My phone started ringing. I swear I either fell asleep while talking with Kristen or while I was watching TV with Matt. I opened my eyes and reached for my phone. It was the police.
"Hello?" I said, as wide awake as I could.
"Hello. Is this Mrs. Wilder?" A males voice said.
"I'm afraid I'm going to need you to come down to the police station. It's about your mother and father."
"Okay. I'll be there as soon a possible. Thank you for calling."
I hung up. I had some tears falling down my face. I had gotten a text message, from Matt.
(M) you up? I wanna talk
(M) I'll be there in 30 seconds
I set down my phone. Matt opened the door and re-closed it. He flipped on the light and it illuminated the bedroom. I wasn't in Kristen's room. I think Matt carried me to his bedroom.
"Did you put me in your room?"
"Yeah. Was that a problem?"
"No. I just wasn't expecting to wake up here."
"Was your phone ringing earlier?"
"Yeah. It was just the...police. I have to go into the station..."
"My mom and I can take you."
"Thanks Matt. Can I borrow some of your sisters clothes?"
"Yeah. I want to give you something first."
Matt walked into his closet and came out with a few beanies and one of his shirts. I smiled. I think Matt is telling me that he will always be there for me, no matter what.
"I just thought, it would make you feel safe...with me and my family."
"Thank you Matt."
I hugged him. We stood there for a few minutes. His sister cleared her throat.
"If you don't mind, Matt. Emerson has to go get ready to leave for the police station."
Kristen led me to her room. She closed the door and made sure that Matt wasn't standing outside. It's like she wanted to tell me something important, and she didn't want Matt to hear.
"Did Matt give you one of his favorite shirts?" She asked.
"I don't know. He just gave me a few beanies and one of his shirts," I responded.
I unfolded the shirt and saw that it was a black shirt, with a blue thumbs up on it. Kristen's face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Matt...he wore that in one of his photo shoots. He loved that shirt. Emerson...Matt is telling you that he like likes you." Kristen said.
"W-w-why do you think that?" I stuttered.
"By the way you guys look at each other. He watched you fall asleep on him Emerson. Matthew put you in his bedroom because he wanted you to be able to trust him. Emerson, he wants to ask you out!"
"Y-y-you sure about that?"
"Positive. Sit by me at dinner when you come back from the police station. Now go change!"
Kirsten pushed me into the bathroom. I quickly changed into shorts and Matt's t-shirt. It was a little big on me. I'm about 5'3, 5'4ish. Matt seems to be 5'5, 5'6ish.
"You ready?" Kirsten asked from outside the bathroom.
"Yeah!" I responded.
I walked out. I had tied Matthew's shirt back, so then it wasn't taking over my body. Kirsten sat me down in front of a makeup desk area. She pulled out a bottle of mascara and applied that to my face. She then handed me a small tube of lipgloss.
"Here. Just incase."
Kirsten then whipped open the door and revealed a Matthew. His eyes widened.
"You look beautiful."
We were only going to the police station, but it's always good to look your best.