forelsket || starkid oneshots

Talented || Jon Matteson

Because I didn't want to replace anyone in the show, I made up some new characters for you to play! Also, I adore Jon Matteson so this book will have so much Jon content. Also, this one kinda sucks, but who cares, it's Starkid content.

WC: 1270

Rehearsals for The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals were in full swing by now. I was happy being part of the ensemble, even if I kinda wanted to play Lauren's role. Not because I was jealous for Lauren getting a lead- no, she absolutely deserved it- but because her character, Emma, was a low-key love interest for Paul, Jon's character.

Jon and I had kind of become the biggest "will they, won't they?" in Starkid history, but we didn't let the others know that we knew that. I had met Jon back in high school, and we had kept in contact since then. He had come to every Starkid show I had been in, and I had gone to everything he'd been in.

We were each other's biggest supporters and loved each other unconditionally. I was just afraid that his love for me was strictly platonic. I had auditioned for Emma when I knew Jon was trying out for Paul. I had hoped we'd get to play the love interests, and maybe be honest about our feelings with each other. But instead, I was in the ensemble, playing a few different characters, like Lottie and Patrice. Lottie had a few scenes with Paul, and those were always my favourite.

Everyone commented on Jon and I's natural chemistry, especially Nick, and some had even mentioned that they wished they could have that kind of chemistry with someone. We always liked to joke that we hated each other, but I doubted if that would ever be truly possible.

This rehearsal, we were running the whole show, just to make sure we'd be at least mostly prepared by the infamous tech week. We had just finished the opening number, so I was busy backstage, changing from my Patrice costume into my Lottie costume. I had a fair amount of time to change, just the opening scene with Paul, Bill and Charlotte and the beginning of the Beanies scene.

"Now move your ass, you've got a line." That was my cue to go on, joining Lauren behind the counter set. I patted her on the back, a sympathetic look on my face.

"Don't let them get to you, Ems." I smiled, walking to the coffee machine, Lauren pulling a sour expression from behind me.

"Uh, yeah, I got an easy one for you. Just a cup of black coffee," Jon spoke, and from just his expressions, I could tell how much Paul cared from Emma. I knew it because that's how Jon looked at me. My thoughts drifted to me and Jon, as he and Lauren said their respective lines. But I couldn't think about Jon and me right now, I had a line.

"Hey, Paul," I said, drawing out the end of Paul's name. Lottie happened to be very much in love with Paul. "Here's your coffee. Black, as usual." I smiled, a dopey, love-sick look on my face. If only I was acting a little bit more.

"Uh, thanks, Dottie?"

"It's... Lottie." I said as Lauren and I rolled the set off stage. Hopefully, that scene would earn a laugh and maybe some sympathy from the audience. Anything to not let the audience see how sad that line actually made me.

It sounded stupid, but the moment I read that line, my childish fear of Jon forgetting or ignoring me had come back. And I knew I absolutely could not live with that.

***

The final scene came to a close, everyone reaching out maliciously towards Lauren, who screamed and panicked on the ground. As the final note played, we stopped to catch our breaths, before talking about how well of a run that had been. There had been almost no mistakes, except for when I had to run on stage for my cue, and my costume was only partly on because it had gotten caught in my hair.

After a bit more discussion about the run, and a final run of choreography, we were allowed to go home. Jon and I lived together, which was honestly the best decision we had ever made. As we left the building, our hands brushed against each other and I had to stop myself from turning bright red.

"You were really amazing today, Y/N/N." Jon broke the silence between us, and I smiled up at him.

"You were too! You always are."

"You are too sweet, Y/N. What would I do without you?" Jon draped his arm across my shoulder, pulling me closer. You'd think after so many years I'd be accustomed to Jon being close to me, but I always felt like a boy-crazy teen girl when he did stuff like this.

I was utterly, entirely whipped.

"You wouldn't be here without me, Matty, and you know that." I lent into his side, smiling. He laughed softly, which made me smile wider, knowing I could still make him laugh and smile all these years later.

"I know that very well. Now, I don't know about you, but I am extremely tired and I would like to rest before tech week." He swung open the car door on my side, like the gentleman he was. The gentleman that also happened to be a massive pain in my ass when he wanted to. And he wanted to now, as he switched on the car stereo, picking out the AVPM soundtrack, where I had covered Jaime's parts because she had been sick.

Jon knew I hated hearing my own voice, but he claimed that it was gorgeous, and he could listen to it for hours. He specifically put on Not Alone, as it was his favourite. As I hid my face in my hands, I saw the smirk on his face as he drove.

"Stop acting like you're not the most talented person I know." He laughed, and I raised my head to look at him, incredulously.

"You know Jaime Lyn Beatty, Joey Richter and Lauren Lopez and you're saying I'm the most talented? I think you might be losing your mind, Matteson." I disregarded the fact that I knew them too and had for much longer than he had.

"Yep. And you're not gonna change my mind." The song had switched from Not Alone to Going Back to Hogwarts to Harry, and I continued to slide down in my seat out of embarrassment.

"Please, change your mind and the music, Matty. If I hear one more note come out of my own voice I might just crash this car." I groaned, as Jon pulled up to our home. Finally, the music stopped, and I sighed in relief.

"You're an asshole, yknow?" I tried to be serious, but I could never not smile around Jon. He knew this and smiled back to make me break even more.

"You love me, Y/N."

"You don't even know how right you are..." I muttered to myself, grabbing my bag and starting to head inside.

Turning around, I saw Jon frozen in the driveway, the keys on the ground. He was staring at me, wide-eyed. Fuck, he had heard me, hadn't he? I timidly walked back to him, scared for what was about to happen.

"Please tell me that means what I think it means..." Where the first words to leave his mouth when I placed my hand on his cheek. Looking into each other's eyes, we had a mutual agreement of our next actions, both leaning in until we were almost right against each other.

"I think you know it does."

And the tiny gap was gone.