#mattycakes

Who's got the bigger cakes? Puig, Corey or Muncy 👀😋

It’s so scary—I feel the memory of today fading like a dying candle and I’m trying to flicker it back to light. I can still feel your soft, pin-cushion tongue—it just fit mine so nicely. Wow, I’m so happy you kissed me, otherwise I would’ve spent the night wondering what you taste like. I craved your lips the whole time I was with you, I don’t think you understand. And you hinted at me a few times earlier in the date that you wanted to kiss me, too. I played dumb, though—I didn’t think I was ready. But then, right at the end, when the longing to stay near you poured from my eyes, and you told me to come closer to you, and I did, thinking that you wanted to tell me something, and I closed my eyes the moment I felt your tongue invade my mouth that tasted like pizza and Mountain Dew, all I could do was close my eyes and kiss you back. It was instinctual. Natural. Automatic. Your long fingers were entangled in my hair and my soft fingertips were caressing your cheek. It felt like something out of a movie. Where do I begin? I think the first time I saw you, my thought process was me basically thinking that it was impossible that you were my date. I wasn’t as nervous, though. Only until I almost fell behind you, and hit my leg against a metal chair, and then dropped my change. And then you told me to be careful when I was walking behind you because you were afraid I was going to get lost, and then commented on how close I was, I felt embarrassed, and I just responded with a small smile. I like your scent. Cigarettes and cheap cologne. I showered, but your scent has been woven into my skin. I told you that when I gripped your sleeve and my knuckles grazed your arm, your cool skin had this relaxing effect against my hot skin. Yeah, you just feel natural to me. You barely looked at me though, so I got close to you. You’d move and I’d move, and it seemed that we moved only to fit into each other. We reacted to each other like magnets. At some point or another, when my brother came to cock-block, I was walking around you, and I stopped and stood to your left, I leaned my head against your shoulder and breathed in your scent. And then when my parents came to save the day and remove my brother, we walked away and you put your arm around me and told me I was warm. I think we had a great time. I played hide and seek with you inside one of the stores, and I screamed because I had literally just walked my way back to you, even though I was trying to run away from you to hide. You looked so amused by my childish behavior. And I think, we had the best silent moments when we went to the oriental stores. And you stared at all the objects that fascinated you—you looked so innocent, like a child in a candy store. I bought sage and burning oils for my mom. And for myself, I bought a movie and perfume. We shared a nice box of pocky and a bottle of sprite. I was starving, but I got full with half a slice of pizza. I was staring at you, trying to get your face carved in my memory. It seemed that my huger was satisfied by looking at you rather than eating. I only wish I had held your hand when I told you my fingers were cold. I made sure that, when we stepped into stores that sold CDs and movies, that you watched what I selected so you could learn more about my interests. I learned you really love Egypt. And you love pyramids. And pentagrams. And you like anime. And incense. And you like sniffing them and the burning oils. Why didn’t I get that sailor moon t-shirt or wristband, though?

HEYYYY!!!! STOPPP ITTTT!