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A loud cheer welcomed its way to Matty's left ear, disturbing her panicked state and deafening her for a moment, "You whore! Get that di—"

"If you continue that sentence I will kill you. I don't care how and I don't know when but I will." She threatened.

"..."

Matty hummed, her tone cocky as she got him to shut up, "That's what I thought—"

"GET THAT DICK."

"Oh my god! What's wrong with you?!"

Matty was in a group call with Charlie and Orson and was hoping to get some advice on how to keep her cool the whole time Karl was going to be with her. With her. God, it still didn't sound real to her.

Orson cackled loudly in the background, the blonde petite girl practically losing it with how much Charlie was milking the whole thing. He was glad. So much more than Matty was currently.

"What?! I'm just saying." Charlie chuckled before clearing his throat, "No, I'm joking. Don't do it, you don't even know the guy that well."

"Exactly! It's the fucking reason I even called in the first place. I don't know him and I don't know how I'll act the whole time he's here... Be honest with me, am I stupid to even let him stay here?" Matty asked, biting the skin around her thumb out of habit. She does it when she's in deep thought or when she was anxious. Right now, she was both.

"Yes!"

"No."

Matty groaned, expecting only one answer from the two of them. She dejectedly plopped herself on top of one of the bean bags in her room, her nose itching when dust blew from it. She scrunched her nose up, waving a hand to wave it away from her. She took note of cleaning her room, maybe the entire house too if she doesn't fall asleep after the call.

"Well, it's a no from me." Charlie started. There was a pause between the three so he spoke again just to fill in the space, "In case you couldn't decipher who said what with how similar mine and Orson's voice is."

"Are you telling me I sound like a decaying rat?"

"I'm saying we have the same OCTAVE, dumb bitch. Also how can a decaying rat make a sound, Oreo? It's fucking dead!"

"Eh."

Matty would've laughed if she wasn't in the brink of throwing herself down a flight of stairs or walk into a lava pit if there was one just walking distance from her house. "Guys!" She pleaded, "Why is it a yes and why is it a hecking no? Answers. I need answers."

"Well, Matty our beloved dramatic bitch, it's a yes because now you're acting like that. I know that you probably wanted to say no during your call with him but your caring side probably took over. You should've said what you wanted to say Matty, I'm sure he would've understand." Orson said. Straightforward, honest and making sense.

"It's a no because if you think about it, with him there in person, you can finally figure out your feelings! Plus, it's great that you'll get to interact with someone. He has to get tested though, I don't want you getting sick because of him." Charlie said. What the fuck for the first line, agreed with the interacting part, made sense but not that much.

Matty made a sound out of confusion, "What feelings? Are we talking about yours?" She asked.

There were absolutely no feelings. Platonic feelings, yes. Romantic? No.

Charlie snorted before switching to a voice he does when he mocks his friend, "Yeah, right. I'm totally in love with Karl Jacobs that I'm letting him stay in my house for a week—"

"Two.."

"Two weeks?" Orson exclaimed out of shock before laughing like a crazed witch afterwards. "Oh my god, you're so screwed. Our poor baby." Matty was certain that she was already clutching her stomach with how wheezy and cut her laughs were getting.

Matty rolled her blue eyes and stared outside her window. From what she can see from her place at the bean bag, the sun wasn't that bright anymore and there were a couple birds here and there, passing by, going to their destinations.

It reminded her of planes. The airport. Planes. Karl. Tomorrow.

"Go ahead, laugh at my pain." She muttered and Orson's laughter became more uncontrollable and fainter as the small woman had to stand up and move as far away from her phone to compose herself.

Charlie continued on with his theatrics, "I'm letting him stay for two weeks because I totally want to hold hands with him and maybe feed some ducks in some pond and get ice cream afterwards—"

"I don't like him that way! Stop projecting your feelings to me. You had a wholeass script written down in your mind already." Matty defensively said making both her friends snort in amusement.

"No no, stop projecting your feelings to me."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now tell me how to become great fucking host. I'm babysitting someone for two months." Matty said, already exhausted from thinking all day,

"Two weeks." Orson corrected as she came back.

"Right, weeks. Sorry I'm getting sleepy." Matty quickly said, a blush on her face from getting months and weeks mixed up. A simple thing and she got it mixed up.

"Gosh, Matty. Just tell us if you want the guy to stay there forever." Charlie teased, a giggle sounding through her phone.

"I just got the words mixed up!"

"You know what they say, people unconsciously say what they really want to say in the first place as conversations progress." Charlie poked more.

"What are you? A psychiatrist?" Matty threw in. Her only defense for the time-being was snarky remarks.

"Nah, I'm just not dumb like you."

"Whoa. Charlie's actually smart? Wow. I didn't think this day would come!" Orson stepped in, not wanting the bickering to result into a fight. Orson, always the mediator of the group. The person in question and Orson started fighting each other instead. Matty was thankful that the topic had changed and the spotlight was no longer focused towards her since her mind was still in a haze, clearly preoccupied... by... things.

All she could think of now was: The airport. Plane. Tomorrow. And a pretty blue-eyed boy with soft light brown hair that's named Karl.

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