Happy Halloween!

Oh God, this was the stupidest, most idiotic-! He should have never even have contemplated this idea. Matthew could hear the sound of the music blaring inside the gym, some kind of generic pop dance music by the sounds of it. He stood outside the door down the hall a few steps, nervously running his hands over his torn faded jeans. A knight with his medieval maiden date strutted by, disappearing into the thumping, colored abyss before the door closed behind them, muting the sounds once again. He looked like such an idiot! Swallowing anxiously, he readjusted his black t-shirt, and swatted the black hair of his wig out of his face. It was dark out now turning the windows to mirrors and Matthew studied his appearance, wishing he’d been more creative. His glasses were gone, replaced by contacts. The black of his hat didn’t show on the glass but the white words “Wayne’s World” showed up bright and clear.
That’s right, Matthew Williams was now Wayne Campbell. Party on!
It was his favorite movie, but he knew Katyusha would laugh as soon as she saw him. There was no stopping himself from fidgeting as he kept an eye out, praying that he could recognize Katyusha easily enough. Tonight was the night. He was going to ask her to be his girlfriend and he was so nervous his stomach threatened to bring up lunch if he didn't calm down.

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Omg I want to draw a Wayne!Matt now XD
Sorry it's short again ;_;

Katya, breath. You're not breathing! Breath---
Taking shorter steps than usual, she fiddled with her pulled back hair and tried to calm down. It was just a dance, just a little dance. She'd slipped on a black sweater and added a little pumpkin to the front, she was wearing black ripped skinny jeans of which she'd attached a few small chains to, and she'd found a large black almost-witchy hat. Putting darker purple and black makeup around her eyes, a bit more makeup on, and some black highlights to her hair, she was now calling herself a half-lolita. Maybe a half-witch. She'd used some of her money to buy a few things, but it wasn't a huge dent in her wallet. Katyusha tried to swallow her growing unease. Sure, she was Matthew's date. Sure, she felt a little uncomfortable in her improvised jeans. Sure, she probably wouldn't bother trying to make a costume ever again...
Oh, hell. What was she doing??
She felt ridiculous for even trying. Why DID she bother?
Looking side to side as she approched the theater, she noticed someone waiting outside of the doors. One of the other students...? She tried to make out any specific features; it didn't look like any of the Asians at the school. The figure turned slightly and an amused smile spread on her face; violet eyes. There were only so many people with that eye colour. Hesitantly drawing nearer, she found her voice. "Matvey...? Is that you?"

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Wayne!Matt. X'D <3
Me + costumes = FAIL SO HARD

Matthew turned at the sound of his name being called and his jaw dropped open.
His gaze started at her feet, noting with a kind of reverence the way the dark denim tapered her legs and the way her sweater clung to her curves. There was no way to stop himself from just plain out gawking at her face. The way she’d added dark makeup to around the rim brought out the colour of her eyes so they looked a haunting glacier blue. And though he only caught a glimpse of the black stripes, the corner of his mouth turned upwards in a happily surprised smirk. Katyusha looked like another person, like her confident side incarnate. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t more than a little bit turned on by it.
Matthew held out his hands in a sort of nervous ‘ta-da’ gesture, seeking to quell the look of uncertainty in her expression. “Hey… Um, wow… you look amazing…” The last word came out as a flushed whisper, and Matthew rubbed a hand uncomfortably on the back of his neck. First words of out of his mouth and he’d already made their first date awkward.
“Uh… the party’s already going on inside, if you want to go in…” He debated whether or not Katyusha was a loud, dance music kind of person. “Or we can hang out here if you’d like… It’s up to you…”
He wanted to reach out and take her hand but he shifted foot to foot, too nervous to even think straight.

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OMG :SHSFAHDJFHA"h
I HAS INTERNETS! .... for like, and hour D:
Sorry for how short it is *sob*
Hope yo havin' fun!

Relief washed over Katyusha when he spoke, realizing that it was indeed Matthew and that he could still recognize her. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as he stared and couldn't help but wonder if she'd overdone it...
Maybe she'd gotten too excited over this being their first "official" date. Maybe she should find a washroom and make herself look more simple---
Speaking of simple.
His costume had her biting her lip to stop smiling so much. It was simple. Not in a bad kind of way! It was simple, just like him. Once again, NOT in a bad way! His simplicity was something she loved. Without his glasses, she could see the full - somewhat anxious - gleam in his eyes, and it made her want to melt. Black looked surprisingly good on him, if he was wearing the appropriate clothing of course. It brought out the violet colour she'd come to adore. A sudden flashback to a memory from the storage shed and the image infront of her collided and all at once, she found that she'd painted the image of the Matthew infront of her soaked from the rain.
The red in her cheeks seemed to grow all the more.
Of course, her thoughts only lasted seconds, and she realized that he'd been asking her a question. "A-Ah! Um...w-we could stay here..." They could still hear the music, even if it was muffled out, and besides, she wasn't much of a party person. She was too shy for that kind of thing. Looking up, a flash of nervousness crossed her eyes. "O-Or is that not OK?"

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WAO AWESOMEZ!
...Too bad you're not on the same time I am. OTL
lolol
S'ok, I loved it! <3
I am, I am~ I'm surviving, haha!

It was her blush that put the icing on the cake. Those piercing blue eyes flickering from him to the floor and back again, pinning him to the spot like she was x-raying him, already had him hot under the collar, but with the addition of that perfect pink tint, a color absolutely and only Katyusha, raising in her cheeks Matthew found himself standing completely stupefied. He felt like shaking his head in order to focus on her answer. Did she even realize what she did to him?
“Excellent!- Uh, I mean,” he flushed deeply, embarrassed at his blurted words. He really had to stop watching that movie... “Sounds like a plan to me. Do you want anything to drink? I think there’s punch or water inside. I could run in and get some if you’d like?”
Matthew was mentally relieved that they wouldn’t be entering into that crowded mess of dancing and socializing. He wouldn’t be able to talk to Katyusha over the loud music, hear her delicate voice or see her blush under the constantly flashing lights. Besides, being invisible- though it did have some perks at times- meant that when he stepped foot into that gym he would most likely get unintentionally shoved around until he was squished into a corner somewhere. But for Katyusha of course he could easily brave the task of fetching her a drink.
He'd do anything she wanted, really. He was so sappy and pathetic.
And Matthew loved every minute of it.

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It's so good to post again~ LoL~!
Sorry it's short ><

Chewing on her lip a little to stop the already small smile on her face from growing, Katyusha shook her head, politely refusing. "N-No, thank you. I'd rather...ah...s-stay here." She didn't need a drink just yet, although she was thankful for the offer. She'd rather stay out here with Matthew; who knows when they'd be able to see each other after this? She was sure there would be other opportunities but even so, she wanted to make the most of their time.
...That isn't greedy...is it?
Hesitation burned through her after her answer, but she decided not to say anything. This was ok, wasn't it? It wasn't a bad thing to be with the person you cared about...right? The anxiousness was coming back with all of the questions, and she tried to keep her smile on. "Well...wh...what do you w-want to do now...?" Much to her frustration, she found herself almost choking the words out. Different appearance, but same old Katyusha. Moving to stand closer, she flashed him a shy smile, forcing herself not to glance down at his hand. She didn't want to come off as clingy; scaring him away was far from what she wanted.
...What...DID she want?

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It's good to GET posts! lol
Nyeeeh, headache won't let me think. >.<

“Oh, okay.” Matthew stood there awkwardly for a minute, not really sure of the proper protocol for a first date.
The silence continued to grow more uncomfortable and he chewed the inside of his cheek anxiously. It was like the first time they’d talked to each other all over again. It seemed, Matthew noted with a blush, that the only time they were relaxed enough to speak openly with one another was when they were touching…
He took a deep breath.
Come on, do it…!
Matthew reached out taking her hand and gently pulling her closer. “We could always dance…? It is a party after all.”
He gauged her expression carefully, moving slower so she could deny his actions if she wanted to, as he slipped his other hand around her waist. He wanted to crush her close again, feel her body against his like he had in the rain or the storeroom. But chivalrously he kept a polite distance between them as he started to move.
It was a clumsy box step, well, not even that. They more or less swayed side to side in their own little beat, ignoring the fast tempo of the music inside. They were back in their own world, just happy to see one another after so long without. Matthew realized with awe, that even though they barely got to talk or be near at all, these tiny, precious moments of time were what their friendship was built around. A lot of couples stuck together like glue when they liked each other. Everything would be all rose colored and perfect… for a few weeks. Then, like the saying goes, familiarity would breed contempt and the pair would dissolve as fast as they’d become an item. Matthew tried to picture himself ever getting annoyed at Katyusha’s presence, but he couldn’t do it. He wished he was lucky enough to be beside her every minute of every day. He’d do anything for that to be true.
Good thing she couldn’t read minds, she’d probably think he was a stalker or something, Matthew thought with a blush.

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Cheeeeeeeeese, Gromit!
XD

Small sparks of familiarity and happiness corsed through her at the unexpected touch, and she felt her cheeks heat up. She inwardly questioned herself on the topic of dancing, but simply went with the flow. Matthew was right; it was a party, so there had to be dancing. If even what they were doing wasn't exactly dancing. Either or, Katyusha was enjoying herself.
It was strange... One minute, she'd be stuttering and fumbling around and the next minute she was moving and talking like they'd known each other for years. Their individual bubbles would lift and they'd be the closest of friends. But they were already friends even without touches, right? It just wasn't as...obvious. A quick flash of guilt passed through her at the thought of only being comfortable when they were touching; it sounded shallow. ...But...it didn't feel shallow. The touches and brushings against each other was simply a button; it was encouragement, it was permission to continue, it was comfirming the friendship they had. Possibly love as well, but her cheeks grew redder at the thought. She found herself holding back a soft giggle as they swayed, glancing down to watch where her feet were going and then back up at Matthew. Their own dance continue and she did her best to hold eye contact with him until her foot bumped against his rather roughly, jostling her in the slightest. Almost automatically pausing at her mistake, she looked for any sign of pain or uncomfortableness in his expression. "A-Ah! I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean...ah..."
Her words faded off and she bit at her lip again.

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LOLOL XD

“Sorry!” Matthew blurted automatically as they knocked together, throwing off their attempt at rhythm. His face filled with color. They’d stopped and now he was gazing down into that softly curved face that he happily let his heart be held hostage by.
Truthfully, he’d been terrified of stepping on her feet. Spending the night with her in the nurse’s office was not how he wanted things to go. But when her face turned upwards towards his, close enough that his eyes automatically dropped to her lips, and Matthew swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
The hand that held hers lowered so they swung together at their sides while his other took her hand on his shoulder and laced with that one to.
“Kat… I, um, I have s-something to ask you… uh…” Matthew found the floor very interesting at that moment, scrutinizing the tile as if studying it hard enough would stop the anxious flip flopping of his stomach.
“Katyusha, I…” He licked his lips nervously. “I-I know we, um… When I said that I like you…” His breath was started to become shaky and he hoped she couldn’t feel his palms turning clammy. “We, uh- I mean you and I- o-or at least myself…”
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Matthew pictured himself being suave and charming like one of those black and white 1950’s films where the man calls his gal his one and only and the woman swoons as he sweeps her off her feet. Yet here he was, being his extraordinarily awkward, embarrassing self.
At first the plan had been to ask her at the end of the night, but what if Katyusha asked to think it over? With how little they actually saw each other Matthew knew it could be weeks before he got an answer. Plus his mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, continuing to sputter nonsense as he tried to form the question and reclaim just a little of his dignity.
“I-I wanted to k-know…” He looked up into her curious and confused eyes, then took a deep breath. “Let me start again. Katyusha, I really like you, and …” The last words were spoken meekly, “Would you be my g-girlfriend?”

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*holds out hand to be slapped for posting so late*

For a few moments, all thought seemed to slip Katyusha's mind, leaving her in a blank, static world.
Girlfriend. He'd said girlfriend.
Leaving the self-created world, other pieces of the scene began to fit together.
Matthew was asking her to be his girlfriend. Her, of all people. Her!
He was standing with her, holding her hands, and asking her to date him.
She almost felt tipsy from the sudden rush of blood to her cheeks and blinked at him in surprise. She couldn't find her voice at the moment, so she simply stared. She'd been trying to consider the two of them a couple - even if it embaressed her - so this shouldn't have been a big deal. She should've been teasing him light-heartedly, saying she already WAS and laughing. That's how things should've been, right? Her answer should've been simple, this should've been easy... And yet, here she was biting her lip with growing tears in her eyes.
She wasn't upset; far from it! She was really happy. She was happy that he was willing to spend his time with her, and to ask for an ever-closer relationship. She'd always thought that people wouldn't like her because of her tendancy to cry over everything, being a worrywart, weak---she always worried about her worst traits. Matthew seemed to just look right over them and look at, well...her. He was accepting her for what she was and looking past her faults, past the outer shell----maybe she was thinking about this way too much. That's right, she was thinking too much. She hadn't even answered his question.
Katyusha hadn't noticed that her grip on his hands and tightened significantly and her blush had darkened. Her tears threatened to spill over and, still biting her lip, a smile grew on her face. She nodded slowly, giggling a little, then scooting forward and resting her forehead against his chest to hide her expression. She was probably being a little dramatic about this, but it really did make her happy.

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*slaps your hand*
*clings tight*
THAT WAS AWESOME. ;A; <333
I giggled the whole way through~

Matthew’s arms wrapped around Katyusha, pulling her small frame even closer as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. It was as if he could barely breath he was so happy and relieved.
“Are you sure?” he teased, laughing breathlessly. His face was as red as a beet but he could honestly say for once he didn’t care. Matthew did scold himself, however, seeing as he’d made Katyusha cry yet again, even if they were happy tears (which he was hoping they were).
It was like the pressure of his anxiety and worry that had been constantly pushing him down was suddenly gone. As girly and stupid as it sounded, Matthew was sure he could walk on air if he wanted. But he wouldn’t be letting go of Katyusha any time soon.
He had a girlfriend.
Katyusha was his girlfriend. He definitely liked the sound of that. His girlfriend Katyusha. It rolled off the tongue wonderfully.
Grinning like a wild man, Matthew pulled back just enough to look into her heart-shaped face. “Sorry to spring this on you. I-I should have asked you sooner.” He said the last part sheepishly, mentally kicking himself for not manning up sooner. They could have been together, talking, holding and touching instead of walking on almost relationship eggshells. He was downright stupid for waiting, when he really thought about it.
A more cynical side of his spoke up, reminded him to enjoy it while it lasted because before long Katyusha would realize just how much of an inadequate dork he really was and leave him rightfully in the dust.
Matthew pushed the thought away. “So, what would you like to do now?”

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*makes grabby hands for more fluff*

Katyusha only responded to his apology with soft giggles, while attempting to blink back her tears. She didn't want to start crying; it would only worry Matthew and besides, her makeup would smudge and make her look more ridiculous than she already did. In her mind, the thought that had become reality played again and again.
They were officially dating. Matthew...was her boyfriend.
There were butterflies in her stomach and she forced herself to stay calm. It was exciting, but nerve racking. They'd both somehow pushed down the wall between them that was keeping them from...this...and she was sure there'd be other walls in the future. What if the feelings they had now faded? What if this was all just in infatuation? What if, what if, what if... She inwardly told herself to stop worrying for once, to stop questioning every thought she'd ever thought. She couldn't imagine anyone else being able to make her heart pound like this, being able to capture her attention - her HEART - so easily. The simplicity of the feelings was mindblowing and yet so confusing. How ironic.
...And she was doing it again. She was thinking too much again.
She was ignoring his question. Again. Pay attention!
For some reason, she couldn't stop biting her lip, although her smile was as bright as ever. Looking down at the ground as if it had her answer, she hesitated, her now-dying down blush regaining some of its intensity. What now? Well...now... Forcing herself not to go back into her reeling thoughts, she glanced back up and Matthew, motioning for him to move closer. Once he was close enough for her liking, she murmured with a slightly shakey voice, "...Dance with me? I-If that's OK, o-of course..." Pulling away to look at him again, she stole a glance at his jawline and cheek, before doing her best to keep her gaze locked with his.
Everywhere ELSE seemed like good spots to look as well, but what did she have to be scared of...?

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*throws fluff in the air*

Matthew watched the flurry of emotions flash across Katyusha’s face, sure that his own looked exactly the same.
“Gladly.” He moved closer as she directed, biting the inside of his cheek hoping to smother his smile just a little. He may be a fool but he didn’t have to grin like one. Both his hands slipped around her waist, running over the soft material of her sweater that showed her curves. The music inside finally corresponded with the movements of their dance, a nice slow rhythm no doubt, for all the couples in the gym embracing just like them. But Matthew knew that none of them inside carried the intensity between him and Katyusha. It just wasn’t possible.
Matthew watched Katyusha’s eyes flicker up, down and side to side, looking anywhere but him, though he tried to coax them back to his.
He didn’t blame her. Along with the elation of finally having someone to call his own, he was mind numbingly scared to. Relationships took a lot of care and responsibility. Was Katyusha worried that she’d made a mistake in saying yes? Was he a mistake? Yeah, probably, Matthew thought. He was a year younger without a lot to offer. Katyusha was strong, enduring, more experienced in the world outside school and worked harder than anyone he ever knew. In a lot of ways he felt like a mouse compared to a lion- or in this case a lioness.
Matthew felt the softness of her cheek brush against his.
He trusted Katyusha, however. If she didn’t like him, she seemed the type of person to tell him so despite her shy personality. If she truly wanted him then he’d gladly be hers as long as she wanted.
Matthew wondered idly if this is what it felt like to win the lottery.

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o3o / More cheese for you, capt'n!

With both arms slung lazily around his neck, Katyusha finally worked up her courage to look Matthew straight in the eyes. And that moment of courage melted away once she saw his expression and colour returned to her cheeks once more. He was so happy...just like her. She wondered if they were thinking the same thing about this whole situation. They were both happy, but both nervous. Was that natural? Was she supposed to feel like this? Was the fact that her stomach was doing summersalts a good sign or a bad sign?
Judging by the sudden warm smile that spread across her face, - much to her suprise - she was going with it being a good sign.
Their swaying continued and she hardly listened to the calm music; all she could hear was the pounding of her heart, and all she could see was Matthew. She was caught up in his gaze, admiring those violet orbs that flashed with their own admiration for her. Frankly, the thought of Matthew admiring her embarressed her and baffled her. She was nothing special. She was just a person, like everyone else. She was nothing special...but it seemed like she was the only one who was thinking that. It was strange getting this kind of attention; she'd simply worked and gotten by during her life, and that was it. She hadn't gotten any awards for it, and she didn't need to. It was part of life. She found it odd thinking of herself as a rolemodel...
It didn't seem like her confident side was going to come out just yet and her gathered courage and dissipated into flustered happiness. Looking off to the side yet again then back to him, she tightened her hold around him in the slightest, wondering how loud her heart really was beating. "Well...now what...?" Her voice was soft and somewhat teasing, yet as hesitant as always.

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Nom nom nom, cheesez.

“I-I think this is the part… where we…” Matthew swallowed, his voice trailing away into a whisper as his head slowly lowered until he tasted the warm, welcoming pressure of her lips against his own. His head tilted instinctually to the side, arms pressing her as close to his body as he could without hurting her, until every one of his senses was consumed with nothing but Katyusha.
A teacher who was chaperoning sent them a dirty look, after all these halls were for learning not making out, but Matthew found he couldn’t care.
Sorry to the institution.
He felt like a man finally finding water after being trapped in the desert. They hadn’t kissed since the storage room months ago and Matthew hadn’t realized how much he’d actually missed it. His body and mind had been constantly aching, and only now as he drank her in greedily did he realize just how much torment he’d been enduring. There was no hope in stopping himself from moaning a noise that- to his embarrassment- sounded more like a growl.
They broke apart for air after a while. Matthew listened to Kat’s shaky breaths as he continued by pressing another kiss to the corner of Katyusha’s mouth, then another and another and another, his movements slowly drifting downwards across her jaw.
Oxygen or Katyusha?
The answer was obvious.

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*Is ashamed for uncreative plot*

Katyusha's rapidly working mind seemed to come to a screeching hault at the familiar warmth.
And the response...was automatic.
She leaned into the kiss and as Matthew held her tighter, she almost eagerly pulled herself closer to his tall frame. Her fingers knotted into his hair and she abesentmindedly fiddled with the strands. She tried to take in every single moment of the long-awaited kiss; his secure grip around her, the thumping of both of their hearts, the longing behind the kiss... There was something different about this kiss, though. The fact that they hadn't had contact like this for a while and that, now, Matthew was her boyfriend...it just made it a little more special.
Plus, the noise he'd made...that "growl"...sent a sharp excited chill up her spine.
It had been far, far too long. She made a mental note to herself to never go this long without him again.
Her eyes had opened partially when they parted and remained that way as he planted more sweet, desirable kisses to her lips and jaw. She did her best to return the pecks with her own, but her once active mind was now hazed with one thought only. His lips on hers.
Instinctively turning her head to allow him more space to kiss, she smiled slightly and whispered, "M-Matvey..." It was the only thing that came out of her mouth and for a moment, she wondered if her confident side was taking a different approach to this.

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*loves the uncreative plot, makes me squee*
*fingers are typing on their own, holy fiddle sticks* <3

Matthew was pretty sure he was intoxicated. The sweet smell of Katyusha’s skin, the softness of her neck as he dipped down to taste it… There was no way in hell he’d be able to walk a straight line even if he wanted to. He half stumbled back until his back hit the wall without detaching himself.
He should stop. Kiss. Really he should. Kiss. It wasn’t appropriate- Kiss- asking her to be his girlfriend –Kiss- and then jumping her- Kiss- right in the middle of the hall. Kiss.
He was like a kid in a candy shop- only he got something far better then candy. Sure, he’d stop… after just one more…
One more turned into two, then five, then ten. Mentally, Matthew found himself repeating the mantra of ‘Just one more and then I’ll stop’ like the fake propriety wouldn’t make the way he ravaged her so carnal. He grunted lightly, feeling her fingers run into his hair and fist. He wondered if she really knew just how much he loved it when she did that. He smirked against her skin. They’d only know each other for so long and she’d already figured out his weak spot.
Not that Matthew was particularly paying attention to his hands; all he was concerned with was feeling as much of Katyusha as he could. But it was when his palms no longer felt the fleecy material of her sweater, instead cupping the two denim back pockets of a certain someone’s skinny jeans, that Matthew’s eyes flew open. Was he grabbing her- OH GOD HE WAS!
His whole body lurched up so fast Matthew’s head smacked against the stone wall, producing little white lights popping in his vision. His arms shot up in the air like a busted criminal. “Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-!"
Fist ten minutes of being a couple and he was already playing grab ass.
Nicely done, Matthew.

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I shouldn't be allowed to write at 4 in the morning...

The haze in Katyusha's mind grew as the sweet treatment continued, but her one thought changed. No longer was it "his lips on hers", oh no.
Now, it was "his lips on her".
Words became useless things to her as she closed her eyes, and the only sounds coming from her were pleased little half-moans and gasps. Even when he stumbled back, only a gasp was heard. Then she was back in their bubble, captivated by the rush. Every touch left her tingling and craving more, every kiss placed on her skin burned air from her lungs. She had a sudden thought that maybe this was her confident side in action; drawing him close enough that he'd take the "bait" then giving him the opportunity to "have her". She knew, in the back of her mind, that she was a bit intimidated by all this, but she couldn't have cared less in those moments. Her subconcious was screaming at her to stop, to slow down...but her body disagreed.
At least, that WAS how she felt until a new touch invaded their bubble that made her stiffen up. Matthew's hands had wandered south...and she could almost hear her subconcious pointing at her and yelling, "I told you so!"
A few split seconds after he had pulled back, Katyusha also jerked away to stare up at him out of surprise. She felt quite miffed AND surprised, but more of the latter. Sure, her personal bubble had just been invaded, but she wasn't quite sure that she'd be able to stay mad at him. A few more seconds passed and she simpley stared down at the ground, choking out a quiet acception to his apology and subconciously balling her hands into fists. Her cheeks had turned bright red and she was sure they were getting redder. It had all felt so good...she'd forgotten about her dignity. Both of their dignities. She shouldn't have silently encouraged him, it should've stayed at a kiss. She should've kept some control over her emotions. She felt guilt mix in with the flurry of other feelings.
And with that, the emotional rollercoaster was back.

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Between you and me, I DEFINITELY think you should write more at 4 in the morning. 8'D <3
Anywho.
I present to you, awkwardness! :U

A slur of apologies, both French and English, poured from his mouth muddling together even after he heard her mumbled forgiveness.
What had he done?! One minute he’d kissing heaven on earth and then he just had to step over the line. Now she probably thought he was just some selfish pig looking for nothing more than a wham, bam, thank you ma’am.
Matthew’s hands were shaking. He felt cold, inexperienced, and absolutely terrified of what to do next. Suddenly he was in unknown waters.
He saw the anger in her eyes, the betrayal. And it was a stab to his heart knowing he caused it, that he deserved to be glared at like that, like nothing more than dirt.
Still, desperately he tried to backpedal. “Kat- Katyusha.” Matthew used her full name, no longer feeling worthy of calling her by a more intimate nickname. Looking her dead in the eye, he pleaded, “I am so sorry. I got carried away- I swear I didn’t mean to. I don’t look at you like that- I mean I do, but not-!” Oh hell, what was he saying? He was just digging a deeper hole. “I would never take advantage of you like t-that…”
Matthew’s gaze dropped to the floor, jaw clenching and unclenching nervously. All the colour had drained from his face, he guessed he probably looked like he was about to be sick. He spotted her clenched fists and his eyes widened. Was she going to hit him? He sure as hell deserved it. Matthew braced himself. He wouldn't stop her if she did, in fact, he'd welcome it.

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Yay for writing on no sleep!

XD

Forcing herself to not to tear her gaze away from his, Katyusha scrutinized his expression and listened to every word. One fist was raised slightly, as if she was preparing a strike. Was that the truth...? Was that the honest truth? It had been a mistake? Seeing him pale and the clear panic in everything he did, her heart nearly dropped to the floor and guilt pooled inside her even more. How could she possibly doubt him? How could she try to be VIOLENT with him? She cherished him too much to do that... His words HAD to be the truth. Her Matthew wouldn't try any funny business, she could tell. He held her like she was glass and if he did anything wrong, she'd break. Well...she certainly felt like that at times. But right now, she was more worried over him than trying to be angry with him.
How strange.
Letting out a small huff, her expression softened and melted into one of guilt and worry. "I-It's alright, Matvey...really...i-it is..." Her hands unballed and she found that they were shaking; was Matthew the same? There were so many questions, and yet she couldn't answer one of them without burrowing herself deeper into anxiety. She wanted to ask if he was ok, if he wanted to leave, if he...regretted their "moment".
Because, despite the mishap, she couldn't find it in her whirlwind of emotions to regret the shared kisses.

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The best writing happens at LATE at night. XD

Ugh, this post could be so much better, OTL.

Matthew’s hands took his hat and pulled it down over his screwed shut eyes. “D-do… you… want to leave? I u-understand if you do…”
He really was the king of all idiots. Honestly, he’d never meant to embarrass Katyusha by touching her that way, but he’d let his hormones take control and now she probably won’t trust him with his own hands.
He’d stopped shaking, feeling a cold numbness take its place. Yet there was still a side of him that wanted to touch Katyusha, taste her, do more than merely kissing her neck and it disgusted him. He’d just ruined everything and still he couldn’t have enough of her. Something told him he never would.
He waited, silently listening for the sound of fainting footsteps. This was it. Katyusha would leave or go join the party inside, meet more and better people, and Matthew would be left to return to his lonely, invisible life.
She had every right, and a part of him hoped she did. This was reality, and reality clearly showed that he was no where near good enough for her.

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It's crap lol

Because the emotional rollercoaster had returned quite suddenly, the range of emotions on Katyusha's face would be surprising to anyone. Guilt and worry to curiousity, to more guilt, then to a little frustration, and then back to guilt. This wasn't supposed to happen... How was it possible that things could be going so, so well and then suddenly everything was mixed up and flipped upside down? The moment seemed long gone and yet her heart was still pounding. Maybe for different reasons right now, but that was besides the point. Things shouldn't be like this...! Her bottom lip was quivering as she stared up at him and she began sorting out her feelings to make an attempt at speaking.
But while doing this, she realized that - much to her horror - she thought that Matthew's display of guilt and regret was almost...cute. She felt her ususally red cheeks drain so that she was left almost completely white. Cute?! No! There was nothing cute about this! She surpressed a shudder when she started to think that that was much like the thought process of her younger siblings...
Instead of leaving, Katyusha moved so that she was standing beside him, leaning against the wall partially. Her expression was that of stubborness and she was pouting a little. She didn't want to leave, not when things were so messed up...
And once again, her words were stuck in her throat.

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Nyeh. My post is nyeh, too.
lol

“I really am sorry…” The words were whispered in a soft, genuine undertone. Matthew’s gaze lifted briefly from the floor and peered beseechingly into the bright blue of Katyusha’s eyes. They were full of tears. Naturally his hand rose to cup her cheek and brush them away, but freezing mid-action, he flushed shamefully and instead pulled a Kleenex from his pocket, handing it to her. “Here.”
The corner of his mouth flickered upwards at the look of determination on her face, the cute little crease that formed between her brows and the way her full bottom lip jutted out slight, However Matthew turned away, not wanting her to think he was laughing at the circumstances.
They stood awkwardly for a while. Matthew reached up and took off his hat and scratchy wig if only to give his hands something to do. Sometimes people usually in pairs would be going to or from the gym, giggling and chatting animatedly, casting curious glances at the two of them standing sullenly against the wall.
Well, Matthew thought cynically, I wanted a night she’d remember and that’s exactly what I got.
For some reason, he felt rather stupid. Not for the inappropriate grabbing (he felt plenty stupid for that!), but because he thought this would be easy. His mind had been off in some la-la land, picturing himself and Katyusha , boyfriend and girlfriend, skipping off into a happy sunset where nothing bad would ever happened. Matthew felt like a naive tween girl who had read too many Teen Bop magazines.
Of course bad things would happen, times would hard. There wasn’t a couple in history that never had problems. If he took it into perspective, this was an opportunity to strengthen what they had. And now he knew where Katyusha’s boundaries were, and the limits of his (pitifully weak) self control.
The epiphany fed his confidence, and pushing away from the wall, Matthew faced Katyusha, expression still full of regret but now mixed with responsibility. “Please, tell me what you’re thinking…?”
After all, he may have come to a positive solution, but it was all in Katyusha’s hands whether she understood to or whether she dropped him like a hot potato.

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Finished~
Is crap, sorreh, but I'm too tired to think anymore =3=

In that long moment of silence, Katyusha's mind had slowed its frantic pace and she let thoughts drift in and out of her head. She thought and watched others pass by, casting glances Matthew's way every once in a while. For the most part, she simply fiddled with the Kleenex and forced herself to blink back her tears. She hated that she was on the verge of crying, she hated that she was crying, she hated that she could never control her tears... She eventually had to dab at her eyes slightly so that her makeup didn't smudge. Why was she upset over this? She should've just been miffed, let out her "miffyness", and then they'd both move on. And yet here they were, standing side by side with nothing solved. Despite that, she kept only one thought in mind; she wasn't going to leave when things weren't OK. So, she kept her expression the same and simply stayed silent.
Well, that was until Matthew moved to face her and spoke. The half-pout on her lips faded as she blinked, looking down as she thought the request over. She thought it over, but she wasn't really thinking when she spoke hesitantly, her voice just above a whisper, "If I have to leave...I want things to be alright with us, first..." Turning her gaze back up to his slowly, she spoke again; this time her voice shook. "I-I forgive you, I s-swear..."
She was merely going with the thought in her head and had started spouting out random nonesense.

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RUSHED REPLY IS TOO RUSHED. ABRUPT ENDING IS ABRUPT.
GOTTA GO, FRIENDS ARE WATCHING ME REPLY. XDDD

You're reply was amazing, don't even.

‘If I have to leave…’ Matthew replayed the words in his head, frowning slightly. Did she think he was forcing her to leave? He took a deep breath, licking his lips unsure of what to do. He didn’t want to just let her walk away. Desperately, he tried to think of some way help the tense mood.
“D-do you want to go for a walk?” Not the most creative, but okay. It would do. In his head, Matthew tried to map the longest route back to her dorm, hoping it would buy him enough time to make things right again.
“I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he joked nervously, lifting his hands in surrender. He smiled lopsidedly, hoping she saw his proverbial white flag and accepted his invitation. The straight face Katyusha wore unnerved him and he watched her eyes, praying for a hint of her emotions.

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SO SHORT I DON'T EVEN-!