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.
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.
“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?”
“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
“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’m in love with you. I just thought you should know.”
“I…I think I’m in love with you, too,” I admitted.
“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
“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.