Mister Blue Eyes

Nina's POV:

I rolled around on my large bed, staring out the large window, viewing New York scenery. I can see thousands of tiny windows that look like a million sparkling diamonds blocking any star from shining. Resting my eyelids, I can't hear a single sound, not even a cricket.

Unable to sleep, I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen for a cup of water. As I walked in the empty hallway, I can hear my footsteps echoes, very loudly. Grabbing a cup of water, I sat on the counter, drinking it silently in the dark as my eyes scan the living room.

"Nina?" I turn my head towards the weak voice. Matt came out rubbing his eye and scratching his stomach.

"Sorry did I wake you up?" I placed the cup of water on the counter.

"Can't sleep?" He said taking a seat in front of me, placing himself between my legs. Wrapping his arms around me, he leans on my stomach releasing a deep yawn.

"No, not really" I whisper lowly, running my fingers through his hair. I wonder how it is possible for someone to have such smooth, silky hair. Props of living with Matt - I don't have to buy my own shampoo.

I'm not very good at adapting to a new environment. When I first slept over at Alice's house in middle school, I laid there awake the whole night listening to crickets and barking dogs.

Matt rubs my cheeks lightly with his warm thumb. "Want to sleep with me?" He gently whispers

I shook my head "No it's okay. I have to get used to it by myself somehow."

He stood up, carry me off the counter towards my room. I wrap my arms around his neck "You smell like apple and peppermint."

"Yeah. It's my favorite smell. A girl I really like got it for me on my birthday. Don't tell her I like her though; her ego will swell."

"I won't tell her. It will be our little secret" I laugh lightly, placing my finger on my lips making a shushing sound.

I can feel his chest rumble lightly. Reaching our destination, he put me down. The hair on my arms shot up as my feet made contact with the wooden floor "Good night dumpling" he said placing a kiss on my forehead and went back to his room, which is right across from mine.

I walked back to my bed and flop down, once again staring out the window. As I close my eyes, I can see Kevin running out of the hotel bedroom frantically. The shocked look on his face when he saw me. How his eyes widen as he drops the clothes on the floor. The desperation in his voice as he apologizes to me. Stupid stupid stupid, stop thinking of him, I told myself. I bit my lips, hugging Mister Blue Eyes tighter, curling myself into a ball.

My idiotic heart yearns for him, continually pestering me to call him. However, a part of it tells me to stay here with Matt.

Grabbing a pillow and Mister Blue Eyes, I stood up and walked out of my room. Lifting a fist, it hangs in the air momentarily before I knock against the door. The handle click and the door open. "Can I sleep in here tonight?" My head lowers looking at his feet, quite ashamed of how weak I am.

"Of course," he said as he grabs my hand leading me to his bed.

"You stay on your side of the bed."

"Fine" he mumbles crawling into bed, laying on his bare stomach.

I laid down on my side, my back facing him. My eyes open, staring at the outside window. Biting my lips, I turned and got under Matt's arm.

"I thought you say to stay on your side of the bed" he chuckles as wrap his arms around me.

I snuggle into his chest. "It was too bright outside" I mutter while our legs crossed with one another.

"You have the panda I gave you," he said, a smile of satisfaction emerging.

"Yup, I like Mister Blue Eyes" I replied, feeling the blood flowing in my cheeks.

"Mister Blue Eyes?" He grabs Mister Blue Eyes and stares at it

"The Panda eyes are black. Are you okay Nina?" He placed a hand on my forehead

Rolling my eyes, I swat his hand away. "I know Mister Blue Eyes; eyes aren't blue. Yes, my eyes are messed up, but it can still distinguish colors, sometimes."

"Then why did you name the panda Mister Blue Eyes?"

I laid there, while he stares at me "No reason" I whisper, placing Mister Blue Eyes between us. He removes Mister Blue Eyes and wraps his arms around my waist.

We laid there, in comfortable silence, staring into each other eyes. Matt has the darkest blue eyes I had ever seen. It's exceptionally alluring, holding such mystery and seductiveness. As if he has a deep secret he isn't telling, holding something back that I don't know.

He lifts a hand, stroking my pink cheeks, something he had been doing quite frequently. I don't mind though; I like it. It soothes me like how a warm bottle of milk calms a baby. Strange comparison, I know.

"When will the pain go away?" I breathe out

I can feel his chest flatten as he releases a deep breath "One day sweetheart."

I took several sniffed as tears started rolling down. Sometimes, it feels like all I do is cry in front of Matt. When I hear his voice, my walls crash down almost instantaneously with brutal force.

"Don't worry. I'll be here for you. Okay? I'll always be by your side" He whispers placing kisses on my forehead.

I nod as I place my hand on his chest, letting the warmth take me "Thank you, Matt."

I can feel his lips tilting upward on top of my forehead "Short Stack thank you."

"For what?" What have I done for him during these past few months except being a burden? He feeds me ensuring I don't starve myself, something I often do when I'm stress. He lends me his clean clothes, remind me to bathe, and he doesn't push me for answers or forces me to leave his room when I don't want to.

"Just for being here, in my arms."

"I know I'm an excellent cuddle buddy aren't I?"

"Terrific cuddle buddy" he snuggles closer to me kissing my forehead once again.

"Why do you always kissed my forehead?" This is also something else I notice he had been doing lately too. I hate to admit, but I love the feeling of his hot lips on my forehead. Makes me wonder how it would feel on my lips. Unfortunately, I will never have the luxury to feel it.

Matt probably views me as a baby sister as I see him as an older brother. Deep inside there is a part of me that wished for more, but I'm happy with our position. Matt being my older brother and best friend means he will never leave my side.

"Because I like your forehead" he replied casually.

I snicker "You like my forehead?" This may be the first time in my life when someone compliments my forehead

My face used to be full of acne, resulting in many faded scars. Not just my face but neck and back too. Sadly, many people will not let me forget it. I'm not sure if they mean well or indirectly insulting me when they say things such as 'Maybe you should've eaten healthier' or 'I know this facial cleanser.'

My ex-fiancé used to defend me but overtime he stops. At first, I would ignore it, but as time pass if enough people tell you something, you start believing in it. When people look at me, it feels like they were looking at the ugly red pimples or dark scars on my face instead of me.

"Yup sexist forehead I've ever seen" he tapped his finger lightly on my forehead giving it another kiss. I love the small gestures Matt would give me. For the past two years, we know each other; he had never once pointed out any of my flaws. When he knows I'm insecure about something, somehow he always finds the positivity in it.

"Matt how is your skin so damn perfect. There isn't a single scar or blackhead or a pimple. Have you ever had a pimple before? Do you have a secret your hiding? Like splashing your face with holy water every night?"

His brow furrows together as his lip tighten "I have, once in middle school, I think."

I exhaled through my nose lightly "Of course. Once" I rest my hand on my hand as I tap my fingers on the table.

"What's wrong Nina?" he held his hand on top of mine lightly with as his lips scrunch to the side.

"I went to my boyfriend family meeting today and his sister sort of pointed out certain spots on my face," I said as one of my fingers started tapping rigorously on the table

He exhales and held my tapping finger "Your boyfriend didn't say anything?"

I shook my head "He used to, but it happens frequently, so he just stop, I guess. But, it's okay, I completely understand why he would. Plus I'm pretty sure they didn't purposely say it out loud" I bit my cheeks praying what I'm saying is true.

He got up and sat next to me "Look at me Nina" he said in a severe tone.

I glanced up at him.

He cupped my cheeks together "You are gorgeous just the way you are. Your acne does not define who you are; it plays a very tiny part of your life. The people who don't see that doesn't deserve your attention or time. It's hard because you, yourself, notice it more than everyone else. But I know you, you're strong, kind, and truly amazing. You're the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life."

Staring into his icy blues, I knew what he said wasn't a lie. Matt doesn't lie, ever. He had always known exactly what to say to me, things that I wish my boyfriend would say.

Steadily, he leans forward "Nina" he whispered.

"Yes?" I blinked several times as I bit my lips.

"You spilled the tea on me" I looked down, and the ice tea in my hand was half empty. Glancing down, his pants were soaked. I cover my mouth but a muffled laugh exposed itself.

He rolled his eyes "You think this is funny?"

I nod as a burst of loud laughter burst from the pit of my stomach. My laughter dies when I saw him reach for his cup of water.

"Matt don-"

"Should I give you a compliment too?" I said as I laugh lightly. Even if I did, I wouldn't know what to say. Matt is the closest living being that represents perfection.

He scooted downward "Go on. Praise me" he spoke with pure amusement, lacking any self-interest.

"Hmm let's see" I lifted a finger, tapping my chin, attempting to choose one of many things I can say.

I could compliment on his bottom but knowing him, he would turn it dirty somehow. Perhaps his abs? No, let's not walk down that path. I decided to go the safest route and poked his cheek "You have the cutest dimple I've ever seen."

"You like my dimple?" He tilted his head slightly as if it's the first time someone ever compliments him on his dimple.

The dimple is position on his left cheek. It's deep but not too profound, just at the right level. When he smiles, it would appear like a cute little button.

"How much do you love it?" He asked in the most serious tone; I had ever heard from him.

"A lot. I'm weak against dimples" I pucker my lips glancing at his cheek hoping he would smile so I can see them.

Sucking his lips inward lightly, his tongue made its appearance "How weak?"

"Really weak."

"Umm weak enough to make you want to kiss it?" I bit my lips and nod. I'm not entirely sure where this conversation is leading, but I'll flow with it and see the outcome.

"Go for it. I give you permission" Matt tilted his left cheek toward me. I couldn't help but chuckle as he backed away in amusement "Just kidd-"

I cut him off and gave him a kissed on the cheek. He froze at my actions "Stop staring at me. You said go for it" I mumbled and turned my back on him. My eyes tighten, feeling my cheeks and ears burning up. I mentally cursed myself for doing such a thing.

He pressed his chest against my back as he placed a hand on my stomach. Putting a massive leg over mine, he trapped me in place. His heavy hot breath hits the back of my head, fogging my mind.

"Don't poke me in the morning."

"I can't promise that short stack" he mumbles.

Welcoming Matt heated body, my eyelids started getting heavy as a smile crossed my lips. Reaching out, I grabbed Matt's hand as his laces with mine.

When I woke up, I rub my eyes slightly. Glancing around, I realize I was in Matt's room. He has a simple room, black and white while everything was kept to a minimum. I wonder if he will let me add some stuff to his lifeless room.

Looking over, he wasn't next to me, but traces of warmth was still present telling me he left not too long ago. I exhaled a deep breath and went to the bathroom prepping myself for the day.

I released the urine within me and glanced around the bathroom. It wasn't as large as I thought, but what caught my eyes was the shower and bathtub. It looks like one of those showers you would see in a movie where the hot main lead would stand there, thinking deeply as the water hit his perfect abs.

Walking towards the living room, the mouthwatering smell of bacon and eggs woke me up "What's for breakfast? I'm hungry" I ask rubbing my stomach.

"Bacon. Eggs. Pancakes. Sausage" he grins.

I grabbed a sausage and bit it "This is an okay sausage" I said, swaying the other half in front of his face.

"If you want I have a real sausage for you to eat" he chuckles.

"I like big sausage, not small one sweetie" I teased him.

"Oh, my sausage big darling. Once you get a taste of it, no other sausage will fulfill you" he got closer to me pinning against the fridge.

I slowly place my hand on his shoulder, positioning my mouth near his ears and bite it.

"Ow! Fuck Nina!" he grabs his ear and rubbing.

"Try making another suggestive comment at me again" I stick my tongue out at him.

"You only did that because you had no comeback" he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

I stood there, frozen, knowing he is right. I had no comeback, that's why I bit him. I had never been good with comebacks. It's like people put me on the spot, staring into my soul, expecting a witty response to exit my lips.

As I looked at him, he shot me a mischievous grin.

"Matt, what are you doing?" I took several paces back.

"Nothing" he shrugs as he inches toward me slowly.

"Don't do it, Matt."

"Do what?" He said in an innocent tone as he batted his eyes a couple of times. My eyes shot from him to my bedroom door, immediately I sprinted towards it. I can hear heavy footsteps following me. A pair of arms wrap around my waist, dragging me back into the living room.

"Matt! Let go!" I started hitting him, but he didn't even faze

He threw me on the couch and got between my legs "RAWR! Here comes the tickle monster!" He shouted in a deep, playful voice

I laugh hysterically as I waved my arms and legs in a random direction.

"Say it!"

"No!"

"Say it!"

"F-F-Fine!"

He stopped tickling me and stare at me with a smile showing off his endearing dimple.

"I'm still the best!" I screamed, turning my body in a futile attempt to escape. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me back, beginning to tickle me again.

"O-Ok! I'll say it!"

He stopped and placed both arms beside my head, preventing me from escaping.

"Matt is the best" I mumble.

"What? Can't hear you. Say it again" he cups a hand over his ear and leans forward.

"Matt is the best!" I shriek into his ears.

"Shit Nina!" His face grimaces as he shook his head slightly trying to get rid of the pain.

I started giggling underneath him as he flopped on top of me, stopping my giggles.

"You're heavy" I poke him in the stomach.

He got up and stared into my eyes, his nose hit mine. I can feel his fresh hot breath hitting my face while his chest hit mine every time he inhaled. I swallow the lump forming in my throat as I try to calm down the wild butterflies in my stomach. His eyes trail down towards my lips as he licks his own. I bit my lips when I felt a tingly sensation below me.

Moving my hips, I tried to get out of his grasp. He grabs my wrist and pins me back down, pressing against me harder than before. My eyes widen, as I felt something hot rub against my core. My hips automatically move rubbing him tenderly. I can hear him releasing a low grunt as he tightens his hands around my wrist.

I feel something, something very odd, poking me.

The bell rang.

"Aren't you going to get that?" I whisper

"Ignore it," he said still staring at my lips.

It rang again.

"I think it's important."

He ignores me as he lifted a hand tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, stroking my face lightly in the process.

DING DONG

DING DONG

DING DONG

"Ugh, Matt go get it!"I groaned

He rolled his eyes and got off of me. I sat up, regulating my breathing. I must be going insane because I think Matt Jr. wanted to say hi.

"Come on man! Let's hang out! I never see you anymore. You're always off on a business trip" a deep voice boomed throughout the room. I turn my head towards the entrance, trying to see who it is at the doorstep, but Matt large body covers my view.

I know it's impossible since I'm looking at the back of his head, but I can see Matt rolling his eyes "Go away, Jack. I'm busy" he said with a dashed of annoyance.

"Is there someone in there you don't want me to meet?" the stranger, possibly name Jack, laughed loudly.

"No" Matt stated firmly as he shut the door.

Jack stuck a foot in and pushed back Matt. He took a step in, and his aqua blue instantly met mine. Does everyone have blue eyes around here?

"Well well well looks like you are hiding someone" he teased as Matt rolled his eyes.

He skipped towards me "Jackson Martinez, Matthew Greyson best friend, and main bitch. What's your name cutie?" He leans down towards my face, showing off his clean white teeth.

I kneel on the couch, looking at Jack than Matt. I wonder if all of Matt's friends are good looking. I met Justin before, and he is a hunk, now there is Jack, which makes me question if all handsome men hang out with each other. They probably have a secret potion that keeps them all looking sexy.

Staring at Jack, he continues smiling at me. Little did I know, the man in front of me is both my savior and my destruction.