He turned to me, “Look..”

“Save it.”

I ran down the stairs and into the basement, Hayden following me the entire way. I turned on MTV and sat down on the couch, and he sat right next to me. Things were awkward, neither of us knew what to say.

It wasn’t his fault. It was Matt’s. But Hayden started it! But maybe Matt did..

It’s both of their faults.

After five minutes, I couldn’t stand to be mad at Hayden any longer. I layed down, resting my head on his lap. Our eyes met, and he kissed me.

“Who’s down here?”

DAD !” Hayden started to panic. I rolled off the couch and under it, hoping his dad didn’t hear me along the way.

“Hayden, what are you doing?”

“Watching.. TV..”

“You’re supposed to be getting ready for bed.”

“Alright, I’ll be up then.”

“No, not later, now.”

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