BLACKMAIL | MATT CHAMPION

PHOTO BOOTH

spring formal is tonight, and it feels like it was just yesterday, matt, asked me to go with him. i told, ian, the news and he was beyond excited for me, and i couldn't help but be excited either. he forced me to go shopping with him to find a dress for tonight, and after going to many stores we finally found the perfect one.

it's now exactly eight, and there's a knock on the front door. i get my purse that's hanging on my doorknob, and i try my best to hurry down the stairs with my heels on. i open the door to see, matt, wearing a tuxedo.

he blushes as soon as he sees me, "you look..." his words fade.

i frown, and look down at my dress, "do i look bad?"

"no, of course not!" he says nervously, "you look beautiful."

"oh, thank you." that was a little unexpected. i feel my cheeks burn, "you look nice too."

"then should we get going?" he holds out his hand for me to grab. i nod, and intertwine our fingers together.

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a little while later, we finally get to our school. matt, parks the car and then we start walking towards the entrance. from a distance, i see wesley going inside too. i haven't seen him since, matt and i, put that mousetrap on his noodle. i don't even think he's been showing up to school.

"look at him." i tap on, matt's, arm and discreetly point to welsey.

matt looks at him, "he's walking lopsided and looks busted," he faces me, "we did well."

once we get inside, we instantly see ian and the boys sitting at a table, and they look like they're having a conversation. ian, has been getting along with the boys and he really likes to hang out with them now. he doesn't put himself out there a lot either, so i'm happy that he's becoming friends with the boys.

we reach their table and all of them have a smirk on their faces. "we saved these seats for you." dom, points to two empty chairs.

we sit, and we all start to have a conversation, it's mostly about how this year is almost over. graduation is at the end of may, and it's almost time to start a new chapter of our lives.

a couple of hours later, we're all pretty tired out. we've been dancing, talking, and eating, so matt and i are taking a break to sit at the table. ameer, comes walking towards us, taking sips out of his plastic cup.

"why do people keep going over there?" matt, asks him, pointing to a corner where people keep coming in and out of this little booth.

"it's a photo booth," ameer says, and sets his cup down on the table, "you both should try it out." he grins.

i get up from my chair, "come on, let's do it!" i grab matt's arm, and pull him behind me.

we get to the photo booth, and i slide open the red curtain. i sit inside the booth, and matt sits next to me, "what should be our first pose?" i ask him.

he chuckles, "we should go for that classic bunny ears pose."

"cheesy, but i like it."

i tap on the little screen a couple times. it's asking us questions about what design we want the border to be, and if we want the pictures to come out black and white or in color. then, a timer pops up on the screen, counting down from three for our first pose.

matt and i, put up two fingers behind each other's head and smile. we take our second picture, and for that one we make a silly face. we couldn't hold in our laughter anymore, so the third one was just of us laughing. it's time for the last picture, "should we be serious for this one?" he asks me and i nod in response.

the timer counts down from three once again, and when it's get down to the last second, matt blurts, "everlee, wanna be my girlfriend?"

my eyes widen in surprise and the camera snaps our picture right at that moment. i look up at, matt, and he's smiling while waiting for my response. my lips form a smile, and i cup his face with my hands to kiss him.

i pull away and he chuckles, "i'm taking that as a yes?"

a/n:
do y'all mind if i go cry real quick