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that Frank sent me, which must mean this must be the roommate, or a friend. He
has some running shorts on and a tight white shirt, which stretches over his
broad shoulders and muscles.
    This guy is huge. He has bulging arms that look like they
might be wider than my legs, and probably are. He’s a bit shorter than I am but
I’m wearing heels after all. By the looks of this guy he must spend some major
time in the gym with the weights. His hair is cut really short all over and
he's staring at me like he's trying really hard to figure out who I am. Then he
shakes his head like he's trying to clear it.
    “Is Matthew Garcia here?” I nervously ask.
    I'm pretty sure from the smells I'm getting from inside that
he is stoned out of his mind.
    He is still staring at me, with bugged eyes and his mouth
slightly open. Finally a light bulb must have turned on in his head because he
finally speaks.
    “Dude, you’re Abigail fucking Adams.”
    I roll my eyes. “No, I’m Mother Teresa, I’ve come to save
your soul. Again, is Matthew Garcia here?”
    I'm afraid by the way he's staring at me that I'm getting
nowhere. But, the now confused look on his face makes me smile for the first
time since all this drama has started.
    “Dude, are you sure you’re real?” Then tilting his head, he
says, “This must be some really good shit.”
    I'm getting really frustrated at this point, I came all this
way and right now I’m kind of out of patience from the three hour drive up
here. As I'm about to give up, I hear a voice behind the guy staring at me.
    “Dude, what the hell are you yelling about out here?” says
the voice walking to the door.
    When I see who it is, I get excited. It's him! It’s really
him. I stare at him and even though I know his name already, just seeing him
makes my excitement accelerate. Like I really know who he is and I've missed
him so much. The next thing I know I'm throwing myself at him and hugging him.
    He automatically catches me, but stiffens up as I’m holding
him, awkwardly tapping me on the back with his hand and then pushes me away so
he can get a clear view of my face. He looks confused, which is understandable
when a stranger throws herself at you. I realize what I’ve just done, and it
makes me feel embarrassed; I shouldn’t have thrown myself at him like that.
    That's when he notices who I am and his jaw drops open.
Matthew is holding a joint in his hand, looks down at it, and then hands it
over to the first guy. “Here dude, I think this shit is making me trip.”
    Big muscled guy standing next to us gets all excited and
starts hopping back and forth on his feet. “Dude, I'm pretty sure you’re not
tripping, if you see what I'm seeing.” He draws his eyebrows forward in doubt.
    “You’re seeing her, right?” He doubts again with his eyes. “It's
Abigail Adams standing in our front door, right? I’m not tripping?” He gets
excited again.
    I decide to take over the conversation. “You’re Matthew
Garcia, right?” I ask, looking back at Matthew, and trying to ignore a gawking
muscled guy.
    He nods his head and responds, “Just Matt,” and holds out
his hand for me to shake.
    As I’m shaking his hand I say, “Is there any way I could
come in? I have something I need to talk to you about,” and walk through the
front door without waiting for the invitation.
    They both look at each other with dazed looks and nod. Matt
takes a couple of fast steps to catch up with me and begins to lead me into the
house. The first thing I notice is that even though I have heels on, we are
matched in height, and he's not as physically big as the first guy.
    He's still fit all right, but he's slim and he has enough
toned muscle to make you drool. He looks like he should be in an Abercrombie
ad.
    As he leads me into the living room, he starts guiding me
with his hand on my back, and I can feel the warmth in his touch. It sends a
thrilling chill through my body and I get excited. Then I quickly