𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫| 80s heart throbs ( Matt Dillion & Ralph Macchio ) x reader

Huh, the fuck?

I heard Dave bark at me like the bitch he is to get ready for school, Sam kept me up all fucking night with her bullshit calls, fantasizing about seeing Ralph Macchio in real life. Sure, I'm a bit excited, but still, she needs to get a fucking hold of herself. Getting up, I drag myself to my bathroom, seeing that my toothbrush was missing. "Dave, what in the fuck did your gremlin ass do with my fucking tooth brush." I spat. Not caring that the whole house could hear me.

Scattering around the sink, I hear that lazy son of a bitch finally respond. "What, your toothbrush? The hell would I need that for, and dont call me a gremlin, you little scrunt." Dave said, appearing into my view. He's been acting like a weed adicted New Yorker, and tilting his hip more, its fucking weird adn he needs to get over that shit. "Yeah, whatever, I guess everyone is gonna smell my morning breath, and stop it with that bullshity fake New Yorker accient." I spoke. Speed walking past him, I'm already like 15 minutes late, I don't have time for this bullshit. Putting on a pair of jeans and a sweater, it's nice to be clothes that fit me and make me actually look good. I'm not paper thin like LA models, but I pretty much look like every girl at my school now.

Dave decided to be an asshole at the last second and not drive me to school, so I had to run to school.

Finally getting to school, I saw that no one was in the hallway, or in the classroom? Not knowing what to do, I just roam around the hallway, I then see the bitchist of the bitches hallmoniter turn the corner, I sprinted fast enough that she luckily didn't spot me. Turning the corner, I ram face first into someone's chest, I didn't feel breasts, so it was a guy. We somehow didn't fall to the floor, just got pushed a few feet back. "Woah, woah there, slow down there, you ok?" He said. I couldn't fucking believe it, no fucking way, if my ears started to shit on me today I would be so fucking pissed. His voice sounded exactly like Matt Dillon. No way to find out if it really fucking is him if I don't look up from his chest. Backing away from his chest, I look up adn couldn't fucking believe it.

MATT FUCKING DILLON WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. MY FACE WAS IN HIS HOT FUCKING CHEST. I mentally started to cherish every second that was happening, realizing that I didn't respond, I played it cool and pretended to not have a clue who he was. Even though I have millons of pictures of his face around my room and every issue that had him involved in it. "Oh yeah, I'm just late, and is running away from one of the hall moniters that has a stick up her ass." I spoke nervously. Knowing that I totally fucked that up just by cussing.

He laughed, HE FUCKING LAUGHED OH MY GOD, and then spoke, " You missed the announcment then, one of the students here won this contest that was being held. Here, come with me, you have to see the painting of Ralph Macchio, it's just beautiful." Matt said. AHH OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HE JUST CALLED MY PAINTING BEAUTIFUL-- "Did the artist sign it?" I spoke. Knowing damn well that I didn't. "Saddly no, and my aggent didn't tell me who won the contest unfortunently." He said. "Oh yeah, I'm Matt by the way, if you didn't already know." He said, holding out his hand. "Y/n" I said. "What a beautiful name." AHH WHAT THE FUCK-- HE CALLED MY NAME BEAUTIFUL-- GOTTA DEFLECT THE COMPLEMENT TO NOT SEEM LIEK A REGULAR FANGIRL. "Wow, is that what you say to every girl that swoon over your every move?" I said. Pulling my hand from shaking his to my side, walking with him to where they have all the announcments. He laughs before he spoke. "Not every girl, only girls that can stick to the beautiful title."He said. Interanally I tried not to freak the fuck out of my mind of his slight flirting, turning to him, I see that he already was looking at him.

"Oh really, if I'm beautiful, then you must be glourious, goddestly." I spoke dramatically. He sarcastically clapped at me. "Pretty soon, kiddo, you're gonna get a grammy." Matt said. "Kiddo? Stop it with that, I'm like 4 years younger than you." I said. "So you're 17?" He questioned. "Yeah, my birthday is in a few days. What's it to you Mr. pervert, already planning to make a move on me?" I said. "Sure kid, in your dreams-" Matt joked before I interrupted him. "More like your dreams, king perv." I spoke. God, have I really stooped this low to speak to him like all the other white chicks in my school, just to get a guy. 

Once I walked into the room I saw my painting, no one was even looking at it, they were all fixated on trying to talk to their celebrity crushes. Squeezing past them, I made my way to the painting, then felt a presence next to me, turning over I see FUCKING RALPH MACCHIO, THE GUY THAT I PAINTED WAS LOOKING AT MY WORK. He must've noticed me staring at me, I mean it was pretty obvious, but whatever. Ralph chuckled nervously before he turned to speak to me, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess you also like the painting a lot too, (or you like staring at my face...) I wonder who made it... I feel very flattered that they chose to paint me, I mean, I never thought that someone could think of me... So... Beautifuly." He spoke. He's so fucking easy to read, he seemed very intiminated by me and nervous, I would say that he looked like he had a crush on me or something. But that isn't the case, unfortunately, somehow I got closer to him, I couldn't resist sniffing him.

OH MY FUCKING GODDD-- HE SMELLS LIKE FRESH SEA-- BUT IN A HOT WAY. "Yeah, I wonder who painted this, no one that I know is into that artsy fartsy bullshit." I spoke. I swear I was scared he would get all defensive about it or some shit, but in stead, I side eyed him and saw him staring past my face, a little bit more downwards. HE WAS FUCKING LOOKING AT MY TITS--- of course I had to fucking say something, just cause he is a hot guy doesn't mean he gets the right to get free looks at my tits. "Ay ay, I know I'm hot and shit, but you can't be staring at my tits all willy nilly." I spoke. Backing away a bit, his face went pale a bit, I guess girls don't say anything, or they're so fucking brain dead that they don't notice. "What?!" He studdered out. "Don't be acting dumb, I know you're a pervert under all that makeup and Hollywood skin suit." I said. Catching him off goard, I walked off, that slimy slease ball doesn't get the rights to look at my fun parts, sure I was fuckign around at first, but now I'm realizing what these beverly hills motherfuckers could do to me if I act to dumb.

Looking over, I see Sam talking to Matt Dillon, totally studdering out, barely fucking able to form a sentence before makign a grammar mistake some how. Matt wasn't too bothered by it, I guess he deals with girls like this all the time that he gets used to it, not gonna lie, I was a bit jealous on how he was looking at her. Mainly because he's my personal favorite (If he isn't, you're wrong), he then did something to be so fucking extra to walk over to him. HE FUCKING TOUCHED HER SHOULDER AND PUT HIS THUMB ON HER CHIN SAYING "Is everything alright? You're studdering quite a lot." LIKE WHAT THE FUCKKK??? THAT MAN WHORE HAS ANOTHER THING COMING IF HE THINKS HE CAN JUST DO THAT AFTER OBVIOUSLY FLIRTING WITH ME. I mean, he probably says that to everyone, BUT FUCKING STILL, what the fuck???

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A/n:

Ik, CLIFFHANGER, and it already took me a long ass time to get this one up lmao. I've proud to put another thousand word chapter out, (ya know 1.4k specifically, but who's keeping track <33)

Have a good day or night and have a good valintines day <33

xoxo
-Angel

Q: Who wants to be my valintine?