((Yea I’m not sure what this is, but I spent my entire day writing it, so I hope you enjoy! :) ))
Matt walked back into his house after his first date with Matthew, which despite it’s first awkwardness, had actually gone quite well, or at least he thought so. Matthew had this sort of rambally style of talking and when combined with nervous fidgeting and his young, almost naive features, he once again found the only word to describe it was cute. He liked the blush he earned whenever he complimented him, and he was pleasantly surprised by the almost fanatical devotion they seemed to share with hockey and maple flavoured concoctions. Not to mention the adorableness that ensued when he slipped into French without realizing it, because unlike Matt’s French, which had this sort of country tint that was barely understandable, Matthew’s French was smooth and lyrical, almost Parisian in a way. “Your date went well I take it?” said an annoyingly American voice, snapping him out of his thoughts. He turned and saw Al leaning against the stairwell, his reddish brown fallen over his eyes and his weird nailed in baseball bat perched on his shoulder. “What are you talking about?” he asked, resisting the urge to smash his face in. This urge came on a lot when he was around Al, something about his arrogant attitude and constant pleading for his attention just rubbed him the wrong way. “Well first of all, you’re smiling, which almost never happens unless it’s something good and second of all.” he said, pulling out a familiar paper from his pocket and grinning his missing tooth grin. The reason for that of course being the one time he hadn’t resisted the urge to smash his face in. “You left a note for Dad, which I took the liberty of moving.” “You asshole.” he said, his hand tightening into a fist as he began walking over to him. “You know how Pere gets when people leave without telling him! He’s going to fre-” But his sentence was cut off as the British father in question entered the room, looking so brokenly worried it made Matt sad. “Matt?” he said upon seeing him, running over and jumping into his arms, forcing him to catch him before he fell. “Matt I was so worried that you had left and weren’t coming back like your mother and why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?!” he sobbed in his shoulder. Matt awkwardly patted his back and tried to comfort the Brit as he nuzzled him. “Shh Pere you know I wouldn’t do that. I’m sorry I forgot to tell you my date was today.” he said, sending a glare to his brother that screamed you are so so dead for this. Al just watched the scene with amusement, giving him a mock salute before scampering off to wherever he hung out. No one quite knew where it was.
After reassuring his father that he’d tell him when he was leaving in future, Matt went up to his room and sat on the bed, opening the laptop on his lap and pulling out the sheet of paper with Matthew’s skype name on it. He sent the friend request and was almost instantly met with a yes, and decided to send him a message.
Mooses-and-Maple: hey chickadee
Mapleblogger11: Hello Matt! :)
Mooses-and-Maple: how are you
Mapleblogger11: Good! My mother won’t stop teasing me about the date though, and my brother is getting all protective, as per usual. It’s funny since he doesn’t see me half the time, but that’s Alfred for you. What about you?
Mooses-and-Maple: i’m fine. resisting the urge to kill my brother for worrying my Pere. he’s got enough to deal with without his bullshit.
Mapleblogger11: I’m sorry to hear that, I hope he feels better now! My brother’s annoying but he doesn’t really mean it. A bit oblivious really. Brothers, love them and hate them.
Mooses-and-Maple: amen.
They kept talking about their brothers for a while, and he learned his name was Alfred, he loved hamburgers, basketball and anything he considered American. They moved on to favorite animals, Matt’s was the moose of course, and Mattie’s was the polar bear. When it came to sports they both agreed hockey was the best, though Matthew conceded that basketball wasn’t half bad either. The weirdest thing had to be something they’d do if they suddenly became rich, which Matthew said without hesitation that he’d fill a pool with maple syrup and swim around in it. All in all, it was small talk, the kind he usually hated, but with Matthew he found he didn’t mind. He wanted him to know more about him, to see past the wall he stupidly built around himself, though it wasn’t all fake. He knew he wasn’t a likeable guy, he was too silent, too lost in his own thoughts, too blunt about everything. But Matthew didn’t seem to be put off by it, and it felt… nice. Like he was finally being accepted by someone other than family. It also didn’t hurt that his responses were all so goddamn cute, with their heavy use of emoticons and optimistic view on life. It was a stark contrast to the world of his thoughts, always so melancholy, or the strange blurriness of the high, but it wasn’t an unwelcome one. He yawned as he looked over at the clock, it was nearly midnight now, so he wrapped it up with Mattie with the promise that he’d find his webcam so they could talk face to face.
The next few weeks they kept skyping back and, sometimes video, sometimes not, and they even managed to meet up again for another date, where they watched some horror movie he barely remembered, not that he minded, because the ‘scary’ scenes had kept Matthew in his arms the whole time, the fucking adorable bugger. The only thing that bugged him was that Mattie was always doing things, like volunteering at soup kitchens or watching his brother play (American) football, so sometimes he found himself sitting at his desk, eating maple ice cream and waiting for a reply, but he couldn’t answer because he wasn’t there. He wasn’t mad at him, it wasn’t his fault after all, plus when he did come back, he apologized profusely all flustered and cute like.
One Wednesday, while he was cutting his hair with a knife, since the scissors were useless in getting through the unsightly mop, he heard the sound of Matthew calling him on skype. He rushed out of the bathroom, not that he’d ever admit it, barely managing to catch it. “Hey chickadee.” he said, trying to maintain his cool attitude. “Uh hey Matt! How are you?” He shrugged, even though his camera was off and he couldn’t see him. “ ‘m alright. Any particular reason you’re calling? Not that I mind of course.” he said, cutting off the last tricky strand as he did so. He looked over at the screen, where a nervous and fidgety Matthew was looking at the camera and unconsiously running his hand through his hair. He was obviously trying to say something and he finally blurted out, “I… Matt what exactly…. are we?” He didn’t even pause before replying, “Well I figured we were boyfriends at this point….” He regretted the words as he saw his jaw drop and his amythest eyes grow wide, his face turning as bright red as the hoodies he wore so much. “Er, unless you don’t want to…” “No, no I do!” he said, obviously trying to compose himself. “I was just worried you didn’t want to…” he admitted, looking away. Matt chuckled. “You’re really cute when you get all nervous you know.” And all the time, he mentally added. “T-Thanks.” he stammered out, and Matt thought it best to give him some time to reorientate himself. “Well I actually have to go to bed soon, got work tomorrow. But there’s a hockey game this weekend, if you want to come with me? Just text me your address and I can pick you up.” “Sounds good.” he said, and Matt smiled to himself. “Night chickadee.” he said, and clicked the red phone symbol. He got up and placed the laptop on his desk, heading back to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He suddenly felt amazingly happy as his brain realized what just happened. “I have a boyfriend.” he said, and the Matt in the mirror grinned.
