Old Way

 “That's great, talk to you later man” Matt said before placing the phone back in it's cradle.

“What did he say?” I asked, knowing it was properly Kevin.

“I just need to do two more recording sessions and the album's a go” Matt said with a grin. I smiled for him, he was getting his dream at last.

“And” he began, moving closer to run a hand through my hair, “I've got a concert the day after the album release which is supposedly going to be televised” Matt finished, throwing his arm round my shoulders.

“That's awesome” I said, leaning into him.

He stood up, causing me to lose my comfy pillow and walked into the kitchen, humming.

“Huh, we don't have any bread” He said with a disappointed sigh. I resisted the urge to say “I told you so” so very hard, but lost.

“Well, maybe if you hadn't bought the dress...” I trailed off and he sent me a glare.

“Don't go back to being that old way” he whined

“What way?” I asked, standing up, arms crossed.

“That moody, irritating, Matt-you-messed-up way” He replied, slamming the cupboard shut.

“Well, maybe you should consider not messing up!” I yelled, escaping to the room, closing it with a much louder slam. The next day when it was still very early I put the dress in a bag. Sneaked pass Matt who was sleeping on the faded sofa, and returned the dress. I then bought some new bread and let the smell of toast wake him up.

The End

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