CWBIL Imagines

Imagine 2~ClayXMatt

~ClayXMatt Imagine requested by ManOfSparkles

~SMUT WARNING~

~Servin' y'all some Mattyo tea today HUNTIES~

It was 12:47am.

And here I am.

Watching old Grey's Anatomy episodes and eating cookies my mom bought 2 for 1 at Costco.

Bless Costco in all of its glory.

I'm snuggled up in a blanket with my head sticking out of the top. Both of my hands snuck out beneath the covers to allow me access to the cookies near me. And embarrassingly enough the whipped cream can I have to coat my cookies with.

Please ignore the two empty cans in the small trash can next to my desk.

I was in the middle of an episode when my phone 'pinged.' I ignored it at first but it alerted me two more times. I groaned and rolled over to my nightstand, grabbing my phone in my free hand. I unlocked it as I licked some of the whipped cream off of my finger and saw I had three texts from...Matt?

Mattyo:

hey Clay

Said one.

Can I come over?

Said two.

I need a friend right now. Things with me and Cassie aren't good right now.

Said three and made us SHOOK.

I immediately texted him to come over but soon realized that there was no way for him to get in without waking up Brenda.

Goddamn bReNdA ruining my therapy sessions.

I was about to text him when I saw he had already sent me a message that he was here.

Shit.

I pressed the dial button and called him. He answered on the first ring.

       "Hey Clay I'm here," He spoke with a hoarse voice. He had been crying.

Double shit.

       "Um...listen I can't let you in through the front door or the back because my mom will wake up," I spoke quickly as the guilt ate away at me. I heard him sigh and I waited a moment for him to speak.

       "Give me a second," He bluntly spoke and then hung up.

I stared down at my phone with my eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. But soon enough I heard a rustling from outside.

A murderer.

Was the first thing that came to my mind. I immediately grabbed the thing closest to me which was an empty whipped cream can.

Can do some real damage with that Clay. For sure.

Note the sarcasm in my thoughts.

I dove onto the floor. Literally my ass dove.

Your bitch was sprawled like a goddamn beached whale behind my bed right now.

I heard the window start to be pulled open and I immediately jumped up and threw the can towards the window. I heard a faint 'ow' and I peeked out from behind my bed. I widened my eyes and soon my fear turned to guilt again as I saw Matt rubbing his head. The only thing illuminating him was my computer screen which still showed a MerDer kiss scene.