Serena's POV
"I'm covered in paint." I laughed.
"Lets go back to my place, and clean up." he smiled.
"Your place?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yes my place... you can just wear my clothes." he kissed my cheek leading me back to his car.
"So Matthew Will be chef Matthew." he said opening the door. He ran around the car.
"Chef Matthew." I laughed.
"It's catchy!" he shrugged.
We jamed out to Troye's EP on the way to his place. We pulled up to an apartment building in the middle of L.A. We walked out, and up to his place.
"Nice building."
"Wait till you see the actual place." he smiled.
"So... lets do this!" We walked into his place.
"This is so cute!" I walked around it. It's like a little house... well yeah kinda like the one I'm in.
"So I want to cook for you, but I'm guessing you want to shower." he chuckled. I walked to the couch, and set my purse there.
"Yeah dry paint it weird." I laughed.
"Want to take a shower together, and save water." he winked.
"Where is your bathroom?" I rolled my eyes.
"Come with me." he mummbled. He grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the back room.
He handed me some shorts, and his shirt.
"Perfect." I said sarcastically. I smiled, and took them, "I'll be out soon." I walked into his restroom, and locked the door.
I sighed, and touched my hair.
Andrea is going to kill me.
..
I walked out, and saw him in the kitchen.
"I really hope it's good." I laughed walking next to him. He gave me a smile.
"I'm pretty sure it'll be great." he assured, "you take forever in the shower." he chuckled.
"I had to wash up with your shit." I frowned.
"You smell like me!" he laughed, "you look great in my clothes too." he smiled nudging me.
"You know Andrea is going to kill me." I laughed.
"I'm pretty sure she won't you're adorable." he smiled. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm here for food I hope you know that." I crossed my arms. He looked at me, and smiled.
"I had a feeling." he chuckled.
"So... is it done yet?" I asked. I propped my self up sitting on the counter next to Matt.
"Hey food goes there." he said sternly. He set a pan in the oven, and walked in front of me. He walked in between my legs, and kissed my nose.
"Suck my ass." I said seriously.
"Okay," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes, and swung my legs back and forth.
"No." I shook my head.
"Whatever my ass is better than yours." He rolled his eyes.
"That's true, and it makes me really sad..." I chuckled.
"Can't hide from the basic facts!" he sang. My hand went down to his butt.
"For real though I'm cry." I said slapping it a little. He laughed, and kissed my cheek.
"You have a nice ass." he assured, "it's just mine is better." he shrugged.
"I really hate you at the moment." I pulled back crossing my arms.
"Okay go sit at the table. We'll discuss important stuff like our butts at the table." He said. I rolled my eyes, and jumped off the counter.
I sat, and waited for him. I examined my chipped black nail polish.
"Okay..." he walked out with a pan. I laughed shaking my head., "so I haven't tried it yet, but I dunno." he shrugged. He handed me a plate, and smiled sitting next to me.
"So what is this?" I asked him.
"It's a chicken casserole you know." he answered, "it was an attempted at least." he laughed.
"Aww," I laughed along with him. I grabbed a fork, and looked at him, "I'm sure it's great." we both took a bite, and I gagged a little to myself.
"Yeah no this is not good." He shook his head. I nodded my head, and spit it onto a napkin. We laughed together, and looked at it.
"It tasted like shit." I said.
"Yup," he nodded his head.
"You tried so that's good." I smiled.
"I'm going to order pizza." he said pulling out his phone.
"Smart." I chuckled. I pushed the plate back, and laughed a little.
"Check my recent tweet." he smiled.
"I still get notifications." I laughed. I pressed it, and went to the tweet.
Attempted to cook for bae, but faild. So we're getting pizza :))
"You literally tweet about your life 24/7." I chuckled, "I've also seen inderects to me acouple times." I chuckled.
"You're on my mind sometimes." he blushed.
"Okay... well," I looked down not knowing what to say, "So uhh... what you get on the pizza?" I asked.
"Your favorite." he smiled.
"Thanks." I smiled. I rested my hand on the back of my neck.
He grabbed my other hand, and squeezed it a little. I smiled looking at our hands. He smiled at me widley, and looked at his phone real quick.
""your fans are going crazy wondering who bae is." I laughed looking at his tweets to him.
"Can I tell them?" he asked.
"We're not realy dating." I chuckled.
"Well this is a date, to technically we are dating." he smiled, "and you're the one in collage." he shook his head.
"Shut up I hate you." I glared.
"Hate is such a strong word." he shook his head.
"You're okay then." I rolled my eyes.
"Can I tell them it's you?" he asked once more. He pulled up his phone and snuck a picture of me that I saw; I chose to ignore it.
"Matt..."I let go of his hand, and sighed, "we're not dating... we're just friends." I shrugged.
"Friends who randomly make out?" he chuckled. I smiled, and looked at him.
"Friends who like to have fun," I corrected, "and also we're just not boyfriend, and girlfriend so soon at least. We're going to take this slow, and I really would like to be friends first."
"Yeah I understand."
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