#boldsy

includes :: matt x user (?)

no warnings !

where matt bumps into user and spills his drink all over her, they somewhat hit it off.

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you had never heard of Matt Boldy. your friend was gushing about some upcoming party and how he and his friends would be there.

she look absolutely astonished when you said you hadn’t ever heard of the guy. you remember her words distinctly. “you have never met Matt?” she scoffed at you. “never even heard of him?” she scoffed again then assured you that you had to meet him.

well, it’s now the night of the party. it wasn’t anything crazy, it was at one of your friends’ friends house and it was casual attire. your friend drives up to the house where what seems like a million cars are parked. she parks down the street.

while you two are walking to the house, she asks, “are you drinking tonight?” you figured you could be the sober driver tonight, i mean, she had done lots of driving for you. “no, probably not tonight.” you answer her.

when you two get into the house, you blink and your friend is immediately whisked away. what a surprise. it was frustrating. you couldn’t find a single person you’ve talked to, atleast seen!

you find yourself at a little makeshift bar. was there anyone to talk to? while your embarrassingly zoning out, watching people dance you get bumped.

a very cold, gold liquid completely ruins your outfit. you gasp, you hadn’t even seen the person who had bumped into you. “what the hell!” you huff, upset your pretty outfit is completely soaked with beer—or punch, or whatever it is!

“oh my god!” a voice speaks, a man’s voice. you look up to his face. he had beautiful dirty blond curls. pretty blueish-gray eyes. you stop yourself from staring when he speaks again. “jesus, your outfit. i am so so sorry.”

his friends laugh behind him and his cheeks turn a soft pink. you look back down at your outfit, your shirt wet and sticking to your frame. your nose scrunched slightly at the stench you now have.

the guy blinks down at your shirt. “y’know-” he starts and then pulls his hoodie off. he’s wearing a plain white shirt, and shit, he looks good. jeez, you’re getting ahead of yourself.

he holds out the green hoodie for you, which you now realize has the states professional hockey team on it. the number twelve is on the sleeve. this guy must be a minnesota wild fan.

“oh,” you take it, it was better than people seeing you marinate in beer the whole night. “thank you, uh,” you pause awkwardly. he cuts you off before you can say another word.

“Matt,” he tells you, then a little sheepishly he adds in, “Boldy.”

so this was the guy your friend wanted you to meet so badly? him spilling beer on you wasn’t a very good first impression. “And you are..?” he trails off.

now you feel a little sheepish. you tell him your name and he tilts his head to the side. “really?” he asks, and you nod. “that’s— i mean, my friend talks nonstop about you.” he explains. you blink. “mine too.”

after a little bit you two get into a chatter, just small talk. then your friend stumbled over. she was wildly drunk. “oh em gee!!” she calls both your names. she wraps you in a hug. “awww, my bessfriend!” she coos at you.

matt chuckles a little at you two, and you feel mildly embarrassed. “awww ‘nd you’re wearing hishoodie!!” she exclaims, sort of saying ‘his hoodie’ as one word. you feel the blush on your cheeks.

“why ‘re you wearing hishoodie?” she asks you, peeling off of you to look at matt. “well,” you start, but matt cuts you off. “because i was stupid,” he looks at you for a second, before returning his blueeyed gaze to your friend. “and bumped into her.”

my friend scoffs. “that isss ‘tupid!” she huffs at matt, and he chuckles.

-

the night passed by stupidly long. matt had been sucked away to his friends and so had your only friend here. but the party was ending, thankfully.

half of the people are left, and your friend waddles over to you. “hiii!!” she squeaks.

you explain to her that it’s time to go home, and after a bit of spilled tears she finally gives in. before you can walk out the door, matt calls your name. you turn and he quickly jogs over.

“matttt!” your friend giggles. matt gives her a smile before turning back to you. “hi,” he greets you two. you could tell he found himself a little dumb because he quickly moves on.

“i was just wondering if i could give you my number.” he blurts. you blink, flustered by the request. “uh, yeah of course!” you pull your phone out of your…his hoodie. and hand the phone over to him.

“here,” you say, pulling the hoodie over your head. “thanks a lot, for letting me borrow your-” he cuts you off. jeez, was he good at cutting you off. “nono,” he shakes his head, handing you your phone. “keep it,” he says, then adds quickly, “it’s my apology.” you giggle at that.

“okay then, thanks a lot,” you say, then your friend blurts out. “bye mattt!!”

-

you’re laying in bed when you get a text.

guy who spilled beer on me