. I need to change, its cold outside.
"Okay, have fun. Be home before the am's!" mom says and leaves the room.
I put on a white sweater with brown jeans and normal white airforces. I finish it up with some earrings and a necklace.
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"Were going on the motorcycle, if you don't mind." Matt winks and points at the motorcycle.
Of course I don't mind. In fact, I would love to.
He hands me his left-over helmet over and I put it on. "Ready to go?" He asks and puts his helmet on.
"More then ready." I smile and sit in the motorcycle.
"Lets go!" He starts the engine and leaves. I tighten my grip around his waist and let the wind blow thru my hair.
Whenever im on a motorcycle, I feel so satisfied. It feels like my impulsive thoughts blow away with the wind and I just feel empty. But in a good way. Empty, like all your thoughts leave and you finally have peace in your mind.
