Abby was dragged out of her thoughts as Matthew rapped his knuckles against his bedroom door. Slowly pushing herself to sit up, she rubbed her tired eyes. Looking up at Matthew, who had decided to come in anyway, not that she would've said no, she rose a brow at his grin. As he tried to explain his reasoning's behind his reaction, Abby started to feel somewhat better that she hadn't completely crushed her chances. Nodding in understanding, she made sure his blanket was pulled up far enough so that he wouldn't see the fact she was only wearing a tee. He might not appreciate her teasing at the moment.<br/><br/>"Is that the reason for your reaction? I don't know you very well to be honest, but from what I've seen, you don't have it in you to hurt me. I ran the first time. That is true, but my reason for running was not the fact you kissed me. In fact, if im completely honest here, I haven't been able to stop thinking about the kiss since it happened. But my reason for running was because... Well I cant control the memories that surface. And my father, well to put it in a quick summary, has royally fucked my life up. I promise that it's not anything you did," Abby said, trying her best to explain what happened back then in the janitor's closet.<br/><br/>Biting at her bottom lip, Abby looked at Matthew hopefully. She hoped she had explained it well enough that he understood that nothing was his fault. "In fact, I would want nothing more than to... um... being, well uh, close... in, uh, every way... to you... it would just um take some work I guess," she stammered through her slight confession, nervously picking at Matthew's blanket as she looked down at her lap. The blood rushed to her cheeks, causing her to almost glow with her red cheeks. Abby had never told anyone she actually liked them before, especially not someone like Matthew. "You know, ever since I met you, I cant get you out of my head. It's like you're stuck there or something," she continued, trying to make a small joke to kind of lighten up the subject.<br/><br/>Abby hesitantly looked up at Matthew, nervous to see his reaction to everything she had just tried to explain to him. Meeting his eyes with her own in a very shy way, she bit her bottom lip as he waited hopefully for some good answer from him.