#butterflyeffct

I. Just friends.

     Hannah was his friend. Best friend, as a matter of fact. The     hung out quite often, and Matt always found himself getting     along so much better with Hannah and the other girls than     any of the guys in their group. It should’ve come as no     surprise when Matt slowly began to develop a tiny crush     on Hannah, but he wouldn’t show it. They were just friends.     He didn’t want to ruin that. Still, he’d find himself cuddling     with her on the couch, giving her hugs that lasted longer     than normal, and holding hands occasionally. Still, he’d     never kissed her, until one night on a whim.     “Night, Han. We’re still on for tomorrow, right?”     And that’s when he’d leant down and kissed her on the     cheek. He’d surprised even himself with that, but he’d     convinced himself that it was a friendly kiss and nothing     more than that.

II. Cuddles.

     Movie nights at the Washington household were some of     Matt’s favorite nights. It was usually just him and Hannah.     Sometimes there’d be others with them, but on nights like     tonight where it was just the two of them, Matt always     found that he liked them the most.     They always watched a multitude of things and the movie     now was more of a comedy. It earned a few chuckles     from Matt here and there, and it also happened to be one     later movies in the night, around the same time they     tended to start drifting off.     This time Hannah had been the first to go, and Matt only     noticed when she’d stopped responding to his questions     and comments. They were cuddled together, with Hannah’s     head resting against Matt’s chest and their arms wound     around one another.     A faint smile formed on Matt’s lips and he tilted his head     toward’s Hannah’s, lips pressing lightly into her soft hair;     kissing the top of her head.

III. I dread the thought of our very first kiss.

     They weren’t completely official yet. They at least knew of     each others’ feelings now, but they were taking things slow;     seeing how things went. Matt wanted to actually ask her out     on a date first, before anything else. Unsurprisingly, Hannah     agreed and he took her out to one of the nicer restaurants--     Greek, probably. It was relatively new, and why not give it     a shot? Hannah didn’t seem to mind anyway.     Fast forward to the end of said date, and luckily enough,     things had gone rather smoothly. Matt was feeling pretty     good about it, still glowing as he walked Hannah to her     door. He hesitated then, the confidence he’d felt from     before slowly beginning to fade into nervousness. Was     it even acceptable to kiss on the first date? This was a     a bit of a ‘special’ occasion, right? It didn’t abide by the     same ‘rules’, did it?    Well, Matt went for it anyway, fingers crossed that he     wasn’t about to fuck this up for either of them.     Imagine his surprise when Hannah actually returned      the kiss as opposed to pulling away. It sent a warmth     throughout his chest, and he eventually had to pull     away after a few seconds. Though as he did, he     couldn’t mask the wide grin that had begin to spread     out across his lips.     “Good night, Han.”

IV. The sweetest of dreams.

     Hannah and Matt were huddled together on the couch,     cuddling under the blankets, and hardly able to keep     their eyes open as the credits began to roll.     A light yawn passes Matt’s lips and he’s so close to her     that the tips of their noses are just barely brushing. He     smiles lazily at her, bringing up a hand to brush any stray     strands of hair from her eyes, and takes the opportunity to     lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead.

V. Happy New Year.