One Shot 3: A Jar of Notes
Stephanie was out for coffee catching up with some of her friends from college and Matthew was curious.
A few weeks earlier they had made the somewhat regrettable decision of doing a Try Not To Cry Challenge livestream, and Stephanie had said something interesting. One of the videos, a gum commercial he was pretty sure, had started the story of how he wrote Stephanie notes and put them in her bag when she went to work when they first moved to LA. She said she had kept them all, but Matthew hadn't seen them since he wrote them. So, obviously, he wanted to find them.
The most obvious, and logical, place they would be kept is somewhere in their bedroom. And so there he was, scrounging around in the various drawers and cupboards of the bedroom.
Stephanie was the more organised of the two, so it would probably be labelled and stored in the company of other items she had collected for sentimental value. He had looked where he thought the glass shards of the mirror they had broken on the day of their engagement were kept, but Steph must've moved it without him knowing. Or maybe with him knowing and he had forgotten. Either way, he didn't know where it was now.
He looked through drawer after drawer, occasionally stopping to look at the various photos they had displayed around the room. Finally, right at the back of the top shelf of the wardrobe was a big green box labelled "Memory Box!" He pulled it down to find it packed with all kinds of objects that evoked fond memories.
Trying to ignore the other items in the box, he focused on a glass jar full of small folded notes, most of which were brightly coloured sticky notes.
Carefully he set the jar down on the bed, storing the large box back in the wardrobe from whence it came.
He hesitated, staring at jar and wondering if he should open it now or wait until Stephanie was home so they could look together. As much as he was impatient to read what he had written all those years ago, he also liked to do things like this with his wife. The only exception had been when he was making preparations for their Relationship Museum and proposal video, but that was for obvious reasons.
Besides, he had research and scripts to do for Game Theory and Film Theory, so he had plenty to do to keep himself busy. But as he attempted to write a cohesive theory, his mind kept drifting to the contents of the glass jar he had left sitting on their aqua blanket.
Before he knew what he was doing he was sitting on the edge of the bed, the jar half way to being open. 'Sorry Stephanie,' he thought as he opened it and took out a bright pink sticky note.
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"Look Steph! The latest theory has 100 views already!" Matthew exclaimed, proudly holding up his laptop.
"That's amazing honey, but I really have to get going for work," she sighed, finishing off the last bite of the peanut butter covered toast she was having for breakfast.
"Aw, I'll miss you," he said, scanning the room for her bag as she went upstairs to grab her coat. Finding it on the couch by the door, he quickly shoved a pink sticky note into a pocket before rushing back to his previous position.
"Good luck with the job hunt honey," she said pulling on her beige coat and moving over to pick up her bag.
He followed her over to the front door, giving her a quick kiss, "Good luck at work, I know you'll be amazing."
"Love you!"
"Love you too!"
The door closed and Matthew was alone.
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Stephew One Shots (MatPat x Stephanie)
FanfictionHaving noticed a lack of MatPat and Stephanie fanfiction within the Theorist community, I decided to create this collection. Some stories may be based on true events, others may be entirely fictional, and I am more than happy to accept prompts from...