mattythompson

[mattythompson]

Can I have a high five?

Don't leave me hanging, bro.

#IZZY I AM SCREAMING. #I THINK I PEED A LITTLE. #SEND HELP. I CAN'T BREATHE. #WHAT DOES LIFE MEAN. #LOOK AT HIM. #LOOK AT HIM WAITING FOR A HIGH FIVE. I CAN'T BREATHE. I CAN'T SEE THROUGH MY TEARS. #ARCHIVE. #OH MY GOD. #submission

[mattythompson]

judging u.

I demand a restraining order against Matty.

#I am so done with life #I CAN'T BREATHE #MY LUNGS HAVE COLLAPSED #IGNORE ME

[mattythompson]

#You're so cool. #perfect cody is perfect

[mattythompson]

Cobra Starship - The City Is At War 

#Music

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#Perfect Cody is perfect #I don't know what this is but he has been inactive for a few days.

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#Matty's Dad is a DILF. #Crying.

[mattythompson]

"Her birthday's coming up? I'll have to get her something. Who knows, maybe I'll still be taking you to your home. I mean, I'm the one with the jet, remember?" Matty looked at her with a playful smirk, bumping her shoulder with his. One of the first things Lauren had shared with him once her walls began to fall, was that she and her family were extremely close. The thought was amusing to the blonde. Not because of the idea of a close family, but the fact that there they were, two completely different family dynamics. Lauren actually saw her parents on a daily basis before Bella Nova. She had siblings to share things with. Matty never had either of those, yet there they were, hand in hand.

Falling into a content silence with the brunette behind him, he shut his eyes for a fraction of a moment. Things weren't completely perfect for him, as much as anyone who knew him thought he had it all. In that moment, though, it was different. Lauren made him feel like things weren't so screwed up. Opening his green eyes once she spoke, he pursed his lips and nodded. Once her question had registered in his mind, he couldn't hold back the small empty laugh that left his chest. He knew that she had seen the just as empty look in his eyes back in the house, when they'd passed the picture frames of what he was expected to live up to. Scratching the back of his neck, he took a deep breath, "They... have an idea of what they want me to be. They've never actually asked. I don't think they'll ever do so, either," he shrugged. Even though his parents weren't there for his childhood, he felt like he did owe it to them to be what they wanted him to be because of the nice life they had provided for him.

Her question had caused him to become silent. Not out of anger, or anything near the emotion. Merely because this was one of the only times he actually had the chance to sit in the fact that they hadn't asked what he wanted to do. Opening his mouth to speak, the words trailed out a few moments after, "I... I want to be a writer. Books, novels... That sounds girly, I know," he dropped his head, avoiding her gaze. He hadn't ever told anyone that, when the question had risen before from prior friends, his simple answer would be, I don't need a career. "It's not... Exactly what my mom and dad would approve of. My Dad is set on me finding the cure for some terrible disease. You know, something.... Great like that." He finished with a shrug.

Grasping the side of the pool with either of his hands, he took a deep breath, and felt the cool air wisp past them. Gingerly, Matty turned his head to find Lauren taking in what he'd just shared. From the look on her face, he could tell that she realized he'd never told anyone that. A solemn smile began to spread across his face, letting the silence linger on for a few more moments. Much like the first time they had gone out on a date, the tension for a kiss was there. With all the gentleness he could muster, the boy leaned in and requested in a tone hardly above a whisper, "I'd... Like to kiss you now," he managed to get out. The smile Lauren had returned, he treated like the green light to do so, closing in on what he'd wanted to do since he got back to Bella Nova. Before it had actually happened, a high pitched, excited voice came bursting through the sliding glass door from the side of the house, causing Matty to become startled, falling forward into the pool. "Matty! We're home!" Shooting up from the water and clearing his nose and lungs with a cough, Matty sputtered, "Mom?"

It's Sunday. | Starkson

They held hands as Matty continued taking her on a tour, something that she expected to last a long while considering how massive the property was. He led her down a wide hallway framed with pictures from his childhood and Lauren couldn’t help cooing at every one she found particularly adorable, teasing him now and again for a goofy haircut or the braces he’d had. Though Lauren noticed many of the photos were of Matty alone, which was strange. Her own house was covered in family portraits, and everything Lauren remembered Matty saying about his parents kept coming back into her mind, making her frown slightly as they continued walking.

Finally they reached the end of the hallway and seeing as there was no where else to go, Lauren figured they were going to either turn around or head outside, where the only door in sight obviously led through sparkling glass. However, Matty stopped for a moment, and when Lauren turned with a question on her lips, she followed the path his eyes had taken to three large picture frames, one with an old man, one empty one, and one that looked so much like Matty it had to be his father. Both men were captured in their prominent achievements, and the empty frame was very obviously waiting for Matty to fill it. Lauren glanced to Matty’s face just quickly enough to see the dark look that passed over his face before he abruptly kept walking. Lauren didn’t say anything - she wasn’t sure what, exactly, to say - but she squeezed Matty’s hand and offered him a smile as sunny as the day outside as he led her into the backyard.

Matty walked on ahead of her and dropped down on the side by the pool, but Lauren strolled through the backyard slowly, in awe at everything in her line of sight. There was not only the pool that was practically its own lake in how vast it was, but the sprawling, perfectly manicured grass, the tennis courts, the luxury and opulence everywhere. Lauren felt very out of her element, but she sensed that Matty felt a similar way, even though he’d grown up here. She finally came and sat down next to Matty, pulling off her boots and cuffing up her jeans to dip her toes in the water of the pool as well. She listened to his story with a smile, laughing when he did. “Maybe you should have waited until after you were done driving me places to tell me that story,” she teased, though he’d been fine in the Range Rover before.

In the next instant he asked about her sisters and that was a question Lauren wasn’t expecting, though it widened the smile on her face and she ducked her head, nodding, pleased that he remembered. “They’re good. Evelyn started first grade. She’s very excited about it. And Elena is playing a princess in a play at school and asked me to give her tips on acting like a princess. She’s turning ten in a few weeks.” Lauren’s smile was soft as she talked about her sisters, everything she did was for them. She wanted to be a role model for them, she wanted to be someone that they were proud to look up to. Lauren’s family had always been very close and she liked that she wasn’t too far away from them. “So maybe I’ll be taking you home for our next date. Sound grand and romantic to you? I think she’s having a slumber party with her friends for the big day,” Lauren mused. 

They sat in silence for a moment. Lauren kept bumping her ankle against Matty’s in the water. She would drag her toes to the surface and splash his calf, giggling before she submerged her feet again. As she looked out over the property, she was reminded of the only other very serious conversation they’d had before, at Disneyland. She took a deep breath, contemplated whether or not she wanted to go this route, or if it was too heavy for the mood of the day. Then again, Matty had taken her home to meet his parents, so if she was in, she might as well be all in. “Can I ask you something?” Lauren started slowly, biting her lip innocently as she glanced over at Matty.

“Has anyone - well, your parents, I guess - ever asked you what you wanted to do? I mean. With the rest of your life. What you want to be when you grow up,” Lauren amended, clarifying. Trying to make him see what she was getting at. It didn’t seem that way to her, only that he was expected to do something great. Lauren couldn’t imagine being under that kind of pressure. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want,” she added hastily, not wanting to force him into a conversation he was uncomfortable with. Her eyes looked out over the water again,  but she reached her hand over and grabbed his, lacing their fingers together again. 

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"You could have shown up in sweat pants, and my parents would still like you as much as I do," Matty looked down at her as she spoke, pulling him in for a hug. Resting the top of his chin on her head as his arms dangled over her shoulders, he subtly sighed. The boy could count the number of times he invited one of his friends over to his house, on one hand. Let alone, the girls he'd ever had an interest in. It may have seemed like a silly paranoia, considering half of his life was weeding out those who liked him for him rather than just his money. However, growing up, the blonde felt as though if his friends were to see what he had, the only reason they'd ever want to hang out with him was because of his possessions. Since day one, Lauren hadn't given a single care towards the fact Matty had all these sorts of privileges  and the last thing he wanted was for his home to sway that.

"I mean, my mom may tear your make-up technique apart, and my dad might want to sit you under a lamp to study what side is your best angle, but they'll love you," he smiled at her, trying to worry her with his joke. He knew very well that his parents would be too involved in their next project to knit-pick at every little new detail of his life - Lauren included. 

Pulling away from the hug, he laced their fingers once again, and lead her through one of the halls. "And the tour continues," he murmured, opening one of the doors that led to another hallway. Along the widely spaced walls surrounding the pair on either side, were pictures of Matty as a child. A few of him in a soccer uniform around the age of six, transitioning to his first middle school yearbook picture, and all the way up to his senior year photograph. Through the pictured timeline, there was a reoccurring thing that seemed to be missing in all of them; his parents. It was something he'd grown used to, so much that there were more pictures lining the wall with the same nanny in the background. 

"Mr. Thompson?" A gentle voice carried from a passing room. The voice had sounded slightly echoed, giving the impression that they'd just passed the kitchen. Turning slightly, Matty looked over and a smile immediately graced his face. "What a wonderful sight, Mr. Thompson! I'm making your favorite for dinner, tonight. Spaghetti," a woman who looked to be in her early fifties spoke, peeking out of the kitchen's doorway. "Oh! I wasn't aware we had company!"

"Georgia, this is Lauren. Lauren, this is Georgia," Matty introduced the pair. Georgia, with her ironed dress matching the color of the man at the gate's uniform, extended her hand for a greeting. "I'm the Thompson's cook. It's lovely to meet you! Ah, speaking of cook, I should get started. Dinner won't cook itself!" For her age, Georgia was looping around gracefully on her feet, making her way back to the kitchen far faster than many other women her age would have. As soon as Matty and Lauren were left alone in the hallway, he looked down at the wooden floor, and laughed a bit. "I guess I should have warned you that there are extended Thompson's."

Continuing to lead the way, the pair headed for the backyard. Passing the final turn of the hallway, Matty couldn't help but pause for a fraction of a second, letting his green eyes wander down the three largest picture frames at the end, taking up seventy percent of the wall. In the first picture frame, was an aged, rustic photographic portrait of a man standing in front of what looked to be a University - a University the man had established. Underneath, there was a plaque that read, "Professor Thompson, Harvard - 1636." Beside that photo, was another, more modern quality, glossy photographic portrait of a man who had a striking resemblance to Matty. In this picture, the man was behind a bulky film camera, underneath the caption was, "Blake Thompson. Academy Award Winner - 2008." Finally, the third picture frame, equally as large, sat empty. No caption, no illustration. The blank background seemed to have just as many words to say as the prior two, a cold wave washing through Matty's eyes before sucking in a quick breath and carrying on to the Solarium that held an exit to the backyard.

Once he and she had made it to their destination, the sun gleamed brightly off of the Olympic sized pool hanging just near the edge of a rough incline. In the nearby distance, the contrast of the dark green of the tennis court had made the property look more like a Five Star Hotel, rather than a home. Walking the decorative, cemented rocks to the edge of the pool, Matty plopped down and began to strip his feet of the shoes and socks he wore. Patting the area beside him for Lauren to sit, he pointed to a tree not too far away. "When I was a kid," he began, feeling Lauren's presence now at the same level he was, dipping their feet in the cool water, "I begged my parents to get a small train so I could go around the grounds. On the first day I had it, I crashed into that tree." His words were filled with a nostalgic laugh, shaking his head. "How're your sisters?" The memory of his own had sparked the thought that Lauren was probably tired of hearing about his own life, and gave him a genuine curiosity to how hers was going.

It's Sunday. | Starkson

Today was the day of Lauren’s second first-date with Matty, and she was actually nervous. She’d never been nervous around Matty, but things felt different this time. They were supposed to be taking things slow, as Lauren had just gotten out of a relationship, even though that was the same situation they found themselves in the last time, and they hadn’t gone slow then. Neither of them were very good at it, but they were being more careful this time, making an effort so that things wouldn’t go south like they had the last time around.

He wouldn’t tell her where they were going, but Lauren loved surprises. They were driving somewhere, but as soon as the car stopped, Matty held his hands over Lauren’s eyes and was gently leading her up some stairs. She paid careful attention to the sounds around her. They hadn’t driven for that long, and with all of the whoosing, loud air noises it almost sounded as though they were at… an airport… 

Finally Matty sat her down in a chair that was too comfortable to be real and Lauren laughed slightly, opening her eyes in wonder. They were on a private jet and she was grinning, this was way over the top, but Matty always spoiled her and she didn’t mind too much. The plane was taking off and though she wanted to keep the surprise, Lauren couldn’t resist asking every five minutes where they were headed and why Matty was being so secretive. But she was relaxing in his presence, continually laughing as they caught up as though no time at all had passed between them. Everything was so easy and Lauren was marveling  surprised but at the same time, not. She and Matty had always clicked, from day one. 

All too soon they touched down and Lauren was ushered into a car, Matty opening the door for her as she once again shot him another smile. “What…” she started, but stopped when the person that opened the gate for them mentioned something about Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. Her eyes widened as she took everything in, from the massive, sprawling property, to what she had just heard. Matty was taking her home… to meet his parents.

Lauren swallowed, frozen as they drove up to the house, suddenly even more nervous than she had been at the start of the day. Matty stopped the car and opened her door again, twining their fingers together. “Surprise,” Lauren repeated, “Oh my gosh.” His house was huge and Lauren was stopped-in-her-tracks staring, so that Matty had to tighten his grip and pull to get her through the front door. Words failed her, she was taken completely by surprise. This felt like an incredibly heavy gesture to her, like he believed in the idea of them so much that he was bringing her home to meet his parents. 

Lauren licked her suddenly dry lips, unsure of what to say. “Uh,” she started intelligently. “No, I’m fine. I mean, I’m nervous. We’re having dinner with your parents?” she bit her lip, turning to Matty with comically wide eyes again. “I can’t believe you live here, this place is massive.” She again looked around the room, taking everything in. “Oh my gosh, we’re having dinner with your parents.” 

Her hand was still laced with his, and Lauren felt a little better, calming down somewhat as she pulled him in close. “This is a hell of a date,” she murmured, a soft smile on her face. Matty didn’t do anything by halves, and it was another thing she liked about him. “An awesome surprise, though.” She looped her arms around his waist, pulling him in, though it was solely for contact, not wanting to push anything just yet. “What if they hate me?” she asked quietly, her eyebrows furrowing as she worried. She was struck dumb by the elegance of the house, how fancy and extravagant everything was and she groaned quietly, “Why didn’t you tell me to wear something nice? Matty.” 

[mattythompson]

How about a little of this? Come on, I put the hip in hip hop.

Ellen Degeneres makes bank.

#What?! No! I love mine hehe. #She lets me use her laptop while she's not in because mine is broken. #And she brings me food.

[mattythompson]

Excuse me?

Ellen Degeneres makes bank.

She’s a better dancer than you, though.

#I'm replying to #the para. MY ROOMMATE WON'T BE HOME FOR HOURS. THIS IS GLORIOUS.

[mattythompson]

Ellen Degeneres makes bank.

Whatevs!

#I'm crying.

[mattythompson]

Your slow, or my slow? If I remember right, your slow was pretty quick. Which I have no problem with. A date? Anywhere you want.

Hiiiiii.

The Scrabble, oh my gosh, I missed you. I think we should take things slow, but I absolutely want to give this another shot, Matty Thompson. Let’s go on a date.

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Thirded.

THE SEED I PLANTED IS GROWING INTO A BEAUTIFUL ROSE BUSH. COME STARKSON, LET ME WATER YOU.

#I LOVE YOU BRENDA THOUGH.

[mattythompson]

There is... and I'm willing to try again if you are... I'll even bring out the Buzz costume and the Scrabble.

Hiiiiii.

Yeah. I felt really bad but. I’ve still got feelings for you, and… there’s still something here. We both know there is.

#Ew no. I #have a fear of pills. #I still get liquid medicine. Don't judge me.

[mattythompson]

O-oh... So you ended it..? I'm... I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not.

Hiiiiii.

Uh, better than I expected, actually. No tears. He said it’ll probably take a bit before we can be friends, but I was sort of expecting that…

#NO THEY TASTE GROSS):

[mattythompson]

You... Oh.. How'd that go..?

Hiiiiii.

I, uh. Talked to Cole.

#My grandpa tried to get me to take vitamin supplements when I was younger. I didn't #and now this is karma):

[mattythompson]

Hey, Lauren..

Hiiiiii.

Hi.

#Curse my low immune system):