Misfits Oneshots/imagines (FINISHED)

Matt X Reader: more than friends?

I'm so sorry  I haven't updated in a while. 

My alarm went off as I groaned tiredly. It was time to pack for my damn school trip. I got up, grabbing  my few suitcases.

Timeskip

I walked onto the bus, not bothering to try and sit next to anyone, since I didn't have any friends. I sat in the very back, attempting to not be seen by anyone as i pulled out my earbuds, and listened to Panic! at the disco, trying to relax my slowly rising anxiety. I felt someone sit next to me. I glanced at him, quickly taking in his features before looking back at my phone. The guy had decently short hair, with glowing hazel eyes. He had kind of a sharp chin, and was honestly decently attractive. I quickly looked away once he looked back at me with a smile. I didn't wanna get into any sort of conversation at the moment. I turned down my music just in case this mystery boy wants to tell me his name. The entire ride, The boy kept glancing at me, and looking away when I'd catch him. Sometimes he'd smile at me, which, normally freaks me out, but I was strangely ok with him. 

After we got out of the bus, He was no where to be seen, and I'd probably never see him again after the trip, or even after now. How would I know if I'd ever run into him again in this trip? Why did I want to though? 

Some "adults" walked us into the building, which seemed to be something of a hotel. 

"Ok, so, Each of you will have two roommates, deal with them, you can't get away from them, and you'll be stuck together for three days straight, or more."

The guy explained, as some other girl was assigning us in groups of three. This was gonna be one hell of a ride for me, the one who has no friends and most likely will never have friends.

"Y/n Y/l/n, You are assigned with Bordie Maxwell, and Matt Smith."

The lady guided me over to the two. One of them was the guy on the bus. and the other was a short girl with pink hair, and brown eyes. I awkwardly put my hands in my pockets as i stood next to them. I could feel the eyes of Matt burning into my skin. It made me kind of nervous, so i snapped at him quietly.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me, or are you gonna tell me where the hell our room is like everyone else?"

He seemd a bit taken back.

"oh, sorry. Here. Our room is number 452. uh, do you wanna come with me to pick beds and such?"

I nodded, not wanting to verbally speak. His voice was smooth like butter, i couldn't stop thinking about it after he was done talking. Even if I didn't know him, even if i didn't like him, I'd listen to his voice for hours if I could. 

"I'm gonna go stop by Starbucks, you two want anything?"

Bordie asked.

"Chocolate Mocha with whipcream maybe"

I asked quietly.

"Alright, you got it. Matt?"

She asked, turning to Matt.

"uh, 16 ounce hot Vanilla Chai Tea."

"ah you bitch, you want it just because you know I hate ordering it. Whatever, you'll get it in a couple hours. Bye guys."

Bordie said, walking away. Matt turned to me, gently smiling at me with his warm hazel eyes, and peach colored lips. He started walking slightly, signalling for me to follow him. As we were walking  toward an elevator, he turned to me, looking me up and down. 

"I really like your glasses, it looks good with the sweater."

I blushed lightly, not used to getting compliments. I put my sleeves over my face to cover my blush after quietly squeaking out a thank you. He opened the door for me when we made it to the room. I sat my suitcase down, and sighed, realizing that there was only one bed.