Through The Glass.

Author's Note: Kisses to lollipop for her kind review. At her request I've decided to combine two short chapters to make a longer one, and am posting it now for your enjoyment.

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--ohxasphyxiationx.

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Months passed, and I never heard from Matt. Four months, to be exact. I had tried to get in touch with him, to apologize for scaring him and for making him go through so much trouble. Just having been able to feel his soft touches had me aching for more, even though I knew it meant nothing more than something like brotherly love. But I could still remember every spot where his skin touched mine.

Chris and I had stopped talking and I felt so alone sometimes, I considered taking my life. My brother and sister, too concerned with their own lives were never around, and had they been, I never would have confided in them. My brother would have reacted badly because Matt had been his friend. My sister would have called me crazy for seeing an older man, and would have made me realize that she was so beautiful she could have any one she wanted, while I couldn't.

The fact that my brother and sister never visited broke my parents hearts, I knew it. They didn't even come for the holidays. They called sometimes, but their conversations and concern for us back at home was hollow and transparent. My parents, who tried to keep a happy demeanor for my sake, had no idea what I was going through because I wouldn't tell them. If they asked for Chris, I told them that we had seen each other at school, or wild stories about the vacations he had been taking with his parents who wanted to spend more quality time with him.

I'd gone to Matt's apartment a few times, and he had been home but never answered the door. I was heart broken. I begged and pleaded and cried for him to open the door and just talk to me, and although I heard him on the other end, with the TV on, the stereo on, or just him grumbling, he never opened the door, and I always left in tears.

It was a wet April day when I finally saw him again. It was raining so hard I couldn't even see two feet ahead of me as I walked home from school. Matt stood, leaning on his car, one hand in his pocket while the other one held a cigarette. I stopped dead in my tracks out of shock and excitement, and he let out a happy laugh.

"Hey!" He said. His voice was so beautiful. If chocolate could talk, it'd sound just like that.

"Hi," I said. I smiled at him, and he opened the door for me. I sat in, relieved to be out of the rain and tingling with excitement. He slid into his seat and turned the key in the ignition. "The weather's horrible," I said, trying to start a conversation in hopes to end the awkward silence.

"I know. That's why I figured it'd be nice to pick you up. I hate the idea of you walking alone in the rain," he looked over and smiled a full-toothed grin at me. I thought my bones would liquefy and I would end up a puddle of mass and molecules on his passenger seat.

"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to keep composure. I could be such a loser sometimes, and I was always so nervous when I was around him.

He didn't answer, but instead made a sharp left into the parking lot of a McDonald's. He turned the key, the engine died and he turned to me. Finally, he spoke.

"I'm sorry."

I looked at him, confused. "Sorry? For what?"

He sighed, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. "For what happened that night at my place. I don't know what I was thinking, even offering that to you." He sighed. "It was a stupid idea."

"It's okay. They say you have to try everything once," I said with a small laugh.

"No, I fucked up, I know it. And I'm sorry."

I gathered up all the courage that I could muster in my tiny little body and put my hand to his cheek gently, the same way he'd done to me so many times before. "Don't worry, I forgive you."

His hand came up and rested on mine. His skin was so warm and his touch was so electrifying I felt as though all my nerves were on end. He sighed.

"I'm so glad you do."

I smiled at him sincerely, my dark brown eyes gazing into his beautiful honey ones, before I pulled away in nervousness. He sat back against his chair.

"Where are we going now?" I asked.

"We can go inside and get a Big Mac, or I can take you home, if you want."

I knew in that instant that there was never any place in the world I'd rather be than next to Matt. He kept me safe. He would never let me get hurt, by anything. And there was no place nearly as beautiful in all of the world. I'd come up with every excuse to spend as much time with him as I could.

"Big Mac? That's my favorite." I smiled, hoping that with time, he would fall for me the same way I was falling for him.