The Write Match // Bill Hader

Twenty-Three

I wake up and see the same sight I've seen for the past several months. Bill is sitting at the end of my bed, leaning over a journal, writing and mumbling to himself.

"What are you writing?" I ask and see him slightly jump.

"You scared me." He says softly, turning to me.

"I'm sorry." I sit up and put my hands in my lap. "Why are you up so early?" I ask, feeling a little worried.

"I couldn't sleep." He tells me, still writing in his journal.

"Everything alright?" I ask and he shrugs.

"I'm great." He tells me.

"So, are you going to tell me what you're writing or not?" I ask him and he shakes his head.

"It's just an idea that's been stuck in my head for a while, that's it." He tells me, but it's the same thing he's been working on for months. He closes his journal and stands from the bed.

"Are you okay?" I ask him and see him nod.

"Just missing home." He tells me and I kiss his cheek. "What are we doing?" He asks as he holds my shoulders.

"We're going to get dressed and then we're going to go about our day." I tell him and move to the closet, picking out an outfit and moving to the bathroom.

I pick out a light blue top and jeans, putting on white sneakers. "What are we doing today?" He asks as he walks into the bathroom.

"We are not doing anything today. I'm going to New Haven, my parents are having a small party so I will be there." I tell him and put my purse on my shoulder.

"I'm going. You think I'm going to miss the opportunity to meet the wonderful people who raised the sweet, caring Meredith Elliot?" He smiles and I shake my head.

"My parents aren't like your parents. You're not coming." I tell him and he takes the keys out of my hand.

"It looks like you won't be going anywhere without me." He holds the keys between his fingers and raises an eyebrow as I glare at him.

"You know what, I'll take the train." I mumble, reaching for my pass and he snatches it from
my hand.

"I guess I'm meeting the parents. We don't want to be too late now, do we Meredith?" He walks out the door and I stand alone, wondering what my parents are going to think of him. We get in my car and I drive, Bill in the passenger, anxiety washing over me as I drive though New York.

"Anything I need to know before we get there?" He asks and I give him a nervous grin.

"Have you ever been near a Connecticut family?" I ask and he shakes his head. "There's a lot of people. They're all very sophisticated and well-spoken. My parents despise the lifestyle I have in New York and the comedy I write is the farthest thing from what my parents find funny. If you say anything to embarrass me, I mean anything, you're dead... understood?" I ask.

"Yes boss lady." He nods his head and smirk playing on his lips. We drive for a while longer, my childhood home sat on the outskirts of New Haven. It's still close, but it's a small town. "There's really nothing to do here, is there?" He asks and I laugh, remembering how much that bothered me when I was growing up here.

"Welcome to Woodbridge." I tell him and he raises an eyebrow. We drive a little longer and pull up to the house, my mind going back to the last time I was here.

"Wow, this is amazing." He tells me and I know he's right. I get out of the car and I hear Bill walking behind me.

We walk up the front steps and I open the door, smelling the familiar smell of my home, mixed with
the smell of my moms cooking.