(A/N: LET ME PUT YOU ONNNNN THIS SONGGG ... THIS SONG. THATS ALL I HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE)
Today is my last day of classes, and the day I get my grades from my finals. Then tomorrow we head for LA. I wait nervously outside alongside my friends for grades to be posted.
The boys don't seem to care much, but I do. "Grades are up!", Eleanor announces. I quickly refresh the page on my phone, and see a beautiful row of straight A's. "All A's",I announce. "All A's and one B", Nick says. "Same here." Eleanor says. I look to Matt, who's still looking at his phone when a less than pleased expression. "I'm gonna be late for class", Matt mutters, getting up from his seat and walking off. I get up, and follow behind him. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"Can't you leave me alone for five seconds?" He groans.
"Stop having an attitude. What's wrong?"
He stops in his tracks, turning to me. "Sorry." He apologizes. "Look.." he hands me his phone, and I look over his grades. They're not very good.. at all. "It's music classes. How does someone fail music?!", He exclaims. "You didn't fail. You got D's", I say. "Which means I'll have to retake the classes." He states.
"Well yes but-"
"But nothing!" He raises his voice. "I wouldn't expect little miss straight A's to understand", I lift my brow at him, unimpressed.
"Oh so we're name calling now?" I ask sarcastically. "Okay Mr. creepy dark cemetery boy."
"Stop", He laughs. "No let's keep this going. I have more! I quite like asshole", I smirk. "Oh and Mr. fuck anything that moves!"
"Yeah alright I'm kind of being a dick." He says. "Kind of?" I say and he smirks. "Seriously though, I need to get to my last class", He says, and kisses my cheek quickly before walking away.
What was that about? Since when does he do that?
❀Matt's POV❀
What the fuck. What the actual fuck.
Who does that? Who just kisses someone's cheek like that what the fuck? I haven't stopped thinking about it since it happened. I'm going to be forever traumatized from that. I'm supposed to be packing, but instead I'm panicking because I feel like I creeped her out.
I probably did.
She's going to hate me now.
Nick walks in my room and I throw my last few things into my suit case before closing it. "So should I get three rooms or are you and Iris sharing?" He asks and I laugh. "I'm not with Iris", I say.
"I don't do relationships. You know this." "I don't know anything anymore. She was my friend and now all of the sudden you two are off doing who knows what all the time",He mutters.
"Are you jealous Nicolas?", I ask with a laugh, but he doesn't even crack a smile. "Yes." He nods.
"Serious?" I ask. "Yes. You're my friend not hers. And she's my friend not yours. So unless you two are fucking or going on dates I want to be included!" He states. "Alright mate, I've got ya." I nod. I pull out my phone, sending Iris a quick text.
Matt: Nick needs your attention he's feeling left out.
Princess (Iris): I'm on it.
I sit and play video games with Nicolas for a while, enjoying that he kind of sucks at them.
I let him win a few rounds to make him feel better, even though it's so annoying how he rubs it in my face.
"Best friend!!" I hear Iris call as the front door shuts.
"Oh that's me!", Nicolas says happily, setting down his controller and running out to the living room.
I follow out behind him, and she holds up a plate to him. "Double chocolate fudge brownies", She says. "Have I told you that you're my favorite?" He asks, taking the plate. "Many times." She giggles.
That's so cute.. she made him brownies. She's always so thoughtful and shows people how much she cares.
They sit on the sofa and start eating the brownies while I walk into the kitchen and grab some beers for Nick and I. I walk back in, and hand one to Nick. Iris looks over, and glares.
"Just assume I don't want one?" She asks. "You don't need one." I state. "Oh come on im not a child!", She exclaims and I sit down, ignoring her protests. "Well I don't think you're a child", Nick says, and hands her his beer.
She stands up, wiggling the bottle in front of me with a grin. "You can't stop meeee", She pesters. She lifts the bottle to her lips, taking a large gulp.
This girl drives me fucking insane. "You're a pain in my ass you know that?" I say. "Yup." She smiles. Looks like I won't be drinking too much tonight, I need to make sure she stays safe.
A couple hours pass, and I continually pull drinks away from Iris because much like me, she doesn't know when to stop. She'd keep going until she blacked out if I'd let her. "You know what I think?" Nick asks drunkenly as he sits upside down on the couch, his feet kicking in the air. "What?" Iris asks. "I think you like girls, I mean- you've got two handsome fellas right here and you haven't made a move on either of us." He explains. "I've kissed Matt!" She corrects.
"No he kissed you and it was fake", Nick says. "Well fine-" Quickly Iris's hands grab my face, pulling me in to a deep and messy kiss. I should probably pull away.. but I don't want to.. she feels too good, her lips are too soft and her hands on my face are so warm. My hand tangles in her hair, pulling a bit.
She tastes so good.. "Grosss!" Nick groans, and I pull away from her to see he has his hands covering his eyes. "I'm traumatized!" Nick runs out the front door dramatically, and Iris jumps up, running out behind him. Or more so stumbling. "Jesus Christ." I mutter to myself, getting up and walking out the door.
I see them laying in the front yard, and I smile when I see Iris pointing out the stars. Something about her just makes everything she does wholesome. "Alright guys come on, we've got a flight to catch in the morning." I say. "I'm gonna go play COD", Nicolas says. "If it will get you in bed then fine." I mutter, grabbing his hand to help him up. Nick stumbles only slightly into the house, and now I turn my attention to the drunken girl who's now trying to stand but failing miserably. "Come on love."
I put my hands out, grabbing hers to support her weight. "I don't feel very good", She mumbles. "I know, let's get to bed." I say.
I help her inside and into my room. I then give her some water to hopefully dull the crappy hangover she will have in the morning. I sit down on the bed, and Iris crawls over to me and straddles my lap. Her big eyes look into mine as her fingers glide through my hair. I'm not sure what's happening.. but I don't want it to stop. "What are you thinking about pretty girl?" I ask. "Our kiss", She answers. "It was good." My hands rest on her hips, my fingers making contact with her skin which causes her to get goosebumps.
I didn't realize I affected her like that. "Kiss me again", She says just above a whisper. "You're drunk Iris." I remind her. She frowns, resting her forehead against mine. "But you give me butterflies", She mumbles.
Just like she's giving me butterflies right now... I've never felt that with a girl before.
This is all so new.
She's so cute and sweet.. even drunk. "Well you tell those butterflies to settle down and if they're still around tomorrow then I'll kiss you. Deal?" I smile, knowing she won't even remember all of this tomorrow. "Deal." She nods, and climbs off my lap which leaves me feeling weirdly empty. She pulls me to lay down with her, and rests her head on my chest. I do something very unnatural to me, and pull her in, holding her in my arms as we fall asleep.
