Matt was sleeping over at your house because Nick and Chris had been getting on his nerves and he just wanted a break from them for the day. Usually you guys stay at Matt's because your parents are strict, so usually you have to hide him whenever he comes over, but your parents are out of town so now was the perfect opportunity for you guys to spend some time alone.
You and Matt were cuddled up on the couch upstairs, and you forced him to watch dance moms with you since it's your favourite.
"Okay, Melissa was definitely a teachers pet in high school." Matt says which makes you let out a laugh. "That's so true." You reply.
"Hey it's getting close to dinner time, you getting hungry?" You ask. "I was just about to ask if you wanted to go get food." He chuckled. "I'll go make something, we always go out." You say. "Are you sure baby?" He asks. "Yeah it's fine, I'm craving pasta anyway." You say giggling. "Do you want some help?" Matt asks. "No no, you stay right here, I'll go make it." You reply smiling. "Okay babe." He giggles.
You start to walk off until you're cut off by Matt. "Wait." He says, causing you to turn around. "What?" You ask. "Come back." He demands. You walk back towards him. "What?" You ask again. "Gimme a kiss." He says with a smirk. "Dudeee." You whine. "Come onnn." He says, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you into his lips. You pull away. "Better?" You ask sarcastically. "Yes, thank you." Matt replies.
20 minutes later
You're in the middle of stirring the pasta that's in a pot resting on the stove. You accidentally hit the side of the pot too hard with the spoon and it starts to tip off the stove. You quickly catch the side of the pot, but forget that it's boiling hot.
"Owww fuck!" You squeal in pain, pulling your hand away from the pot, now looking at your red palm. You jump on the spot holding your hand. "Ow ow ow ow ow!" You say as you begin to cry.
"Babe?" You hear Matt say from up stairs. "You hear his feet making their way down the stairs. "Y/n?" He asks. He looks down and sees you holding your hand with tears pouring down your cheeks.
"Hey hey hey, baby what happened?" He asked sweetly, walking towards you. "My hand." Is all you manage to get out. He gently grabs your wrist to see your hand as red as a tomato. "Oh baby." He says sympathetically.
He guides you out of the kitchen, into the bathroom. He places his hands on your hips and lifts you up onto the counter. He turns on the tap and places your hand underneath the cold water. "Ow ow ow!" You cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He whispers, rubbing circles on your exposed thigh to calm you down.
After about 5 minutes, Matt turns off the tap and carefully dries your hand with a towel. He gently lifts your hand towards him and places a soft kiss on it.
"Where do you keep your first aid kit?" He asks. "Uh, there should be one in the cupboard under the sink." You explain. He kneels down on the floor, looking through the cupboard. "Aha, found it." He said, quite proud of himself.
Matt pulls out some cream and starts rubbing it over your hand which helps soothe it. He then unwraps some bandages and starts wrapping your hand.
Matt's trying to focus on wrapping your hand, but he can feel your gaze on him. He looks up at you and you quickly turn away. He giggles to himself. "Do I make you nervous or something?" He flirts. Your cheeks flush red in response. "I think I dooo." He says, playfully hitting your shoulder with his spare hand.
He quickly finishes wrapping your hand, and he wraps both of your arms around his neck, pulling you closer into him.
"All better?" He asks. "Mhm." You say shyly, wresting your head on his shoulder. He leans down and places a kiss on your cheek. "How about I finish the pasta, yeah?" He asks. "I vote drive thru." You reply with a cheeky grin.
