this has gotta be the longest crush ever, matt thinks to himself as he watches you mingling with the other people around, sat side by side on the couch. his knee bumped yours softly, ignoring the glares of the other girls around.

he nearly choked on air when you turned your attention to him, the small smile on your lips making his mind reel in the most intense, love sick thoughts for you. he hesitated for a second, thinking back to the countless nights he spent drinking, thinking about you and mulling over all his lost chances to get you.

the drink in his hand shook a little as he looked you in the eye, his voice failing him a little as he gazed at you in awe. his friends could be heard snickering in the distance, making fun of him. they always had something to say - to stop being whipped, how he was ruining the fun by getting locked down, telling him just hit it and quit it...

he couldn't though, just your presence enough to make him weak in the knees and ready to do any thing you could possibly ask for. he swallowed the lump in his throat, amazed that you were patiently waiting for him to speak, almost like you knew the power you held over him.

"god, you're gorgeous..." he murmured, heart racing when he realizes he really just started the conversation like that. when he sees his introduction having a positive outcome, your smile brightening and eyes softening - god he could pass the hell out.

his smile reflected yours, leaning in a little to become more personal with you, his eyes not leaving your face. "can i please get something off my chest?" he asks softly, nerves spiking when you nod.

"would you believe me if i said i'm in lo-" he starts to admit before his drink in his hand tips too far, spilling on his shirt and your dress. "ah, shit -" he exclaims, groaning in frustration as his cheeks flare up in complete embarrassment.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry..." he says in a distraught voice, immediately reaching for a stack of napkins and moving to help clean your dress off.