༶ ⋆˙⊹CHERRY WAVES
A/N: deftness + matt = soaked panties
Summary: reader and matt meet at deftness concert😏
Warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, kissing
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I was beyond excited. My best friend had surprised me with tickets to see one of our favourite bands, Deftones, for my birthday. We were in the queue, eagerly waiting to scan our barcodes to enter the pit. Chills ran down my spine as a breeze swept by, feeling a impractical yet cute in my mini skirt and boots. As I scanned the crowd, I locked eyes with someone further back - tattooed, messy brown hair, and icy blue eyes. His defined facial structure and sharp jawline made my heart skip a beat. He caught me staring, and my cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
He licked his lips, his eyes flickering over me, and he smirked, nodding slightly. I smiled back, but our moment was interrupted when a girl approached him, yelling and pointing at his face. I furrowed my brow, wondering what her problem was. He seemed to calm her down by rubbing her arm, odd. She kissed him. Oh.
I looked away, chewing the inside of my cheek, until my best friend wrapped her arm around me. I looked up to meet her eyes, and she exclaimed, "Who's excited?" with a big smile. We finally entered the venue and squeezed our way closer to the front, close enough to see the stage at eye level but not too close to get lost in a mosh pit. Crossing my arms over my chest, I watched my friend post on her story, cheap drink in hand. Glancing around, I noticed the same guy from earlier to my left, a bit further down, with his little girlfriend. Great.
The cheers erupted as Deftones took the stage, and I sang along to every word, swaying with my friend to the music. After a few songs, the band took a moment to speak and interact with the crowd, and suddenly, yelling broke out to my left. I saw the same couple arguing, the boy's hands in the air as she pointed at his face again. Most people around us were watching, barely able to hear the argument over the continued speech on stage. I made out the words "I'm done" as the girl stormed away through the crowd. I clenched my teeth at the scene and sharply breathe in, and as the boy scanned the crowd, his eyes landed on me again. I offered a soft smile, which he reciprocated. He licked his lips, looking down for a moment before coming over to me. Oh, shit. He reaches me, leaning down to yell in my ear due to the volume of the speakers, "Bad date,". I laughed back, "I gathered that."
Suddenly, my friend wrapped her arm around me, shoving her phone with the flash in my face. "It's my best friend's birthdayyy, I love you so muchh," she slurred, clearly affected by her bottomless drink. I squinted at the flash, shoving my hand in front of the camera. "It's your birthday?" The guy, said again, his hot breath sending chills over my skin. "Was, yesterday," I replied, smiling up at him. "Happy birthdayyy," he drawled out the words. "Y/N," I responded. "Happy birthday, Y/N," he chuckled, and I smiled back. "What's your name?" I asked, tilting my head. "Matt," he said. Suddenly, people behind us started shoving, and Matt quickly gripped my waist. "You good?" he asked, leaning down. I nodded, smiling, my hands finding their way to his wrists that held onto me.
We stared at each other for a moment before I heard a familiar drum. No way. I smiled and jumped a bit, "I fucking love this song!" I practically squealed at him. He smiled down at me, hands moving down to my hips, his cold rings giving me goosebumps. "It's a good song," He replied. I turned my head to look at the stage and moved slightly so I was facing it. Matt picked up on this and moved behind me, his hands resting on the front of my hips. His chin briefly rested on my shoulder. I sang my heart out, swaying softly with him, and as we reached the bridge, I turned to face him, "Is that what you wanttt, with youuu." I grabbed his face, singing at him, as he smiled down at me, and the instrumental bridge played. His eyes flickered to my lips, and I mirrored his actions. His tatted arm moved hair behind my ear, resting by my jaw. We both leaned in, and our lips collided in a kiss. I was never usually like this, kissing a stranger, but it felt right. It was a good kiss. Butterflies erupted through me as I smiled against his lips, pulling away for air.
The song ended, the slide noise of the guitar strings echoed, and the crowd roared. Our foreheads rested against each other for a moment.
"Do you think I could get your number, birthday girl?"
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