A/N: So, I really hoped you guys enjoyed reading the last chapter as much as I liked writing it. These characters…they have minds of their own and I don't even know what's going to happen. So, eh. With that, on to the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I have never and will never own 'Haunting In Connecticut'. I'm simply…borrowing Matt and Jonah. ;)

Chapter 3

Matt sighed once again and flipped the television off.

It was hopeless, he had decided. Tanner Stevens was not interested in spending any time with him. In fact, since their parents had become friends, the taller boy had avoided him like the Black Plague. And what's worse is Matt didn't even know what he had done wrong.

He tried talking to his mom about what was happening but her only response was to tell him to give it some time…That Tanner would come around eventually. He seriously doubted it.

It hurt him. Even worse than the cancer did.

He had to watch the other boy grin and laugh with his siblings, his blue eyes dancing with mischief. And when he tried to join in the conversation, Tanner's face fell and he made an excuse to go do whatever. Nobody else but Matt saw it.

What hurt even more than that…Tanner was getting closer and closer to his cousin. He would go out of his way to make her blush and giggle. Whisper in her ear every now and then. It made Matt physically sick to watch it happen. He wanted to run.

"Why are you so happy?" he grumbled as Wendy walked through the door.

She just grinned at him and stole a cupcake from the tray in front of him. "Tanner…He just asked me out to dinner." Her grin was brighter than the sun and her blush was a soft pink. If it had been anyone else she was talking to, they would've grinned right along with her and congratulated her. But not Matt.

A large butcher knife was stabbed into the wooden cutting board in frustration. Wendy blinked at him, eyes wide.

"Why…How could you do this to me, Wendy?" he asked, voice shaky, frame tense.

"Do what, exactly…?" her eyes held confusion and maybe a little fear as they flickered from Matt to the knife in the wood and back.

"It's him…It's Jonah…" he turned and collapsed back against the counter, sliding down the smooth surface to sit on the floor. He curled into himself, anger and jealousy and hurt swirling through him.

Wendy just gaped at him from above.

"Blue eyes. He had sea blue eyes that were always full of emotion…Mischief."

He swallowed hard, remembering. Wendy sighed from above before moving to sit down beside him. He reached for her hand for comfort – for something to hold on to – and neither of them said a word for a few minutes.

"Come with me to dinner." His cousin finally spoke, head leaning against his shoulder, "It'll be an opportunity to get close to him. To try to make him remember."

He knew it was a bad idea, and he really was going to say no to her offer.

Honestly.

But the thought of being so close to him…To be able to see blue eyes up close and that gorgeous smile. He nodded, opting to stay silent, squeezing Wendy's hand gently.

She smiled softly.

"Don't worry, Matty. It'll all work out in the end, I promise."

A/N: Ergh. Okay, so I had to have a little angst in here. Like I said, these characters have minds of their own, so when they decide to stop being idiots and fall in love with each other…I can write it out. I hope this chapter isn't too horrible. . Reviews…are love. :3