Matt has been scrolling through tiktok and instagram all morning, his fyp has been filled with tiktoks about girls getting sweatshirts from their boyfriends. Of course he was happy for them, but he really didnt get the hype.

He googled it, and the screen said something about Heather and give your girlfriend a hoodie day.

See the problem was— he didnt have a girlfriend. But he did have a bestfriend. They were awfully close, and flirty. So he figured it'd be a funny joke if he gifted her a hoodie, with a flirty little note.

He yelled bye to his brothers before leaving to the van, hoodie in hand with the flirty note. Y/N and him had an shared amazon list, her list consisted of many, many hoodies, but he didnt get any. What would be the point if he didnt give her his hoodie?

He turned on music— in hopes to drown out his overwhelming thoughts, making him think this was a bad idea.

He finally made it to her drivewave, he grabbed the hoodie and the note. Then turned off the van and hurried to her porch, rushing himself so he wouldnt hesitate to open the door and walk in.

He walked up to her room and knocked twice, before walking in. She was sat at her desk, headphones in. One knee to her chest, other dangling off the chair and she was hovered over a paper on her desk.

"Hey y/n." He smiled, tapping her shoulder. "Matt! Why are you here?" She asked, taking out her headphones and looking up at him.

"What am I not aloud to come over?" He fake pouted, "No, come over when you please. Its just I wasnt expecting you today?" She stood up, the top of her head only as tall as his neck, "Damn you're short." He remarked, glancing at the space of air above her head.

"How the fuck did my height come into the subject?" She looked him up and down, before resting on one of her hips. "I dont know, anyway. Look what I got you!" He smiled, moving his hand from his back and putting it in front of her.

Her eyes lit up and she immediately smiled, her smile made matt smile a very toothy grin.

"Matt!" She grabbed the hoodie, and the note. She opened the note, matt's smile dropped, but instead his lips turning into a smirk, knowing damn well how she'd react.

Although he cant remember what he wrote he knew it was something so very flirty, because her cheeks went pink and her hands started fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

She looked up at matt, stared him in the eyes for a bit too long. Before grabbing a fist full of his shirt and yanking him down to her level, before pressing her lips against his.

Matts eyes widened, then quickly closed.

Fuck, what did I write? He thought, both excited and a bit confused.

500 words.