completely different ⇢ M H

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Whenever Matt is gets a message saying sup? What's up? What you doing? Wyd? He replies with "Tuning my guitar."

"That's what you tell the people you don't have interest in, yes," says Bethany, while putting her hair in a ponytail.

Matt rolls his eyes and let's his hands find their way into the pockets of his jeans. "I care about you, you know that." This time Matt continues to talk, without feeling confused, shocked or shy. "I love our little secret relationship. It's cute," he shrugs his shoulders. Bethany isn't the type to pour her heart out. Only when she's around Matt, but today her tongue is tied into a knot, and she's taking deep breaths every time Matt says anything.

"Why don't you speak? Am I that intimidating?" Matt laughs loudly. As Bethany doesn't reply, he senses that it's best not to talk too much. He's right about this, because he knows her very well.

"I'm confused," Bethany breathes out. Matthew pulls one of his hands out of his pocket to push some of his hair out of his face. "Do you think you'll ever cut your hair?" Matt turns his head around and looks at Bethany with confusion. "Are you simply bewildered of how I style my hair? 'Cause that makes no sense to me," Bethany laughs while shaking her head. "I was actually confused about what made us not speak for five days, which today has just passed by without any difficulties."

Matt takes a deep breath and tastes the cold, fresh air, before he blows it all out of his mouth. He sighs and rubs his hands over his face. "Do you have to absolutely ruin every moment that I'm partly having fun in?" After the distressing words left his mouth, Matthew instantly grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the pocket on his jacket. He pulls a cigarette out and places it in his mouth, then puts the pack into his pocket again.

"Can I borrow your lighter?" He mutters. He watches as Bethany's hand slides down her pocket, and swiftly pulls up with a lighter. She lights it up for him, and he bends down while holding the cigarette in his mouth, waiting for the fire to finally light it up.

"I'm thinking of starting a band," Bethany loses grasp of the lighter, and it falls to the ground, shattering. Ferrocerium, butane, naphtha and charcoal lighter fluid lays spread out in a small pile on the asphalt. The red and white striped lighter, with a Betty Boop sticker, which Matt, himself, had given Bethany when they were fifteen, was now broken. It had meant a lot to her back then, and it probably still would have.

"I know you, you're Matthew Timothy Healy. If you really want something, you'll do anything to achieve it. If you want a band, you want to be known. You will eventually get there, and when you're famous, you've forgotten all about me. I'm Bethany Hathaway, nothing special about me to remember for life."

Matt intoxicates himself with the cigarette. "Some people are meant to forget each other."

Bethany takes a deep breath and braces herself. Matt knows what's next. "Well then Matty, I think the time is now."