Not at all! Quickly though, would you prefer to have them get into the accident because maybe they had an argument or something along those lines?

Yeah, that sounds good! Maybe about meeting his family when they go to Italy?

of course, that sounds good :) what exactly would they be arguing about? just so i know what to write nd don't get it wro nt etc

Maybe her trying to convince him to go without her? Because she doesn't want him to be judged because of her?

Sounds good :) I can start if you'd prefer?

I'd love that! :)

It had been another month or two since the event, and most of it had gone quite smoothly. They'd progressed rather well in the modelling career, and it was proving for them to be quite well known around well..nearly everywhere. Matt was content with his life, and even more so, having Trixie in it. He lounged around on the stool at the counter, scrolling through his phone silently. Trixie had been strangely quiet for most of that day, and whilst he tried not to think much of it, it was getting to the time where they were headed to meet his parents and he was growing increasingly worried. He put down his phone and turned his head to Trixie, who was sat a little away from him. "You okay?" he asked, a weak but polite smile on his face as he spoke. Matt wasn't in the best mood that day, he'd argued with Diana over whatever, with his dad over something else and then let it continue from there- he could only hope nothing between the two caused any sort of, well..flare up.

Trixie had been pleased with almost everything since the event- she found her stride in modeling, all was well with Matt, and Ava had become slightly less of a bitch. Yet, the closer it came to leaving for Italy, the less she was sure she should go. in classic Trixie fashion, she thought and over thought and then convinced herself it was a bad idea. She had no idea how to tell Matt, but she had to spit it out eventually. She stared blankly at her phone, only snapped out of her reverie by the sound of Matt's voice. She returned the weak smile, settling her phone on the counter. "Uhm- Yes, and no." She said hesitantly. She already knew he wouldn't react well to the conversation, but what was the alternative?

Matt furrowed his brow at Trixies words, feeling his heartbeat raise a little. He sat himself a little across from her, fiddling with the cuff of the sleeve of the hoodie he was wearing, staring down at the floor instead of meeting her eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft. If Matt knew her well enough, it would be about Italy right? Perhaps she was nervous, maybe she didn't want to even go, drop out at the last minute- and not that he would mind much, his parents were more than happy to come down here, But still, he knew it was something to possibly worry about. Trixie was good at communicating her problems with him and vice versa, so for her to keep silent was..a little scary.

Trixie watched him move closer quietly, shifting in her seat so she leaned toward him. She bit her lip as she watched him stare down at the floor, thinking for a moment before she spoke. She didn't know how to phrase it without being blunt, so... she said it bluntly. "I don't think I should go to Italy with you." She voiced hesitantly, her gaze fixed on him intensely. She opened her mouth to attempt to explain more, but nothing seemed to come out.