The Incubi and Tall Girls

Matthew

"Why is it so high." I hear as I walk by the kitchen. Was that Matthew?

"What the?" I say while walking into the kitchen. Matthew is standing on his tippy-toes wiggling his fingers at the highest cabinet. It was honestly kinda cute to watch his struggle to reach it. I stifled a laugh.

Matthew jumped at the sound of me. He rubbed his head as he grew bright red. His eyes immediately went to floor by my feet.

"Matthew, what's wrong?" I asked slightly moving towards him.

"Well it's just that, I needed to reach the top shelf for the brownie mix..." Matthew said trailing off.

"Why didn't you just ask me?" I said. He knew I was over 6 feet in height, so why didn't he just ask for me to help.

"I was determined to do it myself." He said, looking back at the cabinet. An idea popped into my head. He was going to do this himself, with just a little help. I walked over to him and bent down.

"What are you doing?" Matthew said, confusion painting his face.

"Get on my back."

"Um... alright..." Matthew said as he lowered himself onto my back. I stood up and walked over to the cabinet.

"Get the mix, Matthew." I said leaning towards it so he could reach. He opened the cabinet, then jumped down.

"Well, now I know we need more brownie mix." He said, looking up to me.

What do you mean?" I asked him, but understood once I looked down at his hands. We were out of mix.

"Dang, I had really wanted brownies.." Matthew vocalized, looking down towards the floor again. I grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the car.

"Where are we going?" Matthew said once we were secure in the car.

"Going to get you brownies." I vocalized. And off we were to go get brownies.