matthew cohen was your friends with benefits.

you met mutually through your friends at a party, and since then you’ve become very close. honestly you think he knows more about you than you do.

not to mention he was a genuine good guy. he was respectful to you AND your friends, gave you compliments, and let you eat the rest of his fries when your day was terrible.

his only problem? commitment. he couldn’t do it— and probably never would. so that was why you were still stuck in the FWB with him.

you didn’t really mind though, considering you never felt like you had time to manage a relationship.

but with him.. it was easy. something that you could put to the side if you needed to.

at the same time— it wasn’t easy. the two of you were like fire and ice. pushing and pulling until one of you cracked or gave in. usually— you went for someone you were compatible with, someone who had the same interests. with him? the two of you had two far different minds. you were literally in computer science and he was going to the NBA next year.

but— sometimes you looked at him and wondered what it would be like to date him. and then that thought is immediately blocked out by his commitment issues and your thoughts about knowing he could have someone far more than you once he decided to settle down.

the basketball team had an away game, and since your friend group was close with some of the basketball team— you all decided to make a trip out of it.

however, after the game you noticed matthew avoiding you like the plague.

once you finally made it back to the hotel and into his room— he still would barely speak to you as he went to go take a shower.

once he got out and pulled some grey sweats on— he sat on his bed and scrolled on his phone.

something was definitely wrong— I mean he would always make you feel like you were present, even if he was scrolling on his phone.

you huff, “did i do something?”

he shrugs, “no.”

you definitely did something.

“okay, what did i do?” you ask, pressing him more.

he sighs and finally looks up at you.

“why are you here? we aren’t doing anything.”

he was doing what he did best. pushing you away when you got to close.