Blu

The call ended and my mind went rambling with what could possibly be wrong with him. Everything.

He's under the influence. Chill. I told myself in hopes of calming down. No such luck. I was getting my ticket process handled and running to get dressed in the next 30 minutes. I called him again.

He didn't pick up. Ugh Matthew, the things I do for you, like fly halfway across the world. I boarded the plane, nervous and hoping he was okay. The flight was rough, mentally. I couldn't help but wonder if he was really hurt. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I'd just let him go. I tried to fight, but it's all up to him now on the rest of our relationship.

When I finally arrived, I realized Australia was extraordinarily beautiful. I had come here once for touring, but never got to fully enjoy it. I found my driver outside the airport, waiting and I told him to just drive until I give him specific directions.

I didn't think this through. How am I going to find him if he doesn't pick up his phone? I sighed. This is going to be harder than I thought.

I tried getting one of my technicians to track his phone. They couldn't reach the signal, they said it has to be in water or just completely destroyed. He might not even want to be found. I thought hard until it came to me. They had to track my last call.
It'll give me a definite place to find it.

"Sky, it's in a sea leading to the ocean. You can't miss it. It's the only port around." Drew said and I thanked him for helping me.

I found the nearest boat, it was trashed and I knew he had been there. A few drunken teenagers were asleep covered in red solo cups.

I woke them up frantically.

"Where is Matthew?" I asked.

"Who the fuck is that?" A guy groaned. I ignored his disgusted look and explained Matthew's appearance.

"He left with Amelia." The guy answered groggily. My heart stopped, go home Blu. Stop trying. He doesn't care about you. I had to push the thoughts racing in my head away. He left with someone else, no big deal.

"Where did they go?" I asked. "Her house. River Rice Road. You'll find it, trust me its not hard to miss."

He was right, most definitely not hard to miss, but in all cases you'd want to miss it. The broken windows in some apartments scared me before my driver even drove up to Amelia's complex. I'm honestly trying to hard, but I have to find him. He means that much to me no matter where we stand together.

I hopped out the car and ran up to every door, knocking. The only person that actually opened the door was a old lady.

She looked annoyed and heavily hung over. I felt eerie standing there. Clearing my throat, I worked up my courage.

"I'm looking for an Amelia. Does she live here?" I asked and the lady frowned.

"Yes, go back to her room. You must be a friend." She said pulling me through the door. "I guess you could call us that." I spoke nervously laughing uncomfortably.

I walked all the way to the back door and slid it open. Matthew lay sprung out across her bed, his shirt disheveled along with his hair. Her arms and legs wrapped around him. He looked perfectly fine lying next to the slut.

I gasped and covered my mouth, trying not to believe my eyes. He instantly shot up from laying next to her, staring me dead in the eye.

"Blu?" He questioned, jumping completely off the bed startling Amelia.

I started walking away hastily, tears falling down my cheek.

He ran after me. I tried to move quicker, my little legs pumping as fast as possible. The girl trailed behind us, I could hear the shuffling of all our feet. He tried to spin me around.

"Blu, babe I wa-" He stuttered, drunkenly. His accent ever so present.

I threw his arm off and jerked away. I could see over his glazed, intoxicated eyes he knew he had hurt me.

"What are you doing here? This isn't a place for a girl like you." He said as his whole demeanor changed like he didn't care.

"I thought you were hurt Matthew! I fucking came across the world to make sure you were okay. That bullshit over the phone. I can't even believe I fell for it. You're a pig, Matthew Summers." I yelled at him.

"Blu, please let me take you to breakfast I'll explain all this shit," He pleaded with me, grabbing my hand. One second he cares, another he doesn't.

"You were just fucking me now you're taking out this random girl and I'm the whore." Amelia yelled at him. Was that true, if so I never want to see him again and I'll tell him gladly. I pulled back and proceeded outside.

"Shut the fuck up." He yelled slamming her apartment door and following me down the flights of the stairs.

I opened the limo door furiously, he was hot on my heels. I was a inch away from shutting the door on him. He had his hand in the crack, pulling the door open to face me again. I didn't face him, but his presence never left. We just weren't speaking.

"Did you sleep with her?" My voice cracked at the end, afraid of his answer.

"No, Blu. I feel asleep in her car and she must've carried me up to her room..I wouldn't ever." He said making me sigh. I moved over, so he could step inside. I told the driver to pull off.

We rode to a little cafe in silence. He fixed himself up a little in the mirror and ran his fingers through his perfect, messy hair.

"Why didn't you answer my calls? I went through hell and high water to only find you with another girl." I said to him and he sighed.

"I was drunk and a little high. I threw my phone in the sea, like a fucking idiot. Last night, after I drunkenly called you. Amelia was the only person willing to take care of me. I didn't sleep with her, she came onto me. I declined her because there was one thing nagging me. You. When I'm all fucked up, I mean everything I say, especially to you. I wanted you to find me. Now I know you still love me." He said and I sighed.

"Yes, I fucking love you, why you ever had a doubt. I'm not sure, but you don't respect me! It's a relief you didn't actually sleep with her, but I found you two...together...in her bed. She's apart of your past, that I only know because you told me literally two days ago. You've only been back home for a day Matthew. You are ruining yourself!" I scolded him.

"Stop yelling, Blu. I'm hungover and I'm not ruining myself. I have no purpose. There is nothing here. I'm like my parents, the original fuck ups." He said to me.

"You aren't your parents. You are so much better. Please let me believe in you. I know you have it in you. Please, I love you for so many reasons." I pleaded with him. He looked me dead in the eye, Matthew Summers was fighting his own tears right in front of me. He just rested his head against my lap, I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Blu, I want you to believe in me, but I'm not going to lie. I'm scared, for once in my life. Matthew fucking Summers is scared. I'm scared to love you the way you deserve. I'm scared I'll let you down if you believe in me too much. I'm scared if I actually try, we'll fall apart. I need you, honestly. I'm this without you. I amount to nothing without you, but getting drunk and high numbs me. It takes my mind off you for maybe an hour. That's not enough though, you're unforgettable. Nothing takes you off my mind. I know what I did was fucked up, but I love you, okay?" He said clinging to my legs.

"You could never let me down. It's strange, but you and I are a forever thing. Extraordinary kind of." I said. He chuckled slightly.

"It's been a day of me being across the world and I missed you like crazy." He spoke to me and I laughed.

"You're drunk, Matthew. If I didn't miss you there's no way in hell I'd wake up to answer a call that late at night." I said.

"I knew you had been sleeping. I could hear it in your voice." He replied sadly.

"It was fine. Not everyone is a wild party animal though." I shot back.

"My hangover is hell. I need something in me, now." He groaned.

"Okay, let's go in and eat." I said and he grabbed my hand.

"Matthew, I don't think that's a good idea." I said and he lifted my chin, grabbing my waist pulling me towards him. PDA no longer meant anything to me with a boyfriend like Matthew. He made me feel comfortable, I didn't care who saw us.

"My feelings haven't changed Blu. Amelia is scum under my shoe. She's just jealous. I set everything straight with her last night. I still choose you over anyone. Your feelings seem to be the same way. Let me make this up to you. I'm fucked up and I know I always do the wrong things, but your the best thing that's happened to me." He said and I sighed, taking hold of his palm. Drake references get me every time. His fingers fit perfectly with mine.

Our brunch was filled with laughs. He told me about his drug dealing friend and how he almost really did die. I'm sure he exaggerated, but with a guy like him. I could never be too sure. Just glad to see my boy alive.

"Thanks lover." He said to me eating his pancake and I laughed. "For what?" I questioned twisting my head sideways. He smiled. Bingo.

"For being you. The beautiful, wonderful, loving, crazy, wild, innocent Blu." He said and I blushed.

"You make it easy," I flirted and he laughed.

"I'm sorry you had to go through hell to find me. I'm just so important, so there's always hell to pay." He said with his accent thick.

"Why don't you talk like this back home. It's adorable." I said and he sighed.

"That's why? Because it's adorable. Blu, you're really crushing my ego these days. I'm sexy, seductive, fucking awesome in bed. Say stuff like that, not adorable or cute. Fuck no." He said and I laughed hysterically at his white girl transition. Tears of laughter streaming down my face.

"Okay, your accent is hot as fuck. It could make me do wild things with one simple word." I whispered to him, pulling back and biting my lip with a bat of my lashes and his eyes widened.

"Blu." He said and I laughed hysterically.

"I'm not kidding, but I am. I love your accent." I said running my hand through his hair.

"Like I love you." He said leaning over to kiss me. I was falling deeper into it when I saw Amelia out the corner of my eye, as Matthew trailed kisses down my jawline. She looked trashy like I feel as if I'm seeing Part 2 of this morning. She cleared her throat that's probably full of dick come. Savage Blu.

"I see you two made up. You must be a classy act to keep him on his heels. You aren't Scotty's type at all. Too proper looking." She said and I was confused. Who in the hell is Scotty?

Matthew glared her way.

"Amelia, let me talk to you, outside." He said and walked off leaving me alone.

Matthew

"What the hell was that, Amelia! I told you I'm done with you, for good. I'm not fucking like how I used to be. That girl means a lot to me now leave before you further how bad I fucked up. Going to you for help is always a bad idea, you twist shit around and cause issues." I said in her face.

"Okay, Scotty. I'm sorry. I didn't know you loved her." The L word. Coming from her mouth struck me deep. Don't deny it, Matthew. You love her, so fucking what. I turned around to see her solemnly sitting there, patiently waiting on me.

"Yeah, I love her, so please fucking go and don't run into me again if you can help yourself." I said and walked away.

"Who's Scotty?" Her first question was asked as soon as I sat back down next to her.

"Long story, he's a friend. We are extremely close. Like. very. close." I said and she scrunched up her nose.

"That makes no sense, but I'll roll with it."

"Good, I'm not in the mood for talking, but there are many other things our mouths can do." I said pulling her chin close. Kids ran by yelling, ew. She pulled back.

"Let's go." She spoke dashing and dining. What's gotten into my Blu?

She dragged me along, jumping in the limo.

"Blu, you're such a rebel." I said less than an inch away from her face. She smiled, biting her lip.

"I've done worse." She shot back and we both started laughing at her awful lie. If I'm being honest she probably secretly paid for that meal.

"What are we doing?" I asked her and she stared at me dreamily and she cupped my cheek in her hand. "Going home."

"My plane ticket says I leave in two weeks." I replied and she sighed a sigh of relief.

"You were going to come home?" She asked in a soft voice. "Yes, I was sure beforehand getting high and drunk wouldn't keep me away from you." I said.

"I can stay two weeks if that's what you're asking." She said grabbing my hand.

"Only if you want too." She shook her head.

"Good, I can show you my hometown and we can go exploring and do a bunch a shit Matthew Summers wouldn't ever do." I said and she laughed.

"I'd enjoy doing a lot of shit with you." I smirked causing her to giggle.

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Notes-

hmm hmm hmm and the love story continues

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