Your relationship with Matt was one your friends enjoys to watch and be around.
You met a few years ago and instantly hit it off. Matt swore up and down that 'the chemistry was unreal' whenever he talked about his girlfriend with anyone, telling them that he knew from the minute he met you, that you were in for a ride, together.
You supported him through the Lets Trip tour, family problems, road to creating his own YouTube channel and all his thoughts. You were the whole package, a girlfriend, a best friend and his biggest fan.
Matt supported you through thick and thin too. He supported you through your insecurities and doubting moments. He could be anywhere in the world and be one call away from taking the earlier flight back home if you implied you wanted him back there.
But you didn't just kiss and hold each other at night, you both loved a good challenge too.
You were used to giving your all to win or at least face a loss ever since you were a kid. Matt loved how competitive you both were and loved how you always turned it into fun, which always made you both laugh.
Matt let his facial hair grow and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like when you poked at it or ran your knuckles along it.
"Remember when you couldn't grow that out?" You said one night, sleepy after a long day at work.
You were sat at the kitchen stool, eating pasta he made you. Matt rolled his eyes and wrapped his hands around your waist. "Took me a long time, huh?"
"I can't remember. It's like I forgot all about it because of how much I'm getting used to this" you said, patting his cheeks.
You ate your pasta and tried not to choke from how hard he made you laugh with jokes he was reading off the internet.
The next morning was when it happened. It was the weekend and you both slept in until three in the afternoon. Matt was an angel and closed the blinds the previous night because he knew you both needed a lie in.
"Can we stay here all day?" You asked, resting your head on his chest as Matt played with your hair.
Matt laughed. "We can, but we need to eat"
You hummed. "How about some French toast?"
"I can make that"
You lifted your head and raised your eyebrow at him. "You burn them, babe"
"I never do"
You sat up and laughed. "That's a lie and you know it. You always burn them"
"I make them extra crunchy!" Matt exclaimed, opening his arms. "I don't burn them"
"Prove it"
He knew where this was going, already feeling the excitement bubble inside him at the slight appearance of your competitive side. "And then what?"
You thought for a few minutes. "If you don't burn them, I'll do whatever you want for a week"
"Deal" Matt said, sitting up. "Get ready to lose"
You laughed and frowned as you both walked out of the bedroom. "In your dreams"
They reached their kitchen and Matt decided to hold you and prop you on the counter, smiling cheekily at you before puckering his lips and pressing them against yours, "for good luck" he said.
So, he cracked the eggs, added the ingredients, switched the stove on for the pan that had a cube of better ready to melt in, and dipped the toast in the mixture before adding the toast in the pan.
