BLACKMAIL | MATT CHAMPION

BRACELETS

"matt, get the fuck out of my way!" i yell at him, bumping my kart into his.

"no can do!" he yells back, and then speeds right past me, almost bumping into a little kids kart.

we race around the track one more time before it was time for us to find something else to entertain us. once we get off the karts, we walk to the exit, "what's next?" i ask him, hoping he'll say we can go on the go karts again. i really enjoyed it.

he checks the time on his phone, "i think we should head over to, joba's." he suggests.

"can we ride the go karts again before we leave?"

"we've been on them five times already." he whines.

"but every time we go back it gets better," i try to convince him, "come on, please." i tug on his arm, and he actually gives in.

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we arrive at joba's house, and matt opens the door for me, telling me to go inside first. i walk inside and it's pitch black, i flip on the light switch and i'm surprised with the boys, ian, mrs. champion, and my mom, yelling, "happy birthday!"

i smile, "you all are the best."

ian walks towards me, "did you plan this for me?" i ask him, before he even says a word.

"matt and i did," ian says, then scans around the room, "in the kitchen there's all your favorite foods, i also gave a list of your favorite songs to romil, and he made a special playlist for you." he smiles happily.

this day can't get any better.

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it's been a couple of hours of all of us just hanging out together, and mrs. champion and my mom bonding over some tv show they both watch. it's been really fun, and i don't ever want it to end.

matt and i, are sitting next to each other on a couch, and everyone else is sitting across from us. i'm intrigued by the conversation, romil and merlyn, are having. they're arguing about something that i can't even keep up with, and the rest of the boys are blurting out their inputs about the argument too. matt and i just stare at them in amusement, until he leans in and whispers something over to me, "do you wanna see your gift now?"

i nod excitedly, and we slip away from everyone and head to the backyard. no one noticed either. "alright, i've been waiting for this all day, what is it?" i start to get impatient.

he digs through his pocket, and pulls out a little bracelet that's made of colorful string and little beads, "hold out your hand." he instructs. i do as told, and he ties the bracelet around my wrist. he adjusts the beads, and i see that it spells out something. matt. it spells out matt.

i admire it, and i just can't stop staring at it. he digs through his pocket again, and pulls out another identical bracelet. he gives it to me, and tells me to help him tie it on. i wrap it around his wrist, and tie it where it isn't too tight or loose. matt, adjusts the beads on his bracelet and it spells out a name too. everlee. it says my name.

his face turns red, "i know it's stupid, but i made these so no matter how far apart we get, we'll always have a little piece of each other," he smiles, looking down at his wrist, "it took me a while to make them, i've never been good at making things."

"matt, thank you so much, i love it. it's not stupid at all." i say quietly. i'm just so fucking surprised by this.

before he says anything else, i pull him into a hug. he hugs me back, but tighter, literally almost breaking my damn back.

"alright, i can't fucking breathe here." i say out of breath.

he lets go of me slowly and laughs lightly, "oh, sorry."

i laugh too, "it's okay, but should we go back in there? they're probably wondering where we are by now." i walk away, until he grabs my hand, pulling my back.

"but we have one more thing to do." matt smirks.

"what is it?" i ask.

"did you forget about the whole wesley revenge thing?" he asks me, and his face shows disappointment.

"shit, i totally forgot about all of that. it's been a while."

he sighs, "we have to do our final mission."

i shrug, "which is?"

"putting a mousetrap on his dick, of course."

a/n:
ALL OF A SUDDEN I JUST GOT REALLY ATTACHED TO HOTTIE. I. CANT. STOP. LISTENING. TO. IT.