not the best time to confess knock out

Confessional

Anonymous said:

hi ! ive been reading your posts and im like so obsessed w/ MGG+Spencer im dying but I have a request of my own:) Spencer (or MGG up to you idc) shows up to your door drunk and a mess and you take care of him and ultimately he confesses and its all cute n flufy

A/N: I decided to do this one with MGG instead of Spencer. Hope you enjoy!

 

The knock on the door of my apartment was heavy and fast. I glanced at the clock, and found that it was nearly midnight. Puzzled as to who could possibly be at my door that late, I hesitantly peered through the peekhole and sighed.

Matthew.

My ridiculous heartbreaker of a best friend, and there was no doubt in my mind that he was drunk. The only times Matthew ever shows up out of nowhere that late at night, he’s either drunk or upset, and judging by the goofy look on his face as he examined my doorknob, it was not the latter. I opened the door and he smiled at me.

“Hi, (Y/N),” he said with a wave.

“Hey, Matthew,” I replied. “Come on in.” He traipsed into my living room and sat down on the couch.

“I took a cab,” he said. I shook my head, smiling.

“And why did that cab bring you here instead of to your house?” I asked.

“Because…I remembered your address first?” he said with a shrug and the most adorable smile that I could not resist.

“Alright, then, how drunk are you?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he laughed.

“Pretty drunk then,” I said and he nodded. I sat down next to him and he grinned at me.

“I took jell-o shots,” he said.

“Of course you did,” I nodded. “And now you’re here.”

His brow creased as he looked at me and I could see his inebriated brain struggling with something.

“Don’t you want me to be here?” he asked quietly after a moment. I smiled gently, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind his ear as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Of course I do,” I assured him. “You know you’re always welcome here.” His smile returned and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, let’s get you into bed,” I said.

“But I’m not tired!” he protested as I stood and went for the hall closet, where I keep extra blankets and pillows.

“You will be,” I called back to him.

By the time I had made up the sleeper sofa for him and gotten him some sweatpants and a tee-shirt that he’d left here before, my prediction had come true. The drunkenness was beginning to wane, little flashes of Matthew showing through the silliness. As he crawled in between the clean sheets and looked up at me, I smiled.

“(Y/N)?” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Stay here?”

I hesitated.

“Alright, just until you fall asleep, okay?” I said, and he nodded, satisfied with that. I sat on the edge of the mattress beside him as he snuggled into the pillow.

“Do you know that you’re the best girl in the whole world?” he asked me.

“You’re silly,” I said.

“Mmhmm, I am,” he agreed, opening his eyes to meet mine. “But you really are the best girl in the whole world.”

“Okay, Matthew, tell me that when you’re sober,” I replied.

“I will,” he said. “I really will. I would have, but I don’t have the courage to then.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re the most outgoing person I’ve ever met, you’ll say anything to anyone,” I replied.

“Yeah, but you make me feel shy,” he admitted. “You make it hard to say things.”

“Do I, now?”

He nodded.

“You need to get some sleep,” I told him, running my fingers through his unruly curls.

“Mmkay,” he agreed. There was a moment of silence in which I watched him sleep, and then he turned toward me again, opening his eyes once more.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said.

I stared at him. This didn’t really feel like a drunken confession. This felt real, the look in his eyes felt like one of honesty.

“I…what?”

“I’m in love with you. I just thought you should know.”

“I…I think I’m in love with you, too,” I admitted.

He smiled.

“We’ll talk about this more tomorrow, okay?” I said.

He glanced at his watch.

“But it is tomorrow,” he pointed out, and laughed when I rolled my eyes.

“Go to sleep, Matthew,” I said softly, kissing his head again.

“Okay,” he agreed.

“I love you,” I whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled, and he was out, sleeping peacefully in my living room as I sat there, watching, my heart full and hopeful for not only the following morning, but every day to come.