There are now two issues with this. Asking Matt to come with me to the wedding is like taking that step from friends to something more, but it doesn’t have to be if we don’t let it. But I’m a little confused. I love Matt with everything I am, but is that love, friendship or something more? I’m not sure I can tell the difference anymore, and it’s confusing the hell out of me.
So if we do decide to go together, what then?
What happens to Ronan, Madeline, and Charlotte?
There are three others to think about in this, and while Ronan and I get along fine on paper and online—our geekdoms work great together—I don’t feel a spark with him, not at all. I know it won’t lead anywhere. But with Matt, he wants to make a go of it with Madeline or Charlotte. I’m just not sure if I want to throw myself in the mix there too.
And you know the whole ‘don’t fix something that isn’t broken.’
If you have a solid friendship, a foundation that’s so strong, why would you fuck with that?
This is where I am at, driving to Matt’s to ask him if he wants to go to the wedding of the year together. As friends first, and I’ll let him take the lead to see if he intends to admit to anything. I’m not expecting anything more, but we’ll see. I’m going to put my cards on the table and see where it can take us.
Pulling up in Matt’s driveway, I grab all the food and make my way to the front door. I kick the door with my foot, seeing asI don’t have any free hands, and the door opens soon after. He chuckles, looking at me, and takes some of the bags.
“Did you buy extra food tonight?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m hungry. Sue me.”
He chuckles and shrugs. “All good. Though I ate a late lunch, so I might not eat that much,” he says, and I grunt, shoving the food onto the coffee table.
“Maaattt, you need to tell me these things,” I say, and he shrugs, slumping down on the sofa, pulling the burritos and tacos out of the bags as I place the ice cream in the freezer.
“Sorry, I’ve had a big day,” he says, and I close the freezer door and take a deep breath while walking back to the sofa.
Grabbing a burrito, I unwrap it and take a bite. “Tell me,” I say with a mouth half full.
“So, I might have met Madeline,” he says.
The burrito instantly gets caught in my throat, and I choke. I lean forward and cough violently as he pats my back hard, dislodging the bite. I spit it out onto the table, not caring about the mess, and take a big gasp of air.
He opens his eyes wide and rubs my arm for comfort. “Jesus, are you okay?”
“You met Madeline?” I confirm through a wheezy breath, and he continues to rub my arm and nods. “This is huge!”
“That’s why I didn’t reply to your message. I was with her.” He smiles weakly.
My stomach sinks as I open my eyes—he was with…her?
Oh, God!
My breathing quickens, and I nod matter-of-factly as he smiles wide like he’s reliving a memory. A good one obviously.
“Oh, and, how’d that go?” I ask, not knowing what else to say.
“Amazing… she’s perfect.”
I turn away from him and take another bite of my burrito, completely unsure what to do now.
“She doesn’t know who I am. Hell, she doesn’t even know who Recoil is,” he says, and I raise my brow.
Well, that’s definitely what he wanted.
I’m happy for him.
I am.
“I asked her to go to the wedding with me,” he says, and I stop eating and breathe heavier.
