A/N: Yeah yeah I know I should be finishing Coffee, not starting a new fanfiction but I PROMISE I AM OK? Anyways, here take this garbage PaRappa X Matt fanfic I'm gonna be making. Who knows, maybe I'll finish this one? o" Other chapters will be longer than this one I just wrote it in a day and wanted to finish before bed (aka midnight good job candycorn!)
There is swearing in this fic but for now it's all ages! FOR NOW!
Looking across the room, Matt chewed on his bottom lip. On one hand, he could come out to everybody and ask him out, but on the other hand he could stay in the safety of his closet. Or, coffin really. It was getting a bit stuffy so to speak. But to shut up with the metaphors for now, Matt was having trouble. He sighed and stared at the back of PaRappa's head, spacing out and leaning on his right hand while pretending to take notes with the other. In reality, he was doodling PaRappa. He adjusted his eyes to another part of the room for a moment to catch a glance of Katy glaring at him. His face flushed and he smiled awkwardly before looking away from her and out the window.
Rain hit the glass softly and ran down the glass like racehorses, each one either growing in size or getting smaller until there was nothing left. Matt found himself falling into the habit of picking two drops of rain and rooting for one to go down first. He remember back when him, PJ, and PaRappa where little kids, and they would race raindrops while PJ slept. That was, of course, before PaRappa got a girlfriend and PJ got distracted by music stuff. Now Matt mostly floated between friend groups, not really having a place. He was okay with it though, not like there was anything he could do about it.
He was jolted out of his lame, somber thoughts by the ringing of the final bell, essentially freeing the class and causing most of them to pour out of the classroom. Matt hung behind everyone else, picking up his doodles of PaRappa and crumpling them in his hand. He sighed and put his binder under his arm, tossing the doodles into the recycling on his way out.
He was walking down the hallways, avoiding swarms of screaming teenagers and hall monitors. He ducked under some Seniors and opened his locker, struggling with the combination. When he managed to get it open, the threw all his stuff haphazardly into a backpack and pulled one of the almost broken straps over his shoulder. He turned to be almost nose to nose with Katy. She stood with her paws on her hips, tail swaying back and forth behind her.
"H- Hey K…" He tried to move around her but she grabbed his black hoodie sleeve. Matt swallowed and gave her a half smile. "What's up?"
"Matt, you're a legendary asshole. You stand me up last night and then I catch you giving Mr. Rappy the googly heart eyes. Honestly, people are gonna think your… Y'know…" she leaned in close and whispered into his ear. "Gay…" she frowned.
Matt adjusted his bag strap and felt his fur grow a little damp. "W- What are you talking about. I was staring at the wall behind PaRappa…"
Katy rolled her eyes. "And that wall is right where his ass is? Look all I'm saying is if you don't want people to think, don't stand me up. Okay?"
Matt just nodded and passed her. That was close. On his way out of the school, he passed PaRappa, who was pulling a book bag out of his locker and slinging it over his shoulder over his backpack. He decided to fall in step with the shorter dog and talk to him a bit.
"Hey man." Matt nodded at him. PaRappa looked up with sparkling brown eyes and beamed.
"Oh hey Matt! What's up?"
Matt scratched the back of his neck. "Oh you know… Nothing much. Just been hanging around."
"I heard you stood Katy up last night." Matt jolted and stared at PaRappa.
"W- What do you mean? Where did you hear that?"
"Peej. Rumors spread fast when he's around, huh?"
Matt cursed the DJ for a moment before sighing. "Yeah, it does. I did stand her up, but that's in the past."
PaRappa seemed to think for a moment, biting his tongue so it poked out of his mouth. After a bit, he spoke up. "Do you like her?"
Matt looked down at PaRappa. He was thinking hard about something. He thought for a second. "As a friend, I guess. I might just be looking for distractions from-" the words got away from him before he could think. "Anyways, why? Do you?"
"N- not really. I was just wondering. You seem distant lately. Haven't had a girl in a while. I was worried about you."
Matt blushed a little and smiled. "Aww you care about me! How sweet!" He feigned flattery and held his hand to his chest. PaRappa pushed him and giggled a little.
"Oh shut up!"
Matt laughed along with him. He put his hands in his pockets and looked to the row of lockers they passed before reaching the doors. "Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today, maybe play some video games. It's been a while, hasn't it?" PaRappa nodded, fiddling with his beanie.
"I can have you over to my place, no one will be home for a while." he shrugged.
Matt grinned. "Sweet! Well, we should get going then…" He opened the door for PaRappa and the two of them stepped into the slight drizzle and started walking to his house. They caught up a bit, making small chit-chat and talking. The whole time Matt was nervous he was gonna slip up and come out to PaRappa somehow. He didn't want to do that, especially if he asked how Matt knew. That would be hard to answer, considering his crush on PaRappa was how.
They walked in the sheer rain down the block and turned right until they stopped in front of the pastel yellow two story with the bushes in the front. There was a pot of flowers on the front porch, which was strange to Matt because he never took PaRappa's family as the gardening type. He climbed up some moldy, brown steps that creaked under his weight and waited for PaRappa to unlock the front door.
The door opened to a hallway, and branching off the hallway to the left was a kitchen/dining area, and to the right was the living room. PaRappa went straight forward to the stairs, Matt close behind. They climbed up to his friend's room and set their stuff on the floor.
Sitting on his friends bed, Matt looked around the room. PaRappa had shelves lined with records, notebooks, and CD cases, as well as figurines and band merch. A signed George Woofsky poster hung on the door, that Matt was pretty sure had been there for years.
The carpet was still worn and frayed, maybe even more so, but there were still stains all over. Cups littered PaRappa's desk, which was covered in papers and pencils and the waste bin was overflowing at this point.
The smaller dog was looking at a shelf before turning back to Matt. "I got the new rhythm heaven game for my DS… I was gonna play it today but you can play it with me?" He held up a new cartridge case and grinned. Matt scooted back on his bed and lay down, looking at the plastic, glow in the dark stars littering the ceiling. "Sounds good." he smiled at the stars again. He remembered getting those for PaRappa's tenth birthday.
PaRappa hopped onto the small twin bed next to him, and Matt blushed. He was so close that he could reach an arm out and hold the smaller boy close to him. He didn't of course. That would have been gay. He sighed and sat up a little, shoulder brushing PaRappa's. Looking at the screen of the dog's small orange DS, he felt giddy. He was so close to his friend he could feel the warmth radiating off of him and it made him feel safe and warm.
He didn't realize PaRappa was talking. "... this level first?"
Shaking his head Matt smiled apologetically. "Sorry, what was that?"
"I said do you want to play this level first?"
"O-oh! Sure!" he smiled and looked at the screen, but he really wanted to look at PaRappa. They played the game for a bit, humming along and doing little shoulder dances. It was all fun and games until Matt turned his head to look at PaRappa while laughing his face off and they made eye contact. His shorter friend was sitting, knees pulled up to rest the DS on, red faced and panting. His eyes were sparkling and Matt found himself staring at them as he tried to catch his breath. He wasn't thinking as him and PaRappa leaned in, lips a little parted. He wasn't thinking as their lips met, and the game was completely forgotten. He wasn't thinking as he pulled away quickly, and with his ears ringing apologized and grabbed his bag, leaving with a brief apology and tears welling in his eyes. He didn't think until the house was out of sight, when he realized he'd just kissed PaRappa.
