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Jay's Point Of View
Oh god... He texted me... He has my number... He knows who I am... Matty James knows me! Calm down, Jaden, he's probably straight. But there's a chance he's not! I've got to know!

When my freak out ended- more like halted a moment- I hopped in the shower. I had to be fresh for MATTY JAMES. I wash my body and two-inch long hair and jack off to MATTY before exiting the tub and dressing in my nicest casual clothes. I wanted to dye my hair so badly, but I had no time. Whatever, I'd be going over again, maybe. Probably. Hopefully. The area he lives in is perfect for our assignment. We chose a nature theme, and he has lots of space for that, so he says.

I was insanely nauseous. I was terrified. But I was super excited. I'm finally meeting properly the guy I've liked since grade five! Oh god, I'm here... His house wasn't the mansion or something I expected, it was just a bungalow. Somehow, it calmed me a little. He's not some rich athletic robot, just an athletic person. I don't know how robot changed it person from just seeing his house, but it did. It took me a whole minute to work up the courage to knock. Wow, my crush is more extreme than I thought.

It seemed to take forever for MATTY JAMES to answer the door. He seemed sexier than normal, but that could have been because I was finally seeing him up close. "Hi Jaden," he smiled. I couldn't bring myself to speak, I nodded and just brought my hand up as a haphazard attempt at waving. "Come in." I slowly walk in to the somewhat messy house. "Sorry about the mess," he speaks halfheartedly. I saw that as the perfect opportunity for hopefully some humour. "Y-you... Y-you call this a mess? Y-you should see my house, I just moved!" He smiled, it seemed genuine, but ignored my comment to ask "want anything?" "N-no thanks..."

So, M-Matthew, I..." "Since when am I 'Matthew' to you?" My heart stopped. What could he mean? Was it possible he knew I talk about him, or, worse: I like him?! "W-what?" "Don't play shits with me. 'Oh, I got paired with Matty James on a photography project! I'm so excited'!" He was laughing at me.

I knew it would never work. He's just a big mean dumb jock. Making fun of me? What did I see in him? Still, it hurt awfully. I had spent so much time thinking of him, and wishing to know him. And he was making fun of me within two minutes of really meeting me. What a waste.

I turned away. Tears were forming in my eyes, but I tried to blink them away. I slowly and shamefully walked to the door. A couple tears escaped my eyes, I wiped them, but once they started, that was it. An endless waterfall of tears cascaded down my cheeks, I was heartbroken. He was the only person I've liked without being ridiculed, and I got obsessed, I'm pathetic. I didn't need him to remind me. I was leaving, I gave up.

"Where are you going?" Matty asked seriously. He wasn't laughing anymore, he seemed concerned. "Home!" I shouted. God, I sounded so whiny. "What? Is it... I'm sorry! Jaden, I'm sorry." What? I stopped in place. "I was just joking around, it doesn't matter what you call me or whatever. It's okay, I'm not judging or anything." "Y-you're not?" "Of course not. What's there to judge? Am I supposed to say you're stupid for calling me Matty? Everyone does."

I was so happy, but I still couldn't look at him. I was crying for fucks sake! He couldn't know that. "Jaden?" "W-what?" "Are you okay?" "Y-y... I... I don't know." "What's wrong?" "I-I don't know!" I whined. "Oh... Come here. Come on, bring it in." I look at him, head down so he couldn't see my tears. His arms were out as if asking for a hug. I almost broke down at that. I had half a mind to run to him and squeeze the living daylight out of him, but the other half was bigger, thank god. I stayed where I was, though, unable to hide my smile. "Come on," he speaks in a warning tone, with a grin of his own. I shake my head 'no' and turn away, my arms crossed. Before I knew it, I was engulfed in a bear hug. I felt euphoria greater than ever before. I never wanted it to end. To my immense glee, in my ear he mumbles "you'd better hug back or I'm not letting go."