#rowilkinson

Matt was tired of this fight. He missed his best friend, and more importantly, he missed his brother. It had been weeks since they’d been in the same room together without Royce wanting to choke him out, and it hurt. He loved his bro. 

And then there were the nightmares, so he had to stay in California with his moms, and they were telling him to apologize. Trust in me when I say Matt wanted to apologize. He just didn’t know how. With their past fights, it had been so easy. A quick apology, a punch to the arm, a hug, and they were buds again. But this time...Matt fucked up way too bad for that. He needed to do something big, to show Royce he was sorry and prove that he did care for him. 

It wasn’t until he saw his two moms dancing to the song that Matt had the perfect plan. It was easy to get the tools he needed-- the karaoke machine with the right backing track and a cheesy tux. He got a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop in San Francisco that his moms went to (the Burrows’ had been shopping at Sapphlower since they fell in love 40 years ago). The scatterbrained woman at the counter gave him a wink as she handed him the bouquet of beautiful red flowers. 

Matthew didn’t realize how late it was in New York until he apparated onto the dark street that Elijah lived on. He frowned, knowing that Royce wouldn’t be able to see him with such drab lighting.

“Lumos Maxima.” He said before sending the glowing orb up above him. And then he switched on the karaoke machine. Matt cleared his throat. “Royce,” He shouted into the microphone, using his wand to amplify the machine. “I’m sorry about what I did. I should have been a better bro and I wasn’t. I let you down, and worst of all I didn’t have your back. I love you, baby. And if it’s quite alright...”

Matt started the music, and the sound of trumpets filled the night air. “You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you. You feel like heaven to touch, I want to hold you so much...” Matt sang into the microphone when it was time. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t rehearsed this entire thing. He swayed along to the music as he sang, pointing to Royce as he sang, “Can’t take my eyes off of you.”

As the music picked up, Matt began to march in circles. He stopped dead in his tracks as he belted, “I Love you baby, and if it’s quite alright I need you, baby, to warm the lonely nights, I love you baby, trust in me when I say...

“Oh pretty baby, don’t bring me down I pray, Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay, and let me love you, baby, let me love you.” He sang as his hand rose to point to the now open window that Royce was looking out of. 

Matt finished the song with a flourish, not caring that he must’ve woken up the entire neighborhood. “So, what’ll it be Royce? Will you let me love you?”

@roycewilkinson

Matt woke up early that day, and by the time he barged into Royce’s room, he’d already called both of them off of work. He’d had another bad dream, one that shook him to his core and kept him awake for the rest of the night. “Royce, wake up. We’re going to Santa Barbara.”

Matt had a backpack over his shoulder, and despite the chill in New York City, he was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Over one shoulder, he held a backpack containing beach gear for both him and Royce. He was not about to wait for Royce to pack. “I’m teaching you how to surf.”

song: xx