MATT’S LAST DAY —
(2nd-person POV, very cute, very domestic, very romantic)
You wake up with Matt holding you like you might disappear if he lets go.
He’s tracing patterns on your arm, soft and slow.
You’re half asleep, half sad.
He kisses the side of your head.
“Hey,” he whispers.
“Let’s make today good, okay?”
You hum and melt into him.
He smells like warmth and laundry detergent and home.
And underneath all that…
you can feel it.
He’s nervous.
Not about leaving.
About meeting your friends.
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You and Matt walk into the café hand-in-hand.
Your friends spot you instantly.
You swear you see one of them whisper,
“OHHH HE’S FINE, WHAT—”
before you even make it to the table.
Matt pretends he didn’t hear.
(His ears turn pink. He heard.)
You introduce everyone.
“Guys, this is Matt.”
He gives them this sweet, polite little wave, smiling soft.
But your friends?
They go straight into interrogation mode.
Friend #1:
“So YOU’RE the Matt we’ve been hearing about all month?”
Matt: blushing, smiling, scratching the back of his neck like a shy golden retriever
“Uh… yeah, I guess that’s me.”
Friend #2:
“You’re taller than the pictures.”
Matt laughs nervously.
He automatically reaches for your knee under the table like he needs reassurance.
You squeeze his hand.
He relaxes immediately.
They ask him everything:
• “What’s your favorite thing about her?”
• “Be honest: who caught feelings first?”
• “Do you actually like her playlist or do you just pretend to?”
• “Can you survive long distance?”
Matt answers every question soft and sincere:
• “My favorite thing? I don’t know… she just… makes me feel calm.”
• “I think I caught feelings first. She’ll deny it.”
• “Her playlist? I love it. I swear.”
• “Long distance is fine. I’d rather have her far away than not have her at all.”
Your friends look at each other like:
ohhhh he’s IN this.
Every time you talk, Matt looks at you like he’s memorizing your face.
Your friends notice.
They tease him.
“He’s staring at you like a golden retriever that found its owner again—”
Matt hides his face in his hoodie.
You’re dying.
By the end of the meet-up?
They’re obsessed with him.
They hug him goodbye like they’ve known him forever.
“Take care of her,” they say.
“I will,” Matt answers without hesitation.
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You’re in the back seat with Matt again.
He’s quieter than before.
Holding your hand.
Thumb brushing your skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch.
Your friends are up front whispering like:
“Bro they’re so cute.”
“Oh my god shut up I’m actually sad for them—”
Matt leans closer.
“You okay?” he murmurs.
“No,” you admit.
He kisses your forehead.
Soft.
Lingering.
“Me neither.”
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Your friends give him one last friendly hug, promising they’ll “keep you alive” while he’s gone.
Then it’s just you two.
He drops his bags.
Pulls you in.
Your face pressed into his chest.
His hands in your hair.
His breath shaky.
“I don’t wanna leave,” he whispers into your shoulder.
“You don’t have to…”
You know he does, but you say it anyway.
He cups your face gently, like you’re something fragile.
“Look at me,” he breathes.
You do.
His eyes are glassy.
But he’s smiling.
“I’m coming back. I swear.”
You nod, tears stinging.
“Promise?”
He leans in and kisses you—
slow, warm, full of everything he can’t say out loud.
When he pulls back:
“I love being yours,” he whispers.
“And I’m not going anywhere.”
Your friends call your name—
the final boarding call is close.
Matt grabs his bags, walks toward the security line…
then turns around one last time.
That soft, heart-aching smile.
“Bye, baby.”
He disappears behind the corner.
Your heart cracks, but in the sweetest way.
Because he’s yours.
And he’s coming back.
————-
Matt (2 min after takeoff):
We’re still on the runway and I miss you already btw
Matt (5 min later):
They’re making us put our phones on airplane mode
this is a hate crime
Matt (before shutting it off):
ok I’m turning it off now
but last thing
I love today
I love your friends
and I love you
okay bye for real 😭
(pretend I’m giving you a forehead kiss rn)
— phone goes quiet for 3 hours —
Matt (the second they land):
WE’RE DOWN
I LIVED
I SURVIVED
also I kinda hated being away from you for this long already what do I do 😭😭
Matt (2 minutes later):
Chris and Nick are literally staring at me like “why are u smiling so hard”
it’s embarrassing
I blame you
Matt:
I’ll text u when we’re at baggage claim
don’t fall asleep
actually wait
if you do I’ll just wake you up with a call
Matt (one more):
I miss you
ok bye I’m actually walking now
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(his POV but described to you — like you’re hearing it from him later)
He walks out past the arrivals gate and Chris immediately goes:
Chris:
“Bro. Why do you look like you just fell in love in a movie montage?”
Matt IMMEDIATELY looks down at the floor.
Nick raises an eyebrow.
Nick:
“Yeah… he’s in deep. Look at him. He’s SMILING. At the AIRPORT. Matt NEVER smiles at airports.”
Matt tries to act chill.
Fails.
Matt:
“Can you guys chill? I just had a really good trip.”
Chris:
“A really GOOD trip? Or a really romantic trip?”
Matt’s ears turn bright red.
Nick smacks Chris’s shoulder and goes:
Nick:
“No no shut up I wanna hear him say it.
Say it, Matt.
Say you’re in love.”
Matt:
“…I’m not doing this in public.”
Chris:
“So you are.”
Matt just groans and walks ahead, but Nick grabs his backpack and pulls him back.
Nick:
“Dude… honestly? You look happy. Like actually happy. Not like your fake ‘yeah that’s cool’ smile.”
Matt sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and finally gives in.
Matt (quietly):
“Yeah. I really like her. Like… a lot.”
Chris and Nick stare at him like proud parents.
Chris:
“Knew it.”
Nick:
“Congrats, loser.”
Then Matt’s phone buzzes.
It’s you.
He looks at it—
and the SMILE he gets?
Chris and Nick both scream “AWWWWWW” and Matt nearly throws his phone at them.
Matt:
My brothers are bullying me
congratulations
u made me soft
Matt:
anyway
I’m on my way home
call me when u can
I wanna hear your voice
