Tess's POV
"I present to you," Matthew says, bringing out the notebook protruding in between larger books, "The Matthew Schreave Bucket List, or most commonly known as the MSBL."
"This is what you were hiding from me that night," I say, looking over his shoulder and wrapping my arms around him. "You weren't writing me a letter at all."
"I did write you a song," he says.
I laugh. "Yes, you did. A very good one at that." I look at his neat script on the lined papers. "May I see what you have on here?"
"I already have some checked off the list," he says, handing me the notebook.
The things on here look completely dorky, like "pull a Romeo and monologue" and "drink milk during every meal for an entire day", but most are actually quite riveting and daring, like bungee-jumping and paragliding. Those two make me want to throw up, to be honest. Heights is a thing I fear most definitely.
As I have said, there are some already crossed out, and I realize the things we did for me were planned by Matthew, getting them off his Bucket List. The MSBL now consists of:
4. Speak in different languages for a whole day.
5. Spend the whole day in pajamas.
6. Bake a cake and cook a meal for the whole family.
7. Watch a "chick-flick"/super girly movie because your girlfriend insisted.
8. Learn how to do a back flip.
9. Go bungee jumping and/or zip lining.
10. Go water skiing.
11. Go paragliding.
16. Stay up all night.
17. Wake up at noon.
20. Go on a cruise and see a volcano.
I frown and look at him. "You gossiped?"
He runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, Sadye was the main cause of that."
"Who was the unfortunate fellow on the other side?"
"Her ex-boyfriend, Carlos. I knew of him and how he was a player and whatever, but yeah." He puts a hand on my cheek. "Nothing about you, honey."
I laugh at the title and give him a quick kiss just because. He actually blushes, and it looks so abnormal to see him bashful. "Matthew Schreave, are you blushing right now?"
"So I suggest we should do one of these things, or more, if you want," he says, ignoring my question. "We just had dinner, so we could watch a movie, stay up all night because I don't have any meetings tomorrow."
"Yeah, that works." I look at the list again. "Have you ever tried writing poetry?"
"Nope," he says, quickly jotting down "write a poem" on the MSBL.
"So what movie are we watching?" I ask, taking his hand as we walk to the theater.
"Your choice, preferably a 'chick flick' because that's what's on the list."
"Are you up for an old one?"
"Will it make you cry and is it for girls?"
"It's one of those 'good girls meets a guy that lessens her innocence' kind of thing."
"Then let's watch it."
Matthew's POV
"Holy crap, that was mushy," I say when the credits roll.
Tess laughs and says, "Let's watch another one."
"Another girl movie?"
"Nah, you can cross that off. It's only eight twenty-seven. We still have about, oh, I don't know, maybe eleven hours left until the sun comes up."
I take my arm from around her and stand to change the film. "My choice this time?" I ask.
"Yeah, sure. I'm going to sneak upstairs and find a chocolate bar."
"Tess, the palace doesn't have chocolate."
"Oh, don't worry. I asked Aunt Marlee to keep a bag of dark chocolate chips for me. Sixty percent cacao!"
I laugh. "You're so weird."
"I know."
We watch a movie about this guy that has a painting of him and gets progressively uglier throughout the entire movie. By the end of it, Tess has her face buried in my shirt. "Matt, tell me when it's over," she whimpers.
"It's over," I lie. She looks and sees the man that has become the ugly painting. "Matthew!" she cries, hiding again. "It's not funny! Stop laughing!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I say through laughs. "It's so funny, though! The effects were so horrible and old."
"I swear, I'm going to find a movie about clowns gutting people to death, and you're really going to be sorry."
The movie finally ends, and Tess picks the movie.
It's about a ballerina, and to be honest, it was kind of creepy and sadistic. "How can you watch that and not be scared?"
"Hey, it's actually kinda good. That...shit a while ago was horrifying. I hate it. So much."
I pick the next one, a movie about cancer. It's based on a book that's not as old as Dickens', but still newer than Morrison's Struggle and Researching Love, which were written a few years ago. At the end, Tess is crying softly and wipes the tears on her face.
"Love, are you okay?" Frankly, I cried a little too. Tess is going to be that girl, and I'm going to be that boy who feared oblivion. It's like the writer knew our struggles before we were even born.
"I just...don't want to lose you," she says, her hand subconsciously touching my heart.
"You're not. Okay?"
She giggles, wiping her remaining tears. "Okay."
"Are we just going to copy them and make it our own thing?"
"Nah, I feel like that's copyright infringement in and of itself."
"We can't do always either."
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah's our 'okay'?"
"Mmm...yeah."
"Okay."
"Okay."
We watch a movie not nearly as inspirational, but it was good. We're both nineteen so we can watch Rated R movies now. Action-comedies are by far my favorite movies. It might have something to do with my father's like of actions and Mother's like of comedies.
Tess yawns. "Damn, what time is it?" I ask, feeling a little bleary myself.
"Four o'clock," she says, yawning again. I yawn too. "Yawns are contagious. Especially when it's with someone you love."
"I love you?" I ask mockingly. "Who said that?"
"You're so stupid, but I love you."
"I love you more."
"You're so cheesy."
I trail my finger down her neck and she purses her lips to keep from laughing. "Oh, yeah, you're ticklish!" I say. I tickle her neck and stomach and she's laughing like crazy.
"Ma...tthew! Stahhhp! You're...going to...waaaake everyooone!"
"I'm not the one making the noise!"
"My stomach...hurts! Stop!"
Tess is now on her back and I lean over her. I stopped tickling her, but she's still giggling. She stops for a couple of seconds but relapses. "What movie do you want to watch now?" I ask, still leaning over her.
She seems to read my mind when she puts her arms around me neck and smashes her lips on mine. We kiss frantically and desperately, as if we'll lose everything there is to us if we don't do this.
"I can't wait to get married," I whisper.
"Neither can I," she mumbles.
Her fingers play with the hem of my t-shirt and I take it off, greeted by the cold air against my skin. "Matthew," she breathes, pulling away for a moment.
"Yeah?"
"Can I...?" Her finger grazes over the bandage on my chest.
"It looks a little gruesome. This scar is by far the ugliest."
She peels it off gently and looks at the gash for a while, looking at the pacemaker that is slightly more elevated. She puts it back on gently and sighs.
"I told you it was ugly," I say, resting my forehead on hers.
"You're still my handsome prince, and nothing will change that." She touches my lips gently and resumes kissing me. Some of the movies we watched had people who just had sex because they loved the other. But it was before marriage. I don't know what's in me that makes me think it's so wrong to do it, but it's there.
"Do you want kids?" Tess suddenly asks.
It shocks me, actually, because I've never really thought of the possibility of having children. "The whole country would need heirs, so we'd have to have kids."
"But do you want them?" she asks persistently.
"Yeah. I do." I kiss her nose. "Our kid's going to look beautiful, because she'll look exactly like you."
"I'm betting she'll have black hair and blue eyes. She'll be pretty either way." She pauses for a moment and just looks at my eyes. "Do you want a boy or a girl?"
"It doesn't really matter," I say, kissing her again. "As long as it's my kid and yours, and that I know that we made that beautiful thing, I can die a happy man."
"Stop saying that," she mutters.
"Stop saying compliments?"
"No, stop saying that you're...going to die."
"We're all going to die. It's just a matter of when and how."
"And where," she adds.
"Smart-ass."
We continue to kiss until we hear and crash upstairs. "What the hell was that?" I say, pulling away. I turn off the lights and the screen with the remote and encase Tess in my arms. It vaguely sounds like someone's making out. We stay hushed until we see a figure emerge from the shadows. Two people, wrapped around in each other in a passionate embrace. Who is...?
The lights suddenly turn on and I realize Tess accidentally pressed the remote. "Crap," she mutters.
We look at the horrified couple's faces and realize, with surprise and maybe horror, that the couple sucking face is Alexandra and Alexander.
Dun dun dun! PLOT TWIST! Nah, you guys were probably expecting that. I'm just going to pile on the fluff until Matthew dies.
WHAT?! I didn't say that! Whatchoo talkin' 'bout?! Whatchoo gon' do?! Whatchoo gon' say?!
Thanks for the reviews!
LittleMissTori- Did you really cry? Just curious :P Thanks so much for still being here!
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Kiren- Awwww give your aunt my best regards. Tell her your friend hopes she's okay! Thank you!
SJWrites2014- Aww thank you! Enough said :P
bubble4life- I may or may not write an Alexandra chapter for the next one ;-)
ilona18- Aww did you really tear up? Thank you so much for reviewing!
PokemonLuver151- THINK. Matt may or may not live. I killed Michael so I'm probably going to kill Matthew. WHAT?! Who said that!? I didn't. Matt's going to live. :) Thanks so much!
agb1700- I'm glad you still find this AMAZINGER. :) Thank you so much! Lurve ya!
prnamber3909- Hahaha run away to Vegas and elope :P It could happen. There are such things as fanfictions based on fanfictions :P INCEPTION. Thank you so much for reviewing!
winterprincess- You are legit the only person to be happy he told Tess. High five, sista. And yes, they will do things on the MSBL together now :) Thanks so much!
I just realized that this story has 116 reviews. Wow. You guys are amazing. I'm not bragging or anything, because some of you writers have more reviews than me, even with all of my stories combined. To lazy to do the math and check, but yeah :)
Let's have a cake vote. Tell me in the reviews what your favorite cake is. Red velvet has one vote already (ME!). I love red velvet with a passion.
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