CanadaxReader: Notebook Entries

"Hey, Matt!"

"Huh?" Matthew was utterly confused. A girl's voice was calling his name.

"Hey, Mattie, (Name)'s calling you." Alfred nudged his brother with a smirk.

He turned his head and saw that the girl waving at him excitingly. When (Name) saw that she has his attention, she patted the empty space across from her. Alfred pushed Matthew towards her.

Matthew sat nervously across from her, setting down his lunch on the table. "Y-you were talking to me… right?"

"Of course I was! Your name is Matthew. It's alright if I use Matt for short?"

He wasn't paying attention; the sound of his name being called with her voice reminded him of sweet chimes.

"Um... Matthew?"

"W-wait, M-Matt is perfectly fine!"

(Name) smiled. "Great! Then it's Matt!"

"How do you know about me?" he asked quietly. "I mean, most people mistake me for Alfred."

"Why wouldn't I? Almost half of my classes are with you. We never really talked before, so here we are!"

The two talked about the things they liked and disliked with laughs here and there.

"You know, I've always thought you were an energetic and confident person, (Name)."

She looked surprised at that statement, but soon smiled. Sadly, the bell rang all too soon and it was time to get to their next class

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They ended up making a de idiom to meet after school and Matthew was eager to see her. He waited near the front, leaning against the wall nervously and fumbling with his history notebook.

"Hey, Matt!"

He looked up happily. She didn't forget me! Matthew saw her running his way with notebooks stacked in her hands. As he brought his hand up to wave, she tripped and dropped her things in the ground. Luckily, she saved herself from falling. He jogged to her.

"O-oh, (Name), are you okay?" He leaned down the same time as her and bumped heads. "I-I'm sorry!" he stuttered. Quickly he picked up his own notebook along with hers. "Here…" Matthew handed her the books with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, Matt… this is what I get from running."

"N-no, it's okay. You're not hurt, so everything's fine."

"What about you?" she asked worriedly, taking her notebooks from him.

"Me? Oh, I'm fine. With a brother like Alfred, I'm used getting this." He knocked on his head playfully.

(Name) laughed as they walked home together.

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Matthew sighed. He was nearly done with his homework. All that was left was History. He pulled out the notebook and flipped to a page. Matthew took a second to read quickly and panic.

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He told me I was confident, but Matt just doesn't understand how hard it was to even think about it. Talking to the person you've liked for three years isn't easy! Matt didn't even know that we had classes together. Stupid Al. He said Matt knew about me. He's the guy who helped me realize I loved someone I've never talked to until.

With Matt, my heart starts beating even when I pass him in the hall. He's always being mistaken for Al, but he always tries his best when he tries to get noticed. It makes him cute.

He's so gentle and shy. I love how his violet eyes sparkle and how he gives off this mature aura around him. I saw Al crying because he got in a fight with Matt. Apparently, he pointed every single one of his faults for 3 hours. I have to admit he's cute when he gets angry. I would've loved to see that. It's hard to talk to him when he ignores you a lot.

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"T-this isn't my notebook!" he cried.

He tried to think back. It must've been when I bumped into (Name). Our notebooks are the same brand after all…  Matthew read through it again and found himself stuck in a fantasy world.

Truthfully, he knew that (Name) was in his classes. He just didn't have the courage to walk up to her and introduce himself. He always gets a happy feeling when he goes to the classes they have together. And now that he knew that they had the same feelings, his heart felt like it was going to burst.

Matthew wanted to think more about it, but he panicked. "I-I left that note from Alfred in my notebook!"

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That morning, Matthew decided to go find (Name), no matter how nervous it was making him. He found her walking to the library with a book and his notebook hugged against her. (Name) reached for the handle but suddenly sneezed. A folded paper flustered out of the notebook, in Matthew's horror.

She saw it fall and bent down to retrieve it. When she stood up again, (Name) unfolded it in curiosity. Matthew knew what it was. He was passing notes with Alfred during History yesterday and he knew exactly what they wrote.

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I saw you talking with (Name) bro

So?

C'mon you know you like her!

Sure I do, but I don't know if she likes me back

Hike up your skirt Mattie! Time to be a MAN!

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(Name) smiled and stifled a laugh. She saw Matthew from the corner of her eye and walked towards him with a shy smile.

"Um… h-here…" She held out he notebook with the note tucked inside. "I realized it wasn't mine before I left school."

He took it and gave her the other one. The two just stood there with embarrassment.

"Um… (Name), I-I want you to know that I'm not ignoring you. There are just… things that distract me about you. And by the time I get back into focus, you're… gone…"

"Like what?" she asked obliviously.

"You're… you're adorable." He lost his sense of right and wrong when he gently cupped her cheek. "Your eyes, your face, your skin…" Matthew dragged his hand down to her chin, lightly rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip. "Your lips… everything about you is adorable. Perfect."

"U-um… I-I…" Her head was spinning, trying to find the right words to say.

"I love you."

He slowly leaned in, tilting her head in his direction. His nose nuzzled against hers for a second before tilting his head. Matthew felt (Name) breathe a little, making his heart thump faster. The gap was beginning to close as—

"Yeah, that's my bro! Be the man, Mattie!"

The two blushed even more than they already were and looked to the left to see Alfred cheering from the end of the hall.

"Alfred…," Matthew groaned, lacing his fingers with (Name)'s and quickly walked away with her.

Embarrassingly, he received a peck on the cheek. (Name) giggled. "I really love you, too!"

He smiled and pressed his lips against hers for a second, squeezing her hand. With a blush, he whispered, "If you're going to kiss me, can it be on the lips, please?"