Bliss

Chapter 16: There's No One Like You In The Universe

Matt's POV:

I pull him as close as physically possible, his head on my shoulder and my arms around his waist. We sit there on the front steps of the house, just looking at the night sky.

"Hey Matt?" Dom asks out of the blue. "Remember the first time that you sang for me?"

"Yeah," I say, placing a kiss on the top of his head. "Why?"

"Why House of the Rising Sun?" he asks, placing a hand on my knee and looking up at me. I give a small laugh before answering.

"To be honest, I had heard it on the radio a few days back and it had been stuck in my head ever since," I say, kissing him again on his forehead.

"Huh. I was expecting some long and dramatic backstory," he giggles.

I pull away from him and look at him sternly. "Seriously?"

"You're really bad at detecting sarcasm." He shifts and rests his head in my lap, staring up to the stars. I scoff and lean back, propping myself up on my palms. I look down at the boy lying down on me and I feel as if my heart literally skips a beat.

He's wearing a black Rage Against the Machine shirt, some black sweatpants, and an electric blue beanie. He's just looking straight up, his fingers laced on his chest and his mouth slightly ajar. The way the night sky is reflecting in his eyes is almost unearthly...

He shifts slightly and notices me staring. "What?" he sighs. "Why look at me when the sky is absolutely gorgeous?"

I smile as shake my head slightly. "There's nothing that I could possibly imagine that's more beautiful than you," I say, sitting up and grabbing one of his hands in mine.

"Yeah right," he adds quickly, turning his attention back to the stars. I let go of his hand and caress his face, turning his head slightly so he has to look at me.

"I mean it," I say seriously. "There's no one like you in the universe." A smile plays with his lips and he sits up. He pulls me into his arms and buries his face in the crook of my neck.

"I'm going to be honestly with you here," he whispers. "I don't think that could possibly be true, but I'm not in the mood to argue and ruin a perfect moment." He pulls away from our embrace just enough so our lips could meet briefly. "If anyone here is perfect, it's you."

"I'm too short to be perfect," I giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.

Dom's POV:

"Do you have to go back to school?" I whine, lying down on his bed.

"Sorry love," he sighs, sitting down next to me and grabbing my hand. "Law says I have to. But I don't go back for two more weeks. Why don't we enjoy them while they last?"

"Fiiiine," I say with an exaggerated eye roll. I try to keep a straight face, but that's another thing I'm not the best at. I end up cracking a wide smile and stifling a laugh.

"We haven't gone on a real date yet," he says, standing back up.

"You're unbelievably sexy," I add, smiling like an idiot when he turns around to look at me.

"What?" he stammers, clearly a little startled by my remark.

"Oh sorry, I thought we were just stating the obvious," I sigh, standing up and resting my hands on his hips. I kiss him on the cheek before continuing. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You're going to let me take you some place nice," he giggles, removing my hands from his waist and taking them into his own.

"I'm not going to argue with that."

A soft smile refuses to leave my face the entire time I'm with Matt. We don't really do much aside from walk around town and hold hands. Yeah, a couple people would stare, but fuck them. We're adorable together.

After a few hours, we just end up sitting together on a bench in the park.

"Thank you," I mumble, leaning over to rest my head on Matt's shoulder.

"I'm the one who should be thanking you," he sighs quietly. "I was pretty messed up before I met you. Why do you think I always keep my legs covered?"

"What?" I say, shifting to look directly at him. "What do you mean?"

He moves awkwardly in his seat. "Maybe I'll show you later." He grabs my hand and stands up, pulling me with him. "We should head home."

The entire walk back, I can't stop thinking about what he said. I hope he didn't mean what I think he did. We don't really talk at all on the way back, but once we arrive, he stops right in front of the door and takes both of my hands in his.

"I'm sorry that I'm worrying you," he says quietly, looking down at our hands. "I promise I'm better now."

"It's fine, really," I laugh. "You're my boyfriend. It's sort of my job to worry about you."

He looks up and raises an eyebrow. "What? No it's-"

I cut him off before he has a chance to finish speaking by kissing him.

"Shut up," I whisper. "Yes it is. Now come on. Let's go inside."