You wrapped your arms around his neck, as he deepened the kiss. He gripped your waist firmly, and you started running your fingers through his hair. You felt his tongue gently lick your lips, politely asking for entrance, you gladly let him in, and he shyly explored your mouth.

You continued to run your fingers through his hair, accidentally brushing his curl. He quickly pulled back. "D-don't do that," he panted.

"Do what?" you questioned, brushing his curl again.

He let out a small "Ah," and closed his eyes. You looked up to where your hands were positioned, and smirked at your discovery. "Mattie, does me touching your curl turn you on?" He blushed and looked down at the tiled bathroom floor. "I guess that answers my question," you laughed.

"It's n-not funny," he said. "It's a real problem, especially when I get my hair cut…"

You snickered and started to think.

"Tell me Matthew, that cowlick Alfred has, does it do the same thing?"

He gave a slight nod. "I see, well now I know what to use against him when he tries to hug me." You smiled and you and Matthew walked out of the bathroom, and back to the party.

The rest of the time you spent there wasn't bad at all. Nobody dared to touch you after what Matthew did, and you were able to have decent conversations with many interesting people.

Around midnight most of the people had either gone home, or were passed out drunk in the middle of the floor. You were on the couch dozing in and out. You could hear the music in the background, and were slowly nodding, until finally you passed out, and were sound asleep.

You woke up what seemed like moments later tucked into your bed. You groaned and sat up. You were still wearing your dress, but your shoes were off and you were covered with a certain red sweatshirt with a white maple leaf. You smiled to yourself and looked over at your clock. It read 3:47 A.M. You got out of bed, and changed into pajamas, which consisted of fleece pants, and a tank top. You were walking to your kitchen to grab a glass of water, when you noticed the light was on in there. You peeked your head around the corner to check and see if it was a robber. One could never be too careful in uncertain times. You looked over at your stove and realized it was only Matthew.

Wait, what was he doing here? You walked into the kitchen and cleared your throat. He turned around, startled by your sudden appearance. "M-maple! _ you startled me!" he screeched. You smiled at his expression and peeked around him to see what he was doing.

"What are you doing Mattie?" you asked.

"N-nothing, just pancakes."

"At 3:50 in the morning? Also what are you doing here?"

"W-well, I borrowed Al's truck and brought you back here when you fell asleep, and then when I was getting ready to leave it wouldn't start. I new Alfred and Arthur would be sleeping, s-so I thought it would be okay if I stayed here. Then I got hungry and started making pancakes." After he finished speaking you stood there and looked at him.

"So let me get this straight, you were just gonna drop me off at my house and leave without a good bye, and then when the truck didn't start, you decided to invite yourself to stay the night at my house, then you got hungry so you started going through MY kitchen, taking out MY food, without asking me first, and eat them without saving me any?!" You finished your rant and looked at Matthew's face. He looked shocked and scared at the same time.

"W-well, I, uh, um…." He stuttered

You laughed. "Don't worry, I'm only teasing you, but I still want some pancakes." You walked around him and leaned over the stove and inhaled. "Mmmmm~ smells good!"

Matthew sighed in relief. "T-thanks."

After the pancakes were finished you grabbed plated and forks, and sat in your living room to eat. You watched a late night scary movie marathon till 5 in the morning. That's when you decided it would be best to get some sleep. You got a blanket and a pillow for Matthew and laid them on the couch for him. You then retreated back to your room, and fell asleep once again.