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It is to nobody's surprise that Matthew likes to sleep in. Especially in days when he doesn't have a game or morning skate. Like, that man is able to sleep until 5 pm if you let him.
But, when you also have a day off (of college or work), even though you wake up slightly earlier than him, you also sleep in. So, you can say that the love for sleeping is mutual in your relationship.
Opposite to Matthew, though, is that you do get up usually when you really need to go to the bathroom or your body is just growling for food. Which tends to be a tad bit too early for Matthew's liking.
Matthew usually wakes up when you get up to do either of those, but he falls right back asleep when you're out of reach.
And that's exactly when he hates sleeping in.
Whenever he wakes up, even if it's just for a split second, and goes back to sleep, he has the weirdest of dreams. Not always nightmares, sometimes they are kind of terrifying but they're mostly just weird.
And today, while you were making your breakfast, or, should you say, lunch, he was sleeping peacefully under the covers and over the overly comfortable bed. While, in his dream, battling against you in a game of hockey.
When the food was ready, you walked back to the bedroom just to check if Matt would already be awake and maybe if he would be willing to get up and eat something.
And that's when you've wanted to have recorded walking in your bedroom because the image was just hilarious.
Matthew was sitting up, fully awake. His eyes widened, he had a slight scowl of confusion written on his face, his hair was a bigger mess than you've ever seen it before, and his mouth was left slightly agape.
When he did notice you by the doorway, he didn't even blink before saying.
"We can't be friends anymore."
To say you were confused was a large understatement, because...
"Matthew," You started, "We've been dating for three years. What do you mean?"
He closes and reopens his mouth, like a fish trying to breathe out of the water, and scrunches up his face, looking back at you after looking down at the carpet of your bedroom.
"I- Do-do you know how to skate?" He asks, tilting his head slightly to the side as he says it.
"Yeah, a bit." You say, "I've skated with you a tone of times before, why?"
You make your way towards the bed and take a seat at the end of it, giving him probably the largest look of confusion ever.
"And..." He hesitates for a second, "Have you ever played hockey?"
