"GUS!" Matty says, leaping into my arms. "Hi, Matty, how was detention?" "Boring, how was Flyer Derby Practice?" "Fun, we won the practice match, Hunter is pretty great." "Ugh, I wish I could've watched youuuu." I ruffled his fluffy brown hair. "You could've, but you punched a kid for saying illusions are dumb." "He deserved it." Matty says, with confidence. "Nobody says things like that to my boyfriend." He adds, giving me a soft smile. "Well, you'd better be at my next practice." I put my hand in his. "Wouldn't miss it." He squeezes my hand as we walk to my house. "Hi Gus, hi Mattholomule." "Hi dad." "Good afternoon, mr. Porter." "After you, your highness." Matty does a messy bow that made me giggle."Thank you, peasant." Matty gasps in feigned offense. "No cuddles for you." "Noooo." I say wrapping my arms around him. He turns around in my arms and drapes his arms around my neck. "I like the view." I smile. "Shut up, dork." He says, smiling into a kiss. I start giggling like an idiot.
Matty:
He giggles like a dork, I look at him lovingly, as he smiles brightly. "You're cute." He stops giggling. "I'm cute?" "Yeah. You are." He smiles widely again. "You're cute too, Matty!" "Oh, I- er thank you." I didn't know how to respond to that, I mean the cutest guy on the Boiling Isles called me cute, I mean has he seen a mirror? He has a warm skintone that reminds me of fresh baked goods, eyes of a deep blue, curly and bouncy dark hair, and he looks so perfect with his illusion outfit, and he thinks I'm cute. I must've been staring because Gus looked down at me. "You okay?" "Yeah," I say hugging him tighter. "The best.
