"Matthew, you doing anything tonight?" His best friend, [first] [last], asked.
"N-no. I was just thinking of relaxing tonight, since school's been so hectic this past week," he said quietly.
"Well, you have plans now. Gilbert's having a party, and I don't want to go alone since Elizabeta cancelled on me," [first] said excitedly.
The art teacher cast an annoyed look at the pair, but didn't say a word because [first] was the pinnacle of artistic abilities. All around the room, both genders gave looked disapprovingly at them. Matthew Williams, the quieter one of the pair, was always overlooked by his peers while [first] was the opposite actually. She was Miss Popularity among the students. Though one might think that popularity and a high social status might transform a person for the worst, it didn't work that way with [first]. Matthew kept her grounded and she stood up for him when he was being neglected. It worked well actually. Though most of the boys were eyeing the her, and most of the girls glanced at her enviously, [first] honestly couldn't care less, since Art was the one class she had with her best friend, Matthew Williams.
"Well, I'm not sure about-" he began, but was quickly cut off by [first].
"Aww, come on Mattie. It'll be fun. How about this: if we go for an hour, then we can go back to my place and have a Netflix marathon. How does that sound?" [first] suggested, her [e/c] eyes gleaming.
He sighed and shook his head. "Deal, but only for an hour. Okay?"
She giggled like a child and gave him a high-five.
"Williams, [last]. Get back to work. There's still much to do to prepare for the upcoming dance," A voice called out to them from the front of the Art room. Their teacher, a woman of short stature and quite the aptitude talent for art, was glaring daggers at them with her honey colored eyes. She referred to the huge project that [first] agreed to take on all by herself, claiming it was no problem for the Student Council president.
"Yeah, Yeah. We'll be right on it, Ms. Ral*".

The music was blasting loud, and Matthew was miserable. He kept his head down ever since he arrived at Gilbert's party, hand in hand with [first]. She, of course, was mingling with other people while he stood at the fringes of the huge living room, pretending to be content with solitude. He sighed and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose to where they sat comfortably. Most people were awed at his eye color, which happened to be a soothing shade of violent, but [first] occasionally forgot that his eye color was abnormal, and found normalcy within his caring looks that he often shot her way in Art.
Just as he checked his watch, [first] slung her arm around his shoulder, and she planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. Perplexed at her display of affection, he blushed a bright shade of pink.
"Aww, Mattie, you look so cute flustered," she teased, her own cheeks flushed a bit, but not from embarrassment. Someone loudly coughed, but she only continued doting on Matthew. "Look, I know that I broke our promise and that we stayed 30 minutes too long, but we can leave now, and to make it up to you, we can marathon Supernatural for the rest of the night."
"S-sure. Sounds like a plan," he whispered, still staring at the floor.
She grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the front door. People stared at the two as they tried to maneuver through the sea of people, but that sea dissipated and the music was lowered to a quiet hum.
"You can't deny your feelings for me, [first]. I know we'll end up together," A guy with golden hair called to her. A seductive smirk was plastered on his face, and his sky blue eyes gleamed.
"Never in my life, Bonnefoy," [first] jeered, her [e/c] eyes blazing with intense emotion.
"We'll see about that-" Francis began, but [first] interrupted him.
"Whatever. I'm out, bitches," she said as she turned her back on the flirt.
She gripped Matthew's wrist with an iron grasp and didn't loosen it until they got to her [f/c] colored car.
The ride back was tense, needless to say. Matthew asked many questions about her argument with Francis Bonnefoy, one of their school's top ranking guys in the social system. Since [first] was pretty much at the top of the social pyramid, he figured that it was only natural for them to end up together, but she insisted that she was better off single since her friend, Elizabeta, had told her about how he was just about one-night stands. Upon hearing those words, she vowed that she'd never end up with him, due to his unfaithfulness.

[first] and Matthew were currently curled up in a fortress of blankets, watching Supernatural. [first] had been the one to find the show on Netflix, after hours upon hours of internet surfing, and thus she grew a strong attachment to the show and its main characters; the Winchester brothers. She brought up the show many times until Matthew gave into his curiosity. From that moment on, he too developed a slight obsession with the show.
At the moment, the two were on the season 3 finale, and they were down to the last minutes. Matthew tightly clutched the fuzzy [f/c] blanket, and [first] was smirking since she knew what happened at the end. The surprise at the end caught Matthew off guard, and he just looked at [first] with a blank stare.
"Please don't tell me that's how it ends!" he exclaimed rather quietly.
"Nope. Season 4's up next. Want to start it?" She asked, putting emphasis on the 'p' in 'nope'.
"Nah. I should go home," he said as he stretched his arms and yawned as a cat would before falling asleep.
He untangled himself as well as [first] from their giant cocoon of blankets and he ruffled her [h/l] [h/c] hair. She laughed and swatted his hand away, only to mess up his wavy, golden hair.
He opened his mouth to say something else, but decided against it, since those words could either make or break his relationship with [first]. While he was busy contemplating, he didn't realize what [first] was doing until he felt her soft lips on his. He scrunched up his nose and arched both of his eyebrows in confusion; never in five million years did he think that [first] would return his feelings.

"What was that for?" He stammered, blushing about five shades of red.
"I kissed you because I like you, dummy," She laughed.
"I-I get that part, but I never thought that you'd return my feelings for you," He admitted.
"Really? I thought you'd never return my feelings. It seems as though we're both wrong, huh," she said as she locked [e/c] eyes with violet ones.
"W-why wouldn't I like you? You're outgoing, smart, creative, and ambitious. All of those are valuable traits, and the way you deal with an intense situation is another reason I like you," He whispered shyly, blood rushing to his cheeks.
Content with her answer, she placed another kiss on his cheek. "W-would you like to be my date to the dance, [first]?" He said, relief flooding his voice. "Of course, Mattie. Of course."