Honeypie.

You we’re usually a grumpy package. Never laughing often, smiling was rare for you, never mind that. It always warmed Matt’s heart hearing you laugh or seeing you smile, even though you two hated each other. Never mind SINGING?!?!

It was the afternoon, and he was staying over, making sure you didn’t kill your sibling in a tantrum. And, you went to the kitchen with your headphones on. You were going to make pancakes because you were craving them. You made the batter after flicking some in your eye, and started frying them while listening to music. You were singing as you made them, completely unaware that Matt was behind you. Leaning against the doorframe as he heard your beautiful voice.

”Oh, girl. Don’t you stop, don’t you stop ‘till you get enough. Hon.. oh honey- honeypie. Honey-honey-honeypie. Ooh, girl.. dot you stop. Tel your mum girl and I won’t stop until your my girl and you can’t stop that till your my girl and I can find out.. what you want. What you got, I got— that honeypie come bite it. Bring your own fork, girl you know I don’t provide it.” You sang softly, nodding you head a little to the words as the beat. You flipped the pancake, unfortunately burning yourself too. You stop singing for that moment, wincing in aim slightly before putting the pancake on a plate, and running your fingers under cold water for a few minutes. It was then you notice Matt smirking at you as he came over to help. HE HEARD THAT THE WHOLE TIME???