//A/N:
Thank you for 1,000 reads! This may be the last chapter! I may do a chapter after this just to wrap things up. Or I may in this chapter! Or maybe it'll take a few more chapters. Who knows?
I WILL BE MAKING A SECOND BOOK, THOUGH! The 2nd will be more descriptive and well written! Thanks for reading this, though!\\
-Two Years Later-
I woke up to Matt wrapped around my waist and his legs covering my hips. I laughed a bit, breaking free.
I swung my legs to the side of the bed and swooped my phone into my hands. I had a bunch of notifications from Ryan.
Eliry Magoober- Hey, Mark and I are out getting groceries.
Eliry Magoober- Maybe going out somewhere to eat too.
Eliry Magoober- Idk. We'll be back around 9.
Eliry Magoober- Sorry for spamming you with messages! Love you.
I texted him back.
I.L: Totally fine with me. Take as long as you want! Love you, too!💕
I saw Matt slowly rise out of the bed, rubbing his eyes.
"Why hello there, Matt." I said. I kissed his forehead.
Matt croaked out a "Hey."
I giggled. "You're adorable when you're tired."
I sat down on the floor in front of him and crossed my legs. He looked down at me from the bed. A smile leaked onto his face. He rubbed my head and stood. "You can still sleep, if you want. There's no rush." I said.
"No," Matt stopped to yawn. "I probably should."
He opened the bedroom door and went to the bathroom.
I rushed downstairs and got the pancake mix.
Matt loves buttermilk.
Do we have buttermilk?
WHERE'S THE BUTTERMILK?!
After some minutes of opening and closing cupboards, I found the pancake mix.
I poured it into the bowl, added a few more ingredients, and put them into a pan.
I gave myself a thumbs up for not spilling anything.
I heard Matt's footsteps come downstairs.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?" He asked. I giggled a bit. "A little pancakes never hurt anybody." He said, trying to reenact the cyndago video.
I grabbed the pan and jerked it toward him, indicating throwing the pancakes onto him. He screeched and fell onto the floor. His hands clawed in front of his face. We shared a laugh before the pancakes were finally done.
"Where are Ryan and Mark?" He asked as I took the pancakes off of the stove.
"Shopping." I replied, handing him his pancakes. "Thank you." Matt said. Matt lifted his fork up. He looked at me and pointed his fork towards my direction. "Buttermilk?" He guessed. "Uh-huh!" I replied. Matt whispered a victory "yes" to himself and dug in.
Matt moaned as he ate his pancakes.
"Do you get turned on by pancakes?" I asked him. He laughed a bit. "They're fucking good." He muffled through the pancakes. "Don't talk with your mouth full." I giggled.
Matt chewed with his mouth open, just to bother me. "Matt I will spit my pancakes onto your plate."
He closed his mouth and continued to eat. I giggled. I took out my phone and took a picture of him, fork in his mouth.
Pancakes.
I captioned the picture and put it on Instagram.
Matt got a notification.
He smiled.
I then got a notification.
Instagram: matthwatson commented:
BOI HE BOUT TO DO IT
I giggled.
"You nut." I said as I stood up.
"Gonna get ready for the day."
I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
"M'kay, Iris." I heard him say from downstairs.
I smiled as I continued upstairs.