Really frickin important a/n at the end. And should I do a part two?

Matthew hummed quietly to himself as he strolled down the dwindling high school hallway. Class had only let out about five minutes ago but nearly everyone had gone, except Matthew. He had stayed late to help his teacher pack up the class before he left. Matthew had always been kind and couldn't help but want to help the poor man who was practically tearing his hair out because he was going to be late to pick up his kids.

Matthew's gait slowed when he heard soft classical music playing from a nearby classroom. He stopped humming and followed the distinct tune to one of the art classroom. The sound of high pitched violins hit Mathew quite hard when he moved to stand in the wide open door. And to him, the sight was breathtaking.

The room was lit with only the sunlight streaming from the window. The rays lit up the gorgeous girls face as she sat on a small stool with a canvas in front of her and a paint brush in hand. Her hands carefully moved across the canvas as her lips pouted in concentration. Matthews breath was stolen away from him as he took in the beautiful girl, noticing the paint splatters on her overall shorts and white shirt. Her natural curls tied up in a cute ponytail, and the beautiful contrast of her skin and shirt which made Matthew wonder what they would look like together.

Matthew leaned on the frame of the door watching her for a bit longer. She looked so beautiful as she concentrated on her artwork, her brush skillfully swiping across the the slowly filling page. Matthew waited until she put the brush down to check her progress before he spoke.

"It looks great." He said slowly, tilting his head to look a her. She squealed and snapped her hard to look at him. She placed a hand on her rapidly rising chest and gave Matthew a stern look.

"Jesus Christ." She muttered before standing up and brushing of her clothes. Matthew laughed and pushed himself off the doorframe and headed towards her. He followed her as she moved to the sink placed in the corner of the room. He didn't say anything as she turned on the tap and pumped some soap into her comparatively small hands. It was silent as the water gushed from the faucet and on the her hands, making soft splashing noises.

"Paint me like on of your French girls." Matthew blurted jokingly giving the adorable girl in front of him a wink. Her cheeks rose as laughter bubbled from her lips. Her head dropped as she laughed and she leant her weight on the edge of the sink. When she looked up again only a moment later Matthew was teasingly pulling at the collar of his shirt raising an eyebrow at her.

"Nononono..." She mumbled moving her slightly dripping hands to his. She grabbed them and pushed them away, stopping his attempts to take off his shirt. The moment seemed to freeze as she lifted her head to look at the taller boy who was already looking at her and locked eyes. Her hands lingered on his chest as she blinked up at him.

"Joy, my name's Joy." She mumbled leaning towards his face. Matthew sighed and leaned down until his lips brushed against hers.

"Matthew." He muttered before locking his lips with hers. It was a soft and gentle first kiss as her plump lips collided with his. Matthew smiled into the kiss as he moved his hands down to her hips and gripped the belt loops of the overall shorts.
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"Matt don't hold the brush like that." Joy scolded grabbing the paintbrush from his hands. Matthew pouted and slumped his shoulders as he watched Joy grab different bucket of paint.

After the kiss the two talked for a bit before the janitor had stumbled across the two faux ballroom dancing to the classical music. The janitor had awkwardly cleared his throat as Matthew dipped Joy which cases his his to stumble and dropped her on the floor but she pulled him with her. When the two recovered from a giggle attack they told the poor man that they would be out in ten minutes. In those ten minutes a few kisses were shared and Matthew had mustered the courage to ask Joy out. Blushing like mad, of course.

And now here the two of them were in Matthew's empty bedroom, repainted the plain thing as their first date. Joy had shown up at his house with a huge duffle bag of painting supplies and a huge smile to greet his mom. Matthew's mom welcomed her into the house, but not before she asked politely to touch her curls that she had let down. Matthew was pleasantly surprised when she burst through the door of his room about an hour early in a huge denim print button down and shorts that were just barely visible under the long shirt.

"Then how?" Matthew whined. Joy just laughed at him before turning away and rolling her brush in the dark blue paint. Joy didn't realize her mistake until she felt a splatter against her neck. She turned with wide eyes to look the Matthew who was innocently whistling and avoiding her gaze. Joy playfully growled before taking her roller and moving behind Matthew. He craned his head to look at her curiously but he kissed his neck and moved his head beck so it was facing away from her. She grinned devilishly before taking her roller and rolling the whole brush down his back, laughing when he jumped up in shock.

"You little..." He started but got cut off by a splatter of paint flying towards him. Joy had flicked her actual paint brush at him and was now doubled over with laughter because of his now orange dotted brown hair. Matthew didn't respond he only grabbed the can of black paint and the closest paint brush before attacking. Joy did the same and soon enough the two of them were covered in paint and giggling uncontrollably.

"Matthew I heard some-Oh my." Mathews mom gasped at the two teenagers in front of her. She blinked a few times before sighing and looking around the room. The pre painted black walls looked nice with splattered blue and orange on them.

"It looks nice at least." She said glancing back at the two who had creeped closer together and Matthew's arm was now slung across Joy's shoulder. "Just clean up afterwards." And with that she walked out of the room muttering about teenagers these days.
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About eight months into the relationship was when Joy and Matthew had sort of announced their relationship. Well they didn't announce it, a teacher caught the two giving each other light pecks in the back of the classroom instead of listening to the lesson. Like very evil teacher does, she asked them to explained and Matthew just blatantly said the two were a couple.

A few wolf wistles erupted from the class and a few claps but the witch, I mean teacher silenced them all with stern glares and strict warning at Matthew to keep the PDA down. At that was the start of the two's public and popular relationship. Every kiss they shared caused hushed whispers and multiple aww's.

So many people idolized their cute and carefree relationship and a few other interracial couples 'came out' after they did. But to be completely honest Matthew and Joy didn't even take notice of their color difference except for when certain people commented on it. It happened quite often but it always went in through one ear and out the other.

"Caught jungle fever did ya?" Ryan laughed as Matthew and Joy walked hand in hand to their last class together, which was 6th period chemistry. Matthew always joked, 'we've always had chemistry together'. The two quickly broke their conversation and turned their attention to Ryan, he clearly needed it.

"I'd like to think that I fell in love." Matthew said, squeezing Joy's hand. She smiled and kissed his cheek in affection. Ryan rolled his eyes and continued making stupid comments and and asking questions as he followed the two to chemistry.

"Does he not have anything better to do?" Joy whispered as she leaned closer to her boyfriend. He laughed and held her hand tighter.

"No, I don't think so." He laughed loudly and swung their hands back and forth as they entered the class. The two smiled at the young teacher who stares at their joined hands with a smile on her face. Class wasn't going to start for another five minutes so the two sat at the back of the classroom and quietly talked for a while, sharing loving glances and short, chaste kisses. Matthew was in the middle of telling Joy about how his brother was being deployed into the army when Trinity walked up to the two.

Trinity was one of those people who were the literal definition of stereotypes. Even though she lived in a nice neighborhood and had a wealthy family she was intent on acting like she was from ghetto. That didn't never sat well with Joy because that was a culture and people struggle daily, but Trinity always took advantage of what she had.

"So you're one of those black girls. To good for your own race, huh?" Trinity said in her obviously fake accent. Joy look apologetically at Matthew, sorry for his brother and the fact that he couldn't finish his story, before she looked up at Trinity. The smug look Trinity was sending her was making her feel on edge but Joy knew that this wouldn't end baldly because class was nearly about to start.

"No, I don't care what color his skin is, and to be honest what mine or anyone else's is. Love is love, people are people." Joy said strongly before averting her attention Matthew. "Continue." She said softly.

Matthew started talking again but was rudely cut off by Trinity again. "Don't get smart with me, he probably doesn't even like you for you. He's just using you so he can brag to his friends about being with a black girl." She sneered glaring daggers at Matthew. Something in Matthew snapped when she said that and he quickly tried to stand up and confront her but Joy stopped him.

It was silent in the class, other that Matthew's heavy breathing, as most everyone gaped at Trinity. Joy didn't feel anger, nor did she feel deflated because she was sure Matthew loved her but she felt pity because this wasn't just something Trinity was saying to get under her skin.

"Trinity, did..." Joy gulped and glanced over at Ryan. "Did that happen to you?" She asked warily, not sure if she was going to lash out at her. Trinity bit her lip and looked away before rushing out of he classroom, Ryan looking down guilty as ever.

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I'm turning the blurbs into imagine btw.
Okay, if you don't want to hear the whole story, my dads twin sister died.
For those of you who actually want to hear about my dysfunctional family get ready because there is a shit ton of drama.

So both of my parents are twins my mom has a twin brother and my dad a twin sister. Recently my mother just repaired the relationship with her twin because he'd been spreading shit about our family around and our family was just falling apart but just last week we fixed it. And now my dad's twin died. So it's kind of hard on my family and I might not be updating as frequently as before. I hope you understand.
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