2 AM ( Misha Collins & Matt Cohen fic )

eight

Clearing my throat, i made my best impression of Josh. "Damn MattyB, back at it again with the books you punk." I pointed the camera at the man who was wearing a maroon shirt which made him look extra hot. Matt looked up in confusion while packing the books but gradually smiled and placed both of his hands over his mouth tightly, like an embarrassed animated Japanese high school girl. "Eheheh, stop it youu."  Logging on to Twitter once again to post it, it hung at my profile until I saw thousands of notifications popping up. It was flooded with retweets, followers, and likes. "Oh what the fuck?" I mumbled under my breath, only to see it was the picture from yesterday where Misha was lying on my lap.

Reading a few of the comments which were mainly asking 'WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR RELATION WITH MISHA OMFG', 'IS THAT MISHA COLLINS?', 'Is that Lord Of The Rings?" and tags of Misha, I decided to ignore all of them and post that video of Matt. Gotta play it cool. I slipped my phone back in my pocket. There was a 'noot noot' coming at a distant, which we figured was Matt's Twitter notification which I had set for him as a joke. He must have saw the video because he was laughing like a mad clown. " Oh what the HELL." He said in between breaths of his laughter. "It's not that funny, chill." I said it with a pokerface, attempting to be cool but seeing Matt laughing like it was his last time being able to, definitely warmed my heart. "Read the comments." He said, not looking up from his phone. So I did.

"WHO THE FUCK?"

"MATTRON"

"NO IT'S MAERON"

"WAIT WHAT ABOUT MISHA. MIRON"

"FUCK OFF^ MAERON IS CUTER"

"Erm..? Are those... Ah..I'm sorry. " I looked at Matt with an apologetic expression, buy he was back to packing the books. "Well, let's agree that Maeron is a cute name" He managed without eye contact. Self note to delete the damn video when I get home.

While browsing through a shelf at the children's best selections section, something had caught my eye at the 'B' area. Enid Blyton. Really? 'Best selections?' Ever since I was eight, i had a burning hatred towards Enid Blyton's creations just because young me could not understand what the hell was happening through out the novel. Maybe I should give her another try since I wasn't being reasonable.  I picked up the huge ass novel from the shelf titled 'The family collection' and walked towards the counter.

"Don't you hate Enid Blyton?" This is why hems my best friend. Those 5 words just concluded our friendship. "Yes i do. I'm just giving her one more chance." I hope this was actually worth my 45 bucks.

Matt had walked me to the exit of the bookstore in an awkward silence.

"Thanks for stopping by Ronnie."

"Yea,sure. Anytime, B"

"I was wondering.. I.. was..won..uh..I won a.. I won a pet goldfish.." Matt was stuttering just like the Bertie trying to give the King's speech which was actually ridiculously hilarious coming from him.

"Damn. Show it to me some day."

"Okay.. bye"

Waving goodbye, I made my way back home and

"BORING." i groaned as i dumped the book lightly at the top of the couch and reached for my phone just underneath somewhere my fat ass... ah there you go. I dialled for matt and he answered it in a mere second.

"Hello?"His raspy voice rang in my ear.

"I want a refund." I demanded, ignoring his salutations. Matt just gave a light chuckle which was my cue to continue. "Like what is up with her books. 4 pages in and I'm asleep." I sighed through the phone but still smiled like an idiot behind the line until the chuckles from the other side had stopped.

"Hey.. so I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me."

"So I've been catching up with Doctor Who.. wait what?"

"I..uh.. would you like to go on a date with me?"

No way