#mattjosh

matt isn’t really sure why he’s at this party. well, technically, he does know–ashley was too anxious to go by herself, and he loves her too much to say no to her big doe eyes, but there isn’t really a reason for him to be here beyond that. most of the people here are the grade above him, at least, and ash is only here for chris.

matt’s here for ash, ash is here for chris, chris is here because he’s josh’s best friend, and josh–josh is really drunk.

matt slumps on the couch, watching josh washington gesticulate wildly. he’s in his element, really, entertaining a crowd. almost everyone is too drunk or high to care that his jokes are getting progressively louder and less clever.

ashley is sitting on the other couch, a respectable distance from chris, and giggling at something he said. matt grins. he can tell that chris puts her at ease.

he looks away from them, and–

–josh is looking right at him. his eyes are, like, super blue. he’s wearing a flannel with light blues in it, too, and–

–matt tears his eyes away, feeling a little warm. mike, emily, and sam are in the kitchen with hannah. mike’s poking through the fridge while emily looks for more drinks and the other girls sit on the counter.

beth and jess pass by from behind him, heading that way too, and matt is in the middle of his mental headcount when he feels someone sit next to him.

josh.

“hey.” 

matt turns, blinking. he wishes his cup wasn’t empty so he could hide in it. “hey, uh, josh, great party.”

josh grins. “thanks, man. glad you and ashley came.”

he can feel how warm josh is just from sitting next to him. he clears his throat, wiping his hands on his jeans. he can’t explain why he’s so flustered. “i—i think mike is raiding your fridge, if you’re. concerned, about that?”

“nah, he’s fine.” josh looks amused. he plucks the empty cup out of matt’s hand and starts fiddling with it. “so, a little birdie told me you made varsity.”

that surprises a laugh out of matt. “yeah, i did. who’s the birdie?” he didn’t really think josh still kept up with the football team.

“shhh,” josh grins, putting a finger to his lips. “it’s a secret. okay, fine, it was totally beth. are you pumped?”

matt laughs again, and josh’s grin broadens. “yep. totally pumped.”

“damn straight,” josh says in a heavy southern accent. he drops it almost immediately, but his words are still a little slurred. “seriously, man, varsity’s a big deal. you prob’ly worked your ass off. you should be proud.”

matt’s still feeling warm, and he’s running out of excuses for it. he glances at ashley, who is deep in conversation with chris, and drums his fingers on his knee. “hell yeah i did. it’s gonna be a great season.”

josh throws matt’s cup in the air and fumbles the catch, letting it drop to his lap. “guess i gotta make it out to a game, then. show some school spirit. me n’chris can paint our chests, or something.”

matt snorts. “i’d pay to see that.”

josh chuckles, stifling a burp behind his fist, then holding it out for matt to shake. “pleasure doing business with you.”

matt wrinkles his nose, but something about the way josh is looking at him makes him shake his hand anyway. he finds himself smiling. “guess i’ll have to win for you, then.”

josh grins, glancing at the group in the kitchen. he drops the cup in matt’s lap and pats his shoulder. “that’s my guy.” 

he stands up and stretches, and matt is steeling himself to watch josh walk away and get his heart to calm down, when–

“–c’mon, mr. varsity, let’s get you a refill.” 

matt blinks. “what?”

“would you rather stay here n’listen to our dates fumble around each other?”

matt looks at ashley again, almost longingly, but she waves him off with sparkling eyes.

great. she had ammunition, now.

the last thing he’d expected from this party.

“i guess not,” matt said, and josh’s grin was so wide matt was reminded of just how drunk he was.

josh stumbled on the way to the kitchen, and matt’s hands flew to his elbow to steady him.

“woah. nice one,” josh muttered, a little dazed.

matt folded his arms. “you’re drunk.”

there was that grin again. “worried about me? don’t be, this is far from my first rodeo.”

matt did some math in his head, then frowned.

I AM SO WITH THIS OH MY GOD

yeah it says that in the Until Dawn app I think

yeessssssssssss and him getting a scholarship for his SKILLS and bein successful in life!! happy Matt! happy Matt! happy Matt! happy Matt!

as I said before I don’t know how sports work but I’m imagining this thing like when prom queens/kings get called or like when theatre kids get audition for a role and they put the paper up on the wall later and everybody crowds around like “get out o f my wA--- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaay I’m the sTAR!!!!” except for freakin player positions lmao I know that’s not what happens but ju st...... go along with me for a second

so he’s all nervous like “will I get the spot???? am I good enough??? WHAT IF I DOn’t gET THE SPOT” and everybody can tell he’s nervous but they all know he’s super good, like the best on the team (even Mike admits it) and they’re all chill “bro you got this!!! calm down!!” and because I need mattjosh I just imagine Matt not really believing them but Josh makes him feel better by doing dumb stuff like his “touchdown dance”  (which Chris applauds and proceeds to join in) and his slogan which is “LEAVE IT TO THE PROS, BROS” and getting the terms all mixed up, partially on purpose but also bc he just doesn’t get sports, so that Matt will have to explain and stop worrying so much about whether he makes it or not “so how many points do you need before you can make a home run and ugh running I mean.... who wants to do that” “???? Josh no”

matt x josh ; silent

‘ he whispered he loved me, and the storm in me fell s i l e n t ’ 

I put a lot of thought into these, taking in their personalities and who they really are as individuals

football man loves emo man more than ball, amazing

smol boy big boy

party party party (cry)

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