“Okay Smith, don’t screw this up.” Matt Smith paced across the floor of his flat. In an hour and a half he was due to run with the Olympic torch and he was terrified. They actually asked him, clumsy Matt ‘drunk giraffe’ Smith, to carry a lit torch and trusted him to not trip and ruin it all? Mad, the lot of them.
“You’re gonna wear a hole in the carpet mate.” Matt froze and turned towards his open door, only to come face-to-face with Arthur.
“Thought you were in New York.” Matt smiled. Thrilled to see his best mate again. Arthur laughed and stepped inside, about to reply when he was cut off by another person Matt didn’t expect.
“Oi!” Karen marched in, grinning like a loon. “How’s it going Smith?”
Matt laughed, “Oh you know, same old thing. Running with a flame in a bit.”
“Just keep calm darling.” Alex appeared in the doorway and Matt almost lost his cool. They were all here. His friends. All smiling at him with pride. Karen broke the moment of course, and launched herself across the room, hugging Matt tightly. Alex and Arthur were more subtle but still held onto him with the same amount of joy and love.
“We’ll be watching.” Arthur said.
“And cheering,” Karen added.
“And we’ll have a coffee ready for you when you get back here.” Alex finished, kissing Matt’s cheek before they pulled away.
“Now go out there and show everyone that you don’t always trip over flat surfaces.”
Matt playfully glared, “Oh no Kaz, wouldn’t dream of taking away your speciality.”
Karen frowned and then smiled, “Go on you. Do us proud.”
Matt walked towards the door and turned around to face them once more. He held up his hand, nodded and then left. With his friends watching from the window, he walked towards the starting point, knowing that they’d be cheering him on. And that’s all he needed.