All I Have Is You (Matthew Espinosa FanFic)

Chapter 16

Hey guys! This is just an A/N for before you read; keep Matthew's dream in mind for the future! I'm not saying this will happen, but it's going to play a pretty important role later in my book.😉<3:)

Matt

Friday went pretty good with me and the guys. I know I didn't get to hang with them as long as I had hoped, but considering it's been a long time with just me hanging with them, it felt good to get Alexis off my mind for a bit.

Yesterday, I kept on feeling tired for some reason, and when I fell asleep last night at my normal time, I had a dream about Alexis.

**(POV of Matthew from his dream)**

I'm sitting in a waiting room, very anxiously. Mrs. Ramirez's eyes look red and wet as she comes up to me to lead me to a room.

"I'll just stand out here," she tells me when we come to a door and I nod as I enter the small room. The first thing I see is Alexis in a hospital bed. I want to freak out, but what gives me hope and a bit of sanity before I do is the sound of her breathing, as her chest heaves up and down, while she is peacefully sleeping. I sit down next to her bed and grab her hand. She immediately opens her eyes.

"Matthew?" she asks in a soft, shocked tone.

I don't get enough time to tell her, "I'm right here. I always will be."

**(end of Matthew's dream)**

I wake up right before I get the chance to tell her that I'm here and I always will be. It leaves me breathing heavily. I check the time on my phone and it's 7:23. I decide to go downstairs for some orange juice and head out onto the patio for some fresh air.

When I get outside, I find Dad reading his newspaper.

"Hey, Dad. Do you always come out so early on Sundays?"

"Yeah. It's quiet and honestly quite peaceful, you know, before the whole city wakes up and all I hear are air planes, cars, sirens and people," he says not looking at me, but at the slight view of the Santa Monica mountains. I've always noticed the small view of it, but never noticed up until now that it's looks nice. "So why are you up early on a Sunday? Shouldn't you be sleeping in like you did the other day when you had to go to school?" Dad says with a chuckle before he takes a drink of his morning coffee.

"Uh, nothing. I just happened to wake up early today and I couldn't fall back asleep, so I wanted to just come outside." My dad nods in understanding and finishes off what he has in his mug. He folds is paper up and stands from his chair.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go back inside and watch TV in the living room, before your mom gets up. You know that Sunday is her only day to sleep in just a bit and she does a lot around here."

"Yeah, I know."

"Lock the sliding door when you come back inside, please," he says as he closes it halfway.

I acknowledge his comment without saying anything else to him and just go back to focusing on my dream. I wish my dream would have been extended, so I could find out more as to why Alexis was even in the hospital. I have no idea what it meant. What am I even thinking? Of course it couldn't have meant anything; I'm not the kind of person who has dreams that come true.-Except for one time when I was like six-years-old, and I had a dream that all my teeth were loose and the next day I lost my first tooth, but that's it.

I take my earbuds and phone out of my pocket and just listen to music out here for about an hour.

"Matt!" Mom taps my shoulder. I take my earbuds out and put them back in my pocket. "Ryan is here and I made a special breakfast for all four of us." Ryan never said anything about visiting today. He usually tells us ahead of time when he's gonna come visit from college, but I'm still happy he's here.

I walk into the kitchen to be greeted with a big hug from my big brother. It almost catches me off guard, though because as I was locking the sliding door that leads to the patio and walking trough the living room and into the kitchen, all that I was focused on was the smell of French toast, eggs, bacon and the sound of Mom mixing strawberries and bananas in the blender to make smoothies for all of us.

"Hey, Ryan! What's up?" I ask as we take our seats at the table.

"Nothin' much. Just some new classes for this semester. What about you?" He says asks as he stuffs a pice of syrup-soaked French toast into his mouth, powdered sugar all around his lips. He uses tongue to just lick his mouth clean instead of a napkin, as usual.

"Well, I did just start my junior year this last Monday," I tell him, actually waiting to swallow most of my food, unlike him, and then take a big sip from my smoothie.

"Ah, cool. Any new friends or are you still sticking with your bunch of weirdos," Ryan says laughing. I know he is only joking so I don't take any offense.

"Yes, I'm still sticking with my bunch if weirdos, I'm one of them. Though, I did actually make one new friend. I met her in math class."

"Whoa, wait up- her? Is she pretty?" Ryan asks. Thankfully Mom scolds him before I have to answer and Ryan goes along talking to my parents while I'm lost in the clouds of my thoughts. I have an answer, of course, I just didn't want to say it out loud.

My answer to Ryan's question would be no. No she is not pretty. Alexis isn't just pretty. She is absolutely beautiful. She isn't perfect of course, I mean, nobody is. But I like her so much better that way. To me, she is perfectly-imperfect, more than anybody ever could be. Though her teeth seem pretty straight to me, she has braces. Her hair would probably look better if she didn't put highlights in it because everything about her is naturally beautiful and there is no need to mess any of that up. Sometimes she repeats herself when she's talking, not remembering that she had just said what she repeated only moments before. I love all her flaws and I love her being her. I think I may actually love her.

No I can't. It sounds pure ridiculous. I can't be in love with a girl that I only met seven days ago. Let alone the fact that I'm only sixteen and I think I barely know her. Plus, I don't even think she feels at all the same way. We did kiss though, the other day when I slept over at her house, but I think we were just caught up in the moment and we were tired, and it was me who leaned in for it, not her. It couldn't have meant anything to her.

I'm just her best friend.

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