dear diary (Matthew Espinosa)

7

march 19, 2016 4:00 pm

at this moment, i'm waiting for matthew to come get me. he texted me saying he was on his way.

i've been waiting outside for 7 minutes. where is matthew, i thought. just then, i felt a buzz go off in my back pocket.

matthew: hey, sorry i'm running late. i'm around the corner. u ready?

i simply replied with a 'yea' and a 'it's fine'. i mean what more would i need to put?

after about three more minutes of waiting, he finally arrived. it's now 4:10 pm.

i walked over to his car and hopped in. he was staring at me as i was buckling up. i slowly turned my head towards him, only to see him smiling. i smiled back, because i mean c'mon, it's matthew lee espinosa. the cutest guy i know, and have laid eyes on.

why you gotta be so dang cute matt?

"you think i'm cute?" a voice said interrupting my thoughts. matthew, the person behind the voice.

i nervously chuckled, "uh, what?"

"i heard you sabrina. you said i'm cute." his hand coming awfully close to my thigh. jesus christ matthew, what are you doing to me?!

"i did not say that."

"yes you did. these were your exact words, and i quote." he paused to clear his throat, then began in this high-pitched girly voice. "'why you gotta be so dang cute matthew?'"

"pfft, sure believe what you want. i didn't say that though." i began to blush madly.

"mhm, sure. okayyy! well, let's go on that date now?" in response i only nodded.

we began driving somewhere i had no clue to. his right forearm was on the console while his hand was hanging above my thigh. he slowly started to move his hand onto my thigh.

i looked over at him with wide eyes. he kept his eyes on the road, but i could see the tiny smirk hidden in his smile.

"uh matthew?"

"yea?"

"whatcha doin? yunno, with your uhm," i said pointing at his hand.

he smirked, his gaze still on the road.

"i just wanted to relax it. and what better place than a girls thigh, a beautiful girl at that." soon a smile replaced his smirk, but he didn't remove his hand, nor the not-so-tight and not-so-loose grip.

at first it made me sorta uncomfortable, because i mean no guy has done that. after a while i got used to it, and left it.

-

"are we there yet?" i whiled.

"sabrina, this is your 15th time asking me that damn question. it's cute how you whine, but no we're not there. in about 10 more minutes we will, so chill." wait what?! he thinks its cute when i whine? well thats new.