All Because of A Crash (MatPat x Reader)

Chapter 8: Birthday Dinner

(I am currently in my mom's workplace and I am super bored so here you go!!)
You held the phone tightly to your ear as you waited outside your house, bored out of your mind.
"Matthew hurry uuuuuupppp!!" You whined into the device, switching your weight from one leg to the other; back and fourth.
"Hold on I'm stuck in traffic!" He responded over the honking in the background before hanging up. You'd think he was in the middle of a flock of geese.
You were currently waiting for Matthew to come pick you up and take you to a fancy place for your birthday. He had offered to take you since he was going anyway and refused to take "no" as an answer. The black dress (Above) and black flats weren't helping your discomfort. S/N had arranged a fancy dinner for you and insisted on paying full for the reservation.
Why must everyone I know be so stubborn? You asked in your mind, I guess stubborn minds attract stubborn people. You sighed, rocking back and fourth on your feet and messing with the golden star necklace you had been given from your sister on your tenth birthday. You wore it every year on Y/B/D (Your Birth Date) because of it. It was your favorite piece of jewelry.
You also had curled your hair neatly and beautifully, if you did say so yourself, and put on mascara, blush, and a slightly-darker-than-your-skin-tone eyeshadow. Even though you usually thought you looked horrible, you were pretty confident that you at least looked decent.
HONK HONK!!! The sound roared in your ears and you looked up from your phone. It read 8:35 pm as you saw Matthew's car pull in front of you. The door on the other side opened and closed. A few seconds later, Matthew stepped into view with a simple black suit. His hair was normal, and boy did he look good. Your cheeks felt a little warm.
He froze when he saw you.
MATTHEW'S POINT OF VIEW SAY WHAAAAAT (Again)
I couldn't move. She was just... I couldn't find a word for it. Beautiful? Not enough. Stunning? Still not enough. It was the most amazing thing I could ever see. She's so... so..
"Matthew?" Her voice broke my trance. I shook my head quickly.
"Huh? What?" I responded. Stupid! I criticized myself. You always get distracted by her!
"Are we going to go or what?" She asked. It wasn't rude, just a little impatient. I had been leaving her waiting for a while.
"Oh! Right! The dinner. Heh. Sorry." I mentally facepalmed and turned around, opening the door for her.
(Ps right here- as I'm writing from here on out, im in my bed at home at 1 am. I haven't been able to chill out and write)
NORMAL POINT OF VEIW
You sat down in the car, taking in the usual scent, as Matthew closed the door and got in himself. He hadn't bothered turning off the car, so he drove off immediately. Your thoughts began to wander.
Why was he blushing so much?
He was stuttering a lot, too. How come?
What is with how nervous he seems?
Why does he keep glancing at me?
I'm hungry.. what will I get to eat?
"So.." He broke the silence awkwardly. You tore yourself from your head and looked at his hot-as-all-hell face. "Happy birthday."
You smiled brightly at him, and his cheeks turned a bit pink.
"Thank you!" You squeaked. "So, what did you get me, hm?" You wiggled your eyebrows, but expected him to say he didn't get you anything.
Wrong!
"I got you a present that you will love!" He said happily. "But, you will only get it at the end of the dinner. That is the rule S/N gave."
You groaned in frustration, craning your head back against the seat.
"UGGGHHH!" You let out, "WHYY?!"
He chuckled. "Calm down."
He said the words in a very low voice, the voice a man would use when he was either about to kill someone, or kiss someone, and it was hot. Your heart began racing about fifty miles a second, smacking your chest like an enraged bull against a sheet. Your cheeks pretty much caught on fire.
"You okay?" He asked suddenly, "Your cheeks are like.. redder than the logo on all your posters." (the logo I am speaking of is the VoicePlay logo. It has a picture of a bright red like.. throat thing. Very weird when you explain it, but it is red, okay?)
"Yeah.." Your voice was a bit high pitched, "Im fine.." You sunk yourself lower into the seat, trying to hide yourself from his beautiful-ness. (IT IS A THING I JUST MADE IT UP) Your face was just.. so red it didn't even resemble a human being any more.
Yet, even in your current state, you could still just barely hear Matthew's whisper:
"You are so adorable.."
(OH MY GOD IT IS SO BAD!! DONT EVEN TRY TO TELL ME THIS IS GOOD IT IS SO BAD!! I tried really hard but earlier I was annoyed and right now I am tired and shit.. There will be a part two of this, obviously because of the title and shit and more shit and fucking hell I am drunk on ceaser salad and sleepiness and I need to publish this so you guys don't kill me so HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT!)