The Vampire Diaries Interracial Imagines

matt

Imagine being Matt's best friend and him confessing his feelings while prom-posing.

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As I walked with Stefan and Elena, I couldn't help but smile at how perfect they were. They always talked about each other and cared so deeply for one another I could even feel the love standing ten feet away from them. They were the one couple in the world that made me ache for a partner and a love like theirs.

I've been single for a while now  and I couldn't be happier. Having a boyfriend doesn't mean everything. Having friends and family who care about me is all that I need in this world.

Then Elena and Stefan come along and make me wish that I had my own cuddly human to spoon with while watching Dexter on Netflix.

"Can we still meet at the Grill after school or will you be too busy making googly eyes?"

Stefan laughed while Elena scrunched her face in disgust. "Are we that couple?"

"Elena, you know you're that couple. But don't feel too bad," I assured her, "if you're happy that's all that matters."

"Yes, Y/N, we can still meet at the Grill."

"Good, Stefan, because I need that vampire brain of yours to help me with chem."

I parted from the couple to get to my locker, waving goodbye as they didn't notice anything but each other. Truly it was slightly disgusting how wrapped up in each other they were, but it made sense. With as many times as Elena had her life on the line, it made sense Stefan never wanted to let her go. And then there was the whole Damon drama that really fucked their relationship up.

All I could really say about it was that I was happy the ended up together. No matter what Elena and Stefan deserved to be together.

When I opened my locker, I realized how bad I looked. My hair was all over the place, afro looking flattened and dry. Needless to say, I had to have been walking around looking like a ghetto black girl despite be taking very many precautions to look the I at least belonged in the same community just as much as all the beautiful people.

Just as I tried to fluff up my hair, the song I despised the most in the world started playing very loudly in the hall. My nose scrunched up in disgust, wondering why the administration let someone play their own music in a public school setting such as this one.

Fetty Wap's voice rang out with his annoying song. When I could no longer stand it, a growl fell from my mouth and I whipped around to find whoever was playing it. They obviously wanted to get their ass kicked today if they were going to play the worst song known to man.

Baby won't you come my way; got something I want to say.

When I whipped around, I was taken by surprise. By absolute, delightful surprise.

My blonde haired best friend stood with a boom box on his shoulder down the hall walking towards me. I would have thought this was for Caroline or some other beautiful girl, but the poser behind him saying Prom? spelled out with pictures of him and me together made me realize that this was for me. This was all for me.

Matt walked down the hall, girls standing to the side of the lockers holding their hand to their mouths, guys with their phones out, surely ready to make fun off Matt for doing something so cheesy. I even spotted Elena and Stefan standing together to the side; Stefan was probably wishing he thought of something that smart.

Matt ended his crusade in front of me, finally turning off the horrid song that I now enjoyed. His smile made me smile even wider than I already was.

"Y/N Y/L/N, will you go to prom with me?"

I was wordless. I couldn't speak. I thought that I would be attending prom solo again. I should have know my best friend would come to the rescue. I should have known Matt returned the feelings I had for him.

In all the shock, I could only smile and nod. Tears already sprung in my eyes, making everything all the more dramatic. Everyone around us cheered when they saw me nod my head so slightly.

Matt stepped forward to engulf me in his arms. As soon as his arms touched me, pink and red rose petals fell from above us on the third floor. I looked up to see Caroline and Bonnie throwing petals over the railing.

He even enlisted the help of his ex-girlfriend to ask me out.

All of it was too real. I didn't want to cry; I always said there was nothing too romantic to make me cry. Unfortunately it was one of those rare cases where I was wrong because my tears were flowing like the Mississippi River.

"Y/N, I love you. And I've loved you for a long time."

"I love you too, Matty."