You, unsurprisingly, don't know how to skate. You've never been anywhere near a skate park, let alone a skateboard. This quite literally ruined Matt's day, well, for a split second, before he realised he could teach you how to skate in the first place. That'd be fun, right—he'd love to see your prissy, rich self on a skateboard as opposed to walking around in those pretty little heels you always wore. He'd set his plan into motion quickly.

He'd practically dragged you down to the skatepark, much to your chagrin. You usually couldn't be caught dead doing such a deprived thing such as skateboarding, god no, but here you were. Of course, you were still dressed up as close to the nines as you could be, but enough that it was the slightest bit practical for this. Matt had shaken his head in amusement at the sight of you, quickly shaping up when you'd sent him a glare almost immediately.

"I've never seen anyone as shit at skateboarding as you are," he couldn't stop laughing at how awful at skating you are. He'd only taught one other person before, a friend of his, and they'd been absolutely golden at skating. You, on the other hand? Shit, it's like you've never even walked before. "Oh my god, kid," he smiled gently.

"Trippin' over air like that, damn, I gotta hold you up straight," all of his comments have you giggling, bursting out into totally improper, but endearing, laughter. You wouldn't be caught dead laughing like that infront of all your rich little friends, all those swanky socialities. But around him? You don't even think twice about dropping your guard.

Matt glances back up at you, his smile softening a little more. "Got my heart feelin' all warm 'n' shit," he sighs under his breath. Is he in love? He doesn't know. But he'd really like to be in love with you.