Truth or Dare (Canada x Reader) part II

After a long, boring, uneventful Friday, school finally let out, and you made your way home without hesitation. It was a thirty minute walk from the school to your house, but you didn't mind it. The mild weather and cool breeze made the air feel perfect.

The phone in your pocket went off without warning, causing you to flinch at your ringtone. You quickly pulled out your phone and unlocked it before putting the speaker to your ear.

"You have reached _____ the magnificent," you said in a silly voice as you continued to walk down the road. A soft voice answered, and you quickly perked up when you realized that the voice belonged to your new friend Matthew.

"Hey, _____, It's Matthew, I wasn't sure if I should call you or text so I just called right now,"

You smiled at his nervous demeanor and picked up your pace, noting the dark storm clouds in the distance beginning to billow in your direction.

"Now's a perfect time, I'm glad you called," you chirped into the speaker before rounding a corner. "I'm just walking home from school." You found it slightly odd that you couldn't wipe the smile off your ace, but took no notice of it.

"Oh, that's nice." Matthew replied softly, "I'm already home, Alfred gives me rides because he's got the car and I usually get crowded if I take the bus because no one notices me."

You frowned, wanting to give anyone that didn't notice Matthew respectively a piece of your mind, but obviously you didn't  voice that thought out loud. Instead, you decided to change the subject to a happier one.

"When do you wanna go eat pancakes?" You asked as your street came into view. You turned another corner and spotted your house and jogged over. The phone was silent as Matthew thought.

"How about tomorrow morning? I could pick you up, if you'd want me to-,"
he said, but Matthew was cut off by static, and suddenly a loud voice replaced the soft one of the Canadian's.

"Hey dude, you're like totally flirting with Matty!" The unmistakable voice of Alfred hollered through the receiver. You flinched in surprise before mentally rolling your eyes.

"I'm not flirting, Alfred. We're just going on a little date is all, chill out." You groaned, wishing he'd just give Matthew back his cell phone. You could hear Alfred's obnoxious laughter.

"Sure, man, whatever. Make sure to take care of my little bro!"

With that, there was more silence, and you once again herd Matthew's soft, yet slightly agitated voice once again.

"I'm sorry, he took my phone," Matthew said quietly. "Can I pick you up tomorrow at eight, then?"

You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling, and nodded before remembering he couldn't see you. You mentally face palmed as you opened the door to your house.

"Eight sounds fabulous," you said happily, "I'll talk to you later Mtthew!"

"Yeah, alright, bye."

With that, the phone clicked and the call had ended. You let out a little sigh of contentment before laying down on your couch with a smirk painted on your lips.

Why did he have to be so damn cute?

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If this were any other Saturday, you would have cursed the very thought of getting up before eight o'clock. But, the thought of your date with Matthew gave you extra energy and you were more than happy to dash out of bed to go hop in the shower.

There was no way you were going to sleep through today.


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Matthew was pleasantly surprised to find out that the two of you actually lived only a few streets away from each other. He was also quite put out when he discovered that Alfred fully intended to ride with him over to your house to pick you up.

"Alfred I really don't think you should just walk into her house like that-" he began in one breath before Alfred swung open the door, cutting him off. Matthew's cheeks flushed in embarrassment and annoyance at his older brother's actions.

"No worries dude, I let myself in all the time when I come over, her parents love me!" Alfred stated as he walked through the entry way to the main room. Matthew resisted the urge to slap his hand to his forehead, and followed suit, though instead of lounging on your couch like Alfred, he stayed standing up. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and looked round nervously.


Suddenly, the door to what must have been the bathroom opened up to you, wrapped up in a towel, with your (h/l) (h/c) hair completely wet, and clinging to your skin for dear life. You might have actually not seen either of them, had Alfred not announced his existence with a "YO ____!"

You let out a a small yelp in surprise before whipping around to look at Alfred with a twinge of annoyance.

"Seriously, Al? What are you doing here?" You asked dryly. Before remembering you were in a towel.

Your cheeks grew a dark red.

"I came to see your older brother Josh, where's he at?" Alfred asked loudly. You rolled your eyes.

"Josh and my parents are all on vacation to Miami for a week. I didn't want to go because I hate getting behind on homework, so I stayed home, you're all out of luck Alfred." You said calmly, "now please leave my place of living before I destroy you," you added with a smirk.

"Dude, this bites," Alfred muttered before walking over to fist bump you. "Later."

With that he walked out the door, leaving you alone with Matthew. In a towel.

"Okay, Matthew, just let me go get dressed and I'll be right down." You said quickly, flashing him an apologetic look. "I'm really sorry about.. This,"

"It's alright," Matthew said, looking just about anywhere than where you were standing, "I'm sorry my brother decided to walk in like that,"

You noticed that his cheeks were almost as red as yours.

"It's cool, everyone walks into my house, there's really no point in knocking." You explained, reassuring him that you weren't upset. "Be back in like, five minutes."

Matthew nodded at the floor as he heard the soft click of a door, then fell down onto the couch, resting his beet red face in his hands.

'I cannot believe I just saw her like that!' He thought in horror, praying that this didn't ruin anything. He leaned his head back against the couch for a little bit before the door flew open, and out you stood, clad in black shorts with a (f/c) hoodie.

"Okie dokie, lets get going," you said with a grin, grabbing Matthew by the hands and pulling him up. He gave you a small smile, and opened the front door for you before shutting it quickly behind him.

The two of you walked outside to the black Lexus parked in the drive way and Matthew quickly opened the passenger door for you before getting in the driver's side. You smiled at how sweet he was being, but didn't say anything.

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The two of you walked into the tiny pancake house, with the tinkling of a bell to announce your entry. A girl with short red hair walked up to the two of you with a big smile on her face, green eyes twinkling happily.

"Hey Matty," she said with a grin, the usual table?" She turned to give you the same warming smile which you returned eagerly.

"Yes please," he said, giving a small smile. The red head showed the two of you to a small booth to sit in, and pulled out a pad of paper.

"So this must be the girl you've told me so much about, right?" She asked while looking at you once again. You felt your cheeks go crimson, and noticed that Matthew's did the same. Your stomach did a little flip when the woman smiled triumphantly; you didn't know Matthew had ever talked about you before.

"So I'm right," the girl decided with a smirk. "Well, this is on me, get whatever you two like, I'll be back in a few minutes." With that, she walked over past the counter, and through a door that must have led into the kitchens. You looked over at Matthew and smirked.

"So, you talk about me huh?" You asked, smug curiosity written all over your face. Matthew fiddled with the drawstrings of his hoodie for a moment.

"That was Sarah. She's the waitress here, and I always come by alone, so we talk." He admitted with a shrug. "Though I didn't think she'd tell you all that," he added quietly.

"I think it's sweet," you said quietly, matching his tone as you reached for his hand from across the table. Matthew smiled up at you, squeezing your hand gently with his own.

Once the two of you decided what it was that you wanted to eat, the waitress swept back over and wrote it down, then quickly made her way back to where she had been before. After a few minutes, you had a delicious looking plate of strawberry crepes, and Matthew had a stack of chocolate chip pancakes with Maple syrup drizzled on top.

You both thanked Sarah, who gave a quite dramatic bow before returning to her job, leaving you two to make conversation. Usually, it was difficult to actually get you to shut up, but for some reason when you were around Matthew you found it difficult, and a little unnerving to try and make conversation.

So, the two of you began eating in silence, stealing glances at one another when you thought the other wasn't looking. Suddenly, a loud noise startled the both of you, Matthew even dropped his fork onto the plate, making a loud clanking noise.

"Sarah this ISN'T how you make crepes!" A surprisingly short man with cropped brown hair yelled from the kitchen door. Sarah looked up in surprise for a moment, before irritation swept over her face.

"Actually, that is how I make crepes. It'd be proper to say that's not how YOU make crepes," she explained with a smirk, jabbing. Finger into the tiny man's chest. Matthew snickered.

"They fight like this all the time," he murmured.

"When I'm through with you there's no way you'll be working here anymore!" The short guy shouted furiously, glaring back up at the sassy waitress, who had her arms folded in front of her chest.

"Oh no," she drawled, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically. "I'm a waitress, I live off minimum wage and tips, I think I'll survive if you actually manage to get me fired."

You snickered, shoveling another bite of the crepes into your mouth.

"Are you mocking me?" The short guy growled menacingly, his face pinched up in dissatisfaction.

"Yup!" Sarah agreed, patting his shoulder. " bring it on, little shit."

The man arguing with your waitress decided he had had enough of the situation, and stomped back into the kitchen before slamming the door behind him. Sarah burst into laughter.

"He loves me really," she said to no one in particular before returning to cleaning off the tables. You and Matthew exchanged looks before bursting into laughter. Once the two of you finished your breakfast, you thanked the waitress for your meal, and left the restaurant hand in hand.

"Anything else you'd like to do?" Matthew asked sweetly. His eyes were glued to the road, but his left hand still held onto yours. You shrugged, nothing in particular really struck your mind as 'We must do'. Anything seemed fine.

Until a magical idea struck your head.

"Wanna go back to my place and watch Disney movies all day while eating popcorn?" You asked quickly, turning around to look at him with a giant grin on your face. Matthew gave you a side glance, returning your smile. His blue eyes crinkled like they did when he truly smiled, and it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

"You still watch Disney movies?" He inquired with interest. The two of you had just pulled into your driveway.

"Damn skippy I do," you said proudly. The two of you were just sitting in the car at this point, the engine was already turned off.

Matthew was silent, looking around in thought. Suddenly, he turned over to you with a broad grin on his face.

"Only if we watch The Lion King first."

~~~~~~~~~~~Two hours later~~~~~~~~~

The two of you were snuggled up under a blanket, watching the credits of the lion king roll down the screen. The two of you were wearing the t-shirts that had been under your hoodies. You, were singing quite loudly to "Hakuna Matata" and suddenly decided to throw the blanket off the two of you, and jump to your feet in a heroic stance.

"It means no worries, for the rest of your days! It's our problem freeee, philosophyyyy!"

You broke off and turned around to look at Matthew, who was still sitting on your couch, with an expectant look on your face.

"... Hakuna Matata!" He yelled out loudly in the same sing song voice, taking you by surprise. The two of you erupted into laughter, and you collapsed onto the couch in your original spot next to your Canadian.

"I think that's the loudest I've ever heard you," you remarked with a grin, reaching out to hug him. Matthew obliged and opened his arms with content look on his face. He was so warm and surprisingly firm against you, and you didn't exactly plan on letting go of him for quite a while.

"It happens every once in a while," he said shyly. "Though it's usually Alfred who gets it out of me by making me really angry."

"Well that's not nice of him," you noted, looking back up at him with furrowed eyebrows. "How do you deal with him, anyway? He seems to enjoy pushing your buttons."

"Hakuna Matata," Mathew said with a shrug, grinning down at you. You let out a small laugh and nudged him playfully with your shoulder. Gosh, he was such a cutie!

"So," you started, still keeping your arms wrapped around his waist comfortably. "What movie do you want to watch next?"

"I don't mind," he decided, "but before we watch the next one, could I do something?" He added in a quieter voice, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

"Sure, what's that?" You asked, letting him go slightly in case he needed to get up. However, instead of moving, he wrapped his arms tighter around you, and leaned down to lightly kiss your lips. Your eyes were wide with shock, and Matthew looked extremely embarrassed with himself, looking down at the front of his t-shirt suddenly.

"I'm sorry if you didn't want-" he started, but you never really found out what the end of that sentence was going to be. You leaned up and kissed his lips tenderly, causing him to go rigid in surprise. You smiled against his lips when he relaxed, laying down on the couch and pulling you down with him. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and kept you close in a sweet embrace.

If you ever had a cute moment in your life, this was definitely it.

"Maple," Matthew sighed when the two of you ended the kiss. "That went better than I expected. Alfred said you'd slap me."

You let out a soft laugh and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"No, I just slapped him, because he came onto me while the two of us were playing Call of Duty. I'd much rather kiss you than anyone else." You explained, snuggling into the crook of his neck. Matthew nodded, but said nothing.

After a little bit of quiet cuddling, you looked up at Matty, who's eyes were lightly shut. His breathing had slowed down, and his arms around you were firm, but soft at the same time.

'I suppose that's the only movie we're going to watch today' you thought in content as you laid your head back down. After a few more minutes, your eyes began to get heavy, and you found yourself falling asleep in Matthew's arms.

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"Dude! Guys where have you been its like- woah." Alfred called as he barged in through the door, waking the both of you up with a start. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and glared at Alfred, who now had a smug look on his face.

"Not flirting my ass," he said with a laugh. "Later guys, don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

With that he shut the door.

"God dammit, I was comfy," you growled, leaning back down against the awoken Matthew. You looked up at his sleepy eyes and sat up, stretching out your arms.

"Wanna watch 'Finding Nemo'?" He asked groggily, setting himself upright as well.

"Okie dokie, I'll go get more popcorn."