Goth!Tough!ReaderXCanada (Pt 5)

You walked through the crowded party looking for Matthew when suddenly a pair of strong arms found their way around your waist and held tight. You were about to turn and punch the bastard who dared to touch you, in the face, that is, until you heard the familiar voice.
“Dudette! You made it!” said Alfred from behind you. You sighed and turned your head to face him.
“Let. Me. Go.” You said menacingly. Al let you go, and you turned fully around to face him. Alfred looked you over up and down.
“Wow! Matt was right! That dress does look good on you!” he said and smiled bigger. “I’ll tell you what, he hasn’t been able to shut up about you since we left the mall! Which reminds me! You owe me for that speeding ticket from yesterday!”

‘So this dress really was from Matthew’ you thought. “I am not paying for that speeding ticket. It was your own fault for not keeping an eye out for cops.” Alfred let out a disappointed sigh “Where is Matthew?” you asked, your voice slightly more anticipated that normal.
“He’s over on the couch talking with Arthur,” said Al pointing over towards the couch.
“Thanks,” you said and started walking over, but then turned back and said, “Oh and Alfred, there is a strange man running through your yard naked chasing a butterfly.” Al’s face went from smiling to a look of horror.
“Oh man! Not again! I told that Francis not to drink so much so early!” Alfred then turned and ran out the front door looking for the naked French man.

You turned your attention back to Matthew and started walking towards him, then thoughts of what Alfred had just said filled your head.
Matthew was talking about you? Why would he do that….unless…No way! There was no way he could like you! I mean you were just some anti-social gothic girl, with a hell of an uppercut, and a mouth full of snarky comments, and the last thing you wanted to be, was one of those preppy, ‘popular’ girls you always saw at school. The ones who always gossiped, and never paid attention to anyone but themselves, and who probably spent their weekends coming up with new techniques for blowing male teachers to boost their grades.

You approached the couch and stood in front of Mathew. He had yet to notice you because he had his head turned talking with Arthur, who had his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a small Japanese man. ‘Huh’ you thought ‘I never new Arthur liked guys, he never seemed to lean that way. Well whatever, it’s not my right to judge.’ You cleared your throat and Matthew and Arthur looked up.
“Ah _____ welcome to hell, also known as Alfred’s birthday party.” Arthur said with a smile. Matthew, without saying anything, simply got up and walked over to where a tall man with slicked back blond hair was standing and talking to a rather dim witted looking man with a spacey expression, and a curl of hair sticking out of the left side of his head.
You stood there in front of Arthur for a second before asking, “What was that about?”
“Ah, well, you see, if you haven’t already noticed, Matthew is a little shy, and my guess is that he didn’t think you would show up, much less wear the dress he bought for you.”

“Well he did ask me to wear it to the party, so I did.”
“But he didn’t think you would come, or rather, he didn’t think you would remember him. Not many people remember Matthew. They only notice him when they want something out of him, and even then they can’t seem to remember his name. It’s quite awful really.”
You nodded and looked over at Matthew, who was looking at you, but quickly turned his head after catching eyes with you. You turned back to face Arthur and sighed. “I guess I better go talk to him huh?” You walked over to Matthew, and motioned for him to follow you. You walked with Matthew close behind to the back of Al’s house, and walked out onto the back porch.
You turned to face him, making sure your face was neutral, and held no emotion. “Why did you walk away from me a few minutes ago Matthew?” you asked in a monotone voice.
Matthew blushed and looked at his shoes. “I-I was nervous. I thought you would think I was weird for sending you that dress.” You looked down and the dress and smiled slightly.
“It’s a little weird sure, but I like the dress. Thank you Matthew.” You looked back up at him, and he was staring at you his blush deepened, but he returned your smile.
Your face then returned to its neutral state, and you looked at him blank faced again for a moment, before asking, “By the way, where did you even get my address?”
Matthew seemed to ponder this question for a moment, before answering, “You see there is new thing called the internet. I think you should try it out sometime.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you just get smart with me?” you asked surprised.
Matthew just smiled his sweet innocent smile. And that made you chuckle at first, then the chuckle turned into a full laugh. “Hahaha! I can’t-ha!- believe you actually got-haha- smart with me! No one has ever said that to me!” You laughed a little bit longer, the first real laugh you had had in a while.

When you finally calmed down you realized that you had actually laughed for real, and in front of someone no less! How could this one person have you so relaxed, that you let down your guards. You mentally scolded yourself for showing weakness.
Matthew seeming to sense your hesitation, stepped closer to you and laid a hand on your cheek. “No, laugh again. Your laugh is beautiful. You should laugh like that more often.” Matthew started to lean closer towards you. Your lips just inches apart until-