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PROLOGUE
Good Girls Bad Guys - Falling in Reverse
Matilda lays on her side next to me almost hyperventilating. Her fingers are nervously messing with one of the straps of her overalls. I look into her eyes and see a tear slide down her face.
“What’s wrong, Mats?” I ask, brushing my fingers down her face, “Is it because of your birthday?”
Her special day always brings out the worst in her. She never knew her parents, as they left her at the fire station the day she was born. Luckily, our first neighbor, who worked the night shift, was the one who found her.
“No…I got used to this feeling. I’ve been living like this for fifteen years,” she sniffles, “It’s something else. I need to tell you something.”
“Okay…you know you can tell me anything, Mats!” I don’t like it when she cries… She never cries. “Did something happen?”
She looks into her chipped nails, squeezing a teddy bear I just gave her as her fifteenth birthday present. A storm rages behind her eyes and I can see that she’s really struggling. I have never seen her this unsettled, and I’ve been by her side for over a decade.
“I…listen… I… shit.” She takes a deep breath, calming herself down, “Ithinkilikegirlstoo.”
“What???”
“I said I think I like girls too.” she repeats, all serious.
Oh, I knew that… I mean she is always looking at girls, and then gets flustered around them. There is this tall girl in our class who steals Mats’ attention all the time. I noticed a long time ago that Mats had the hots for her.
“Cool. I like girls too. They’re so hot.”
“That’s all you have to say?” She looks stunned, her eyes saucer-wide.
Did she expect a different reaction from me?
Should I be offended?
“Yeah? We have one more thing in common, Mats! High five!” I press my palm firmly against hers, “You like who you like, as long as you’re loved, I’m a happy man.”
“You are fifteen, you are barely a boy.” She chuckles, whipping her runny nose.
“I’ll be one once I grow up and marry a curvy redhead metal chick.”
“What’s up with you and redheads?” She raises her eyebrow at me.
“They are divine, Mats! They look otherworldly.” A wide smile stretches over my face as I roll onto my back, “And they bring you happiness!”
“Gosh, sometimes I forget you are a poet, but you’re right there to remind me. Have you ever heardanyother teen use that word?”
“Oh shut the fuck up.” I say, yanking her small frame into me, holding her close. I want to make sure she knows nothing is going to change now. She is like a triplet to my sister and me. “We can talkgirlsnow. So cool! What’s your type?”
“Tall, muscular and smart.”
Boring, I knew that already, but I pretend I didn’t.
“Interesting… Everything you’re not,” I joke, “I like curves, like, big curves and a tummy, and long hair and boobs. I really, really like boobs. And a good sense of humor too.”
“Did you just call me stupid?” She gasps and finally stops crying, swatting her hands at me, “And Noah, I know this might be a shock to you, but every teenager likes boobs.”
“You too?”
“Yeah.” She shrugs.
We both burst out laughing. I love Mats so much.
