Our Crazy, Stupid Love | Magcon Fanfic

Love? Maybe.

      I wake up to a bouquet of flowers sitting on my dresser. A note is tied around the pink carnations, it reads: Samantha, I had fun with you last night. Let's do it again sometime? - Matthew
P.S. If you're wondering I snuck this into your room while you were sleeping, you looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you
P.P.S. I hope you didn't get into any trouble ❤

I read the note, smiling from ear to ear. Is this love? Does he feel the same way? I close my eyes holding the note close to my chest. I pick up my phone to see there are 5 new messages, from... Matthew
Message (1) 2:30am - Hey, wanna go to the movies with me?
Message (2) 3:40am - Um... How about dinner?
Message (3) 4:00am - Am I waking you?
Message (4) 4:02am - I think, I'm in love with you
Message (5) 4:30am - Answer when you can. What I said, its the truth.
    I blink reading the 4th message over and over again. I run downstairs and put the carnations in a vase, my parents are still asleep as I cut the ends of the flowers off. A creak comes from upstairs I sprint to see what it is, as I walk into my room a gust of wind shoots towards me. The window is open and my curtains fly forward. "Helloooo?" I twirl my hair nervously, "Please, if someone is pulling a prank this isn't funny." I sigh. Suddenly Matthew jumps out from behind the door and kisses me, holding my hair. I pull away shocked, Matthew backs up hands in a defending pose. I gape at him, "We... I barely know you. I think... Do you really love me?" I close my eyes and shut the door behind me. He smiles, "Maybe."

      I run towards him grabbing his hair, we kiss for a long time our breaths mixing together. He carries me over to the bed and for a while we cuddle together without saying words. I break the silence by saying,"Do you want waffles" He smiles, "You're so unpredictable, how'd you know I love waffles?" I laugh, "Wild guess. But you'll have to stay upstairs, my parents can't see you." I smile from ear to ear and trott downstairs.  I come back upstairs with waffles and whip cream. Matthew grins as he picks up the whipped cream. He puts his hands on the nosil, "Come here." He wraps his arm around me and shakes the cannister. He squirts it out onto my nose, I let out a squeal, "Matt!!" He laughs at me as I rip the can from his hand, "It was a joke. Just a joke!" I giggle, "Too late now!" I spill it out onto his face, "Not the hair, not the hair!" We laugh together for a long time. Is it love? Maybe.