Title: Sparks
Genre: Romance
Number: Three out of twenty
Summary: Matt had discovered that he could embarrass her with ease now.
Notes: If there's still anyone interested in reading this I'll say it this simple: I'm so sorry for the long wait! This one is also a little long, but I'm beginning to think it's not so bad.
Disclaimer: I do not own it

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He could feel her eyes on him. She'd been looking at him ever since they began walking away from school. For some reason he hadn't met her gaze yet, seeing as he didn't mind her looking at him. Usually he would get irritated if someone stared at him, seeing as his many fangirls did that a lot. But with Sora he doubted he could get irritated over anything she did.

Getting the feeling that Sora wanted him to meet her eyes, he turned to her with a calm "what?" and a soft smile, which had lingered on his face ever since he felt her eyes.

Sora just looked at him, expression not changing. She looked at him strangely, not returning his smile. Then she answered his question, voice softer than he would have thought, "you don't have to walk me home."

He was somewhat surprised at first thinking she didn't want his company. But being in a way too good mood on this sunny spring day to doubt whether or not Sora enjoyed him walking her home, he answered her with humor. "That's what you wanted? And here I thought you were checking me out."

A smirk formed on his lips when he saw her blush slightly, only just now realising she'd been staring. "That's not... umm... look, I'm serious, Matt! This is really just an extra trip for you!"

Restraining himself from laughing at the way he easily could embarrass her, he just turned back to the road. They hadn't stopped walking during their conversation, and he'd prefer not to crash into anything. "I don't mind. Actually, I'd rather spend some extra time with you than not. And I'd like to get all the time I could with you dressed like that."

Sora made a sudden stop. He stopped as well, now again smirking. Her cheeks had gotten a little brighter, and her eyes slightly wider.

He knew she hated her school uniform, and that was one of his favorite teasing points with her. In fact it was one of the new and many teasing points he had with her. After they'd become an item Matt had discovered that he could embarrass her with ease now, and though it was a little mean, he found it funny.

And besides, Sora had never been a girl who couldn't stand up for herself.

She looked away, her face showing her annoyance, prabably both for him and her own blush, before she turned back to him, blush fading and a small grin forming. With a glimt in her eye, she was ready for the battle. "Don't you see over a hundred girls dressed like this every day?"

Smirk intact he answered her calmly, yet now full of humor. "Not one of them compare to your beauty."

Expecting a certain reaction, all he got was Sora putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head, smile gone. "So you mean you've been checking them out and comparing me to them?"

Matt gaped. That was uexpected. Was she mad? She couldn't really be mad, could she? Not realising how uncomfortable he must've looked, he was surprised when Sora laughed. "Matt... you're so blond..." she told him when her laughter died.

Normally he would have reacted to the comment about him being blond, but at the moment he was more concerned about Sora thinking that he was checking out girls. Apparently hearing the question he never asked, Sora just grinned at him while answering, "I just wanted to wipe that annoying smirk off your face." And Matt couldn't help but feel a bit relieved.

Sora shaked her head and began walking again, calling over her shoulder that he was supposed to be walking her home. Then something dawned for him, and he ran after her while shouting "what did you mean when you said I'm blond?"

She didn't even turn around, just calmly answered when he caught up with her, "I don't know if you've ever looked at yourself in the mirror, but you are blond, Matt."

Getting an nagging feeling that she was the one embarrassing him now, he put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, while muttering something about that not being what he meant under his breath.