Matty Healy Imagines

Back Of My Van

Word Count: 3,647
Warnings: Smut (lots of fluff too)
Summary: Young Matty, who has been ever-so-nervous to tell you he likes you, ends up finding himself situated with you in the back of his van during a party. (loosely based on Sex & Girls)

You looked gorgeous.

That was the first thing that crossed Matty's mind as he stared at you across the room. You were both at a party, some shitshow planned by a kid in Matty's neighborhood with rich parents who liked to leave for the weekends and could care less what their child got up to in their absence. Alcohol and drugs were everywhere it seemed. Having gotten high earlier in the day, Matty had chosen to go about this night with drinks. Being the eighteen year old he was, he thought getting hammered after a long day of weed sounded like a successful day. Seeing you across the room seemed to sober his hazy head.

You were beautiful, stunning in a pair of red skinny jeans and a black lace-trimmed shirt. You were sipping something from a red solo cup beside a few other girls, they all paling in comparison. He had seen you around before. You liked to hang out with your little group of friends outside of school, looking cool yet never really getting into any trouble. Matty thought you proper fit for it. He had always wanted to speak to you, but never had the chance to, nor the confidence. Sitting at this party, already tipsy, he felt like he had the chance. Taking a swig of the beer he held, he got up from his seat and made his way over.

Your eyes followed him as he approached. It intimidated Matty. He ventured forward anyway. The girls beside you stared up at him. He cleared his throat to get your full attention.

"Excuse me love," he said, voice coming out slightly slurred, "but I was wonderin'...would you care to join me outside?"

You raised your eyebrow. "For what, exactly?"

Matty swallowed hard. "I...well, em...I don't know, I-"

"Do you have any alcohol?"

He nodded. "I've got a pack of beer in my van. Well, my friend's van. We technically share it."

Standing up, you walked forward until you were a mere foot away from Matty, his eyes trained on yours. You looked him up and down before your lips turned up in a smirk. "Let's go, then."

Motivated by the thought of more alcohol to calm his nerves and finally getting to speak to you, Matty took your hand and guided you outside. He brought you up to the van he and George shared, a shabby old thing with some damage telling its age along the metal doors. It was nothing to be impressed at, even Matty knew that. He did not expect you to even have a single positive thought about the old clunker. But, he was rather proud of the back of it, which he brought you over to see. Opening up the doors to the back, he revealed a cleared out flat area in the back with bedding and, like he had mentioned, a pack of beers. You looked it over and snorted.

"Did you two seriously create a shag area in the back of your van?"

Matty's eyes widened. "No! Bloody hell, we have some decency. We take road trips a lot. You have to take turns sleeping and driving, and you sleep better if you have a proper bed. So, we made one."

You raised an eyebrow. "Sure."

"Look, I-"

Before he could speak, you had already hopped into the back. He joined you by the time your hand was pulling the first of the beers. A crisp sound filled the air as you opened the can. You sipped it, following it up with a shake of your head.

"It's warm as hell."

Matty laughed a bit at that. "What did you expect? It's sat in my van all day."