Matthew, Still.

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MATTHEW

I just woke up. Like yesterday, a very sunny morning. I remembered, today's a Monday! I quickly looked at the clock.

"SHIT!"

It's 7:30 already?

"Why didn't she wake me up?"

Oh, sweet Lord.

"I'm gonna kill the heck out of you, Court!"

I washed myself then grabbed the clothes she ironed for me last Friday.

I almost got out when I remembered to bring my phone.

"7:35. I'll get there by 7:50 if I'm lucky."

I'm really sleepy but I managed to see what's on the table.

There's my lunch, and of course, a note.

"Classic Court."

I read it, and it said: DON'T WANT TO WAKE YOU UP 'CAUSE YOU LOOKED TIRED, SCUMBAG. DON'T GET MAD BECAUSE I FINISHED YOUR HOMEWORK IN CALC. –COURT XOXO

Just because of that, I laughed. I don't know why, because every day, she leaves a note for me, but those always made me smile even if I'm in my worst. That's her magic, I guess? She don't even know that she gives me butterflies.

That naïve, ignorant girl don't even know that I like her.

I better move now, or else, I'll be late.

-8:55 AM-

I am still in the cab, because of this damn traffic. In five minutes, I'll be late. Shit.

My phone vibrated, so I checked it, and smirked when I saw the name of the person who texted me.

COURTNEY >.< : Where the hell are you? Classes are about to begin. Quick!

Then I looked at the inserted picture she sent.

It's a selfie.

For a moment, I stared at her face.

She is Courtney Green, 17 years old. 176 cm height, 47 kg weight. Pale white skin, rosy cheeks and pink lips. Her eyes are tan, and her hair dye's brunette, with a length of 17 inches. She is good, good. Top of her class, athletic, boyish (prefers pants than skirts) and respectful. But there's one thing I hate the most: boys will always be around her. She never had a time where she doesn't have a boyfriend.

Worst is, she asks me every time, for reference.

Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to date her. Yes, we're always together, but not the way I wanted to. People who don't know us are mistaken because they thought we are dating. I always said this to myself every time that happens: I wish.

Day by day, I think of ways on how to confess to her, and I think I thought of every way a man would: Just tell it when you're together, make dinner then tell, kiss and tell, get mad and tell, tell when you're drunk and many more. But every time, every fucking time I try to do one of those, things get in the way. For instance, her boyfriend, assignments, plans with someone else, and even Joey, her cute fucking dog.

We're neighbors, our parents aren't always around, she sometimes sleeps at my house, but I can't say these 3 shitty words: I like you. They're killing me, every day. Knowing that she won't be coming home with me, that someone else is waiting outside the classroom to have dinner with her, that someone is kissing her. That should be me, you know?

This time, I won't care even if she has dinner plans or her dog is sick or whatever. I'll do it. I've practiced this for like, five years now, so it won't kill me to try, right? After classes, I'll walk her to this sushi store that she likes, then walk her home and tell her. I'll tell her that I like her. I don't care if things will get awkward tomorrow, or if she would not care. I will ask her out.

You can do this, Matthew.

I replied to her: I'm almost there. Just wait.

Swiftly, she replied: don't make me wait too long, scumbag.

Just stay there, Court. I'll go to you. I'll run towards you, so just stay where you are.

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