MATTHEWS P.O.V
Walking back towards the table that still had my laptop and papers on it, I sat down and got back to work. I wonder how long Dillion has to be in the hospital. He only broke his leg, not fractured his hip. I rolled my eyes. Dina follows me, with the bag of twinges still in her hand. She looks at me and raises the bag.
ALIS P.O.VI opened the door to my apartment, knowing that Matthew and Dina was on the other side. Walking in with Dillion a little behind me. Using crutches to walk and wearing a cast on his leg. I held the door open as he came into the apartment. Dina and Matthew looked up at as. Dina ran towards me and hugged me."You're home!" she said with happiness.
MATTHEW P.O.VMy favorite movie!?I wanted to face palm myself. I'm such an idiot. I wish I kept my mouth shut and just ate the stupid pizza. I don't know why I even said that. Everyone knew
ALIS P.O.V"Pssst. Ali." said a small voice.I groaned, tired and exhausted. I didn't get any sleep at all yesterday, so I died to the world as soon as 11pm hit and Dillion was in his bed sleeping. I felt someone lightly shaking me.
MATTHEWS P.O.VAs I stared out the window and looked down at the busy street below. I heard feet scuffling outside my door, behind me. I turned around just as the door opened. Mikey and Ali walked in and didn't look to happy at seeing each other. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the office chair.
ALIS P.O.VAs I sat down in my chair, I turned towards the two little boys behind me."Do you boys want anything to drink?" I asked as I opened up my laptop.
ALIS P.O.V"I have a question." I said to Matthew."Go ahead." said Matthew.
ALIS P.O.V.It was hours later, when we finally finished discussing everything that was needed to be done for the fundraiser. I left once, when I had to grab my laptop from my desk. Samantha had already had notes from the last fundraisers she did, so we didn't need to have another meeting on another day. We discussed the venue, catering, parking valets, seating, amount of guest, charity's event budget, and it being a silent auction.
ALIS P.O.V“Okay, well if your mom’s name just happened to be spelled M-A-R-K—” said Matthew before I cut him off.“It is not Mark.” I said in an annoyed voice.“I didn’t say it was Mark.” Matthew replied with a raised eyebrow.“Well, you spelt his name. So that counts.” I replied.Matthew sighed and waved his hands in the air dismissing my comment.“Listen, this boy is no good.” Matthew said as if it was a fact.I caught the emphasis on the word boy.