"Class, unlike some," Matt replied. Steve shoved a glass of beer into his hand. "No thanks, man, I'm driving."

"Whatever you say, Ishida. Wanna go scope out some of the freshmen? It's the first party of the term, and these girls are new to the college scene."

"Hey, man, that sounds like fun, but you go ahead and I'll catch up." Steve nodded and walked into another room. 'Someone should do all females a favor and castrate that guy.' Matt thought. He walked through the foyer in search for food. He'd just come from band practice, which had lasted most of the night therefore causing him to miss dinner, and he was insanely hungry. He walked into a kitchen full of people watching two guys have a chugging party. There was a big bowl of pretzels in the center of the table and Matt sauntered over to grab a few.

He started talking to one of the spectators, when he heard a familiar laugh coming from another room. He abruptly walked away from the conversation and into the living room of the house. He scanned the room for lavender and found what he was looking for. In the middle of the room, at a card table, sat two people, a guy and a girl, doing shots. The purple-haired vision Matt knew as Yolei was the girl, and it looked like she was pretty smashed. He charged across the room and tapped her on the shoulder.

"What, exactly, do you think your doing?" Yolei turned around and looked up at Matt, who was towering above her. She threw her arms around his legs, attempting to give him a hug.

"Matt! I've missed you," she slurred. "It's been so amazingly long!"

"Yolei, it's been a few hours. I saw you at lunch." He removed her death grip from his knees and helped her stand up.

"Where are we going?" She asked, confused.

"I'm taking you back to your dorm."

"But, Ma-att," she whined. "I'm the reigning champion. I have to defend my title."

"It's better to have you home safe, than to have you drunk around a bunch of guys. Davis would kick my ass."

"Well, I don't want Davis to kick your ass, but I'm having wa-a-a-a-a-a-ay too much fun to leave now, so- what are you doing?!" Yolei looked at the ground from her position over Matt's right shoulder.

"Taking you home." Matt told her, walking towards the front door.

"Okay." Matt cocked an eyebrow at her sudden agreement.

"What? No argument?"

"No, I like my view here. You've got a really nice butt, Matt."

"Drunk people..." Matt let his sentence hang as he opened the door.

"Where ya going, Ishida?" He heard Steve call.

"Home." he replied.

"Who's the girl?"

"Her name's Yolei." Matt was starting to get annoyed.

"Nice choice. Slender body, mmm. Nice legs, good taste in thongs, too." Matt's eyes flashed with anger.

"Might wanna quit talking while you're ahead, Steven. She's a good friend. And while you're silent, stop looking up her skirt as well."

"Sorry, man. I should've known you weren't going to do anything with her. You haven't taken a girl home in 3 years, why start now?"

"But, Mattie, you are gorgeous," Yolei joined in. "How could you not take girls home? It seems almost impossible. I mean, who wouldn't make a pass at your beautiful body?" Matt blushed and walked out the door. The frigid night air hit them, causing Yolei to shiver.

"Cold," she uttered.

"Well, if you didn't lose your mind and decide to get drunk tonight, you might have remembered to bring a coat."

"I didn't decide to get drunk, it just happened."

"I thought you were smarter than that."

"Don't be disappointed in me, Love. Haven't you ever gotten drunk?" Matt continued down the sidewalk, his shoulder becoming sore from the added weight of Yolei.

"Of course. I woke up with a tattoo of a guy's name on my ass the morning after."

"A guy's? Can I see?" Yolei put two fingers under the waistband of Matt's jeans trying to get a peek at his butt.

"Yolei! Stop that!" Matt said in an indignant tone. He removed her from his shoulder and stood her up in front of him.

"I just wanted to see your tattoo, Mattie. Please don't be mad at me." Yolei had a sorrowful expression on her face and Matt immediately regretted scolding her.

"I'm not mad at you, Yolei. I'm just a little flustered. You can't look down my pants, okay?"

"Okay. For the time being, that is." Yolei giggled at her own comment, finding it funnier than Matt did. She wavered in her standing position and Matt stepped forward to stabilize her. "Matt, I think I had too much to drink."

"You're just now realizing this?" Matt held her with one arm around her waist, trying to help her hobble along the sidewalk. They walked in silence for a while, until Yolei stopped. "What's wrong?"

"I'm too tired. Can you carry me?" Yolei pouted and looked at him with Bambi eyes. Matt sighed and lifted her up in a cradled position. When Matt glanced back down at Yolei she was fast asleep. He shook his head and continued his steady tread to Yolei's dormitory.

Matt searched Yolei's purse for her keys. It was a difficult task for him, considering he was still holding Yolei herself. She stirred as he tried to find a way to open the door without dropping her. "Matt, this isn't right," Yolei said, in a half-asleep daze.

"What's not right?" He whispered to her.

"This scenario is so utterly romantic and I don't think you realize it." Matt opened the door and carried Yolei over the threshold of her dorm.

"I've picked up on it."

"Really? Like you've picked up on other things for the past four years?" Matt took Yolei into her bedroom and lay her down on her bed. He left her there and started to looking in her dresser drawers. He found a large T-shirt in the second drawer and took it over to her.

"The last four years? Yolei, what in both worlds are you talking about?" Yolei stripped her tank top off, and Matt acted as if he didn't notice.

"Well, if you weren't so dense, maybe you'd know." She unzipped her skirt and tossed it at Matt, who in turn caught it. She struggled to pull the shirt over her head, and got her head caught in one of the sleeves. Yolei made a few muffled noises and Matt helped her fit into the shirt properly. "Thank you." She situated herself on her bed so she was sitting with her back to the headboard.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Matt?" Matt peered at her, trying to figure out if this were a trick or not.

"I think you are beautiful." Yolei didn't appear pleased by his answer.

"And do you think I'm interesting?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then why aren't you interested?" She whined loudly.

"In what?" Matt asked calmly, hardly ever reduced to shouting like her.

"Me!" Yolei knocked her head on the headboard, seemingly for emphasis on her statement. Matt sat down hard on her bed, a million things going through his head at once. 'She likes me, oh shit. I love- this can't be happening, it's just because she's drunk. My shoe is untied. Don't do what you're thinking about doing, Matt Ishida! She's drunk, she has no idea of what she's saying, and she would never forgive you come morning. Frienship is priority, I can't screw up what we have; she's my only good friend at this school. I've gotta move away from her... I can't be so close.'

Matt looked up atYolei, who had a few tears rolling down her face. He automatically lifted his hand to her cheek, wiping them away. He removed her glasses and set them on the night stand. "Don't cry," he cooed softly. "Please, don't cry. It breaks my heart when you cry."

"In a boyfriend/girlfriend type break, or in a just friends type way?" She asked, refusing to look into his eyes.

"We'll talk about that in the morning, okay?"

"Okay, Matt," Yolei yawned, then scrunched her nose up. "I'm gonna go to sleep now." Yolei slid under her comforter and Matt stood up. He pulled the covers up to her neck, tucking them on either side of her.

"Good night... Yolei." Matt said walking away from the bed, and torwards the doorway to the sitting room.

"Good night, Matt. I love you," she told him sleepily.

"Yeah, I love you, too." Matt whispered, and shut her bedroom door behind him. He made his way to the couch and sttled down for the night.

A muffled groan came from underneath Yolei's covers as she woke up to a throbbing pain that felt like it was coming from right behind her eyes. Some of her activities from the previoius night came to mind. 'At least I'm in my own bed,' she thought. 'Even if I don't know how I got here.' Yolei sniffed the air, detecting the smell of bacon. She heard grease popping and someone shuffling around in her kitchenette. She blindly groped at her nightstand for her glasses.

Yolei looked around her room for any tell-tale signs of sex, and sighed when she found nothing of the sort. 'Not like you would even know what to look for.' She pushed her comforter to her feet and half fell off of the bed.

"Oomph!" She let out, as she landed on her chest. The girl stood up with the help of her bed-side table, trying to fight off a wave of nausea. She slowly walked into the other room, wincing at the light streaming in from the windows. Yolei's eyes fell on a bright hue of yellow and she immediately knew who was in her dorm. She stomped over to the small table in the middle of the kitchen and sat down.

"Mornin', Angel," Matt said, looking over at her and smiling brightly. Yolei blushed and let her head drop to the table.

"Don't talk so loud," She complained in a groan. Matt turned his attention back to his cooking, stirring the eggs and flipping the bacon simultaneously.

"Someone's not taking her first hangover very well." He left his position in front of of the stove and poured a cup of coffee, mixing in cream. He set the mug in front of Yolei. "Drink it," he commanded. "It'll clear your head a little."

"Thanks." She sampled the coffee and found it to her liking. "I thought I was out of French vanilla cream," she mused.

"You were. You were also out of aspirin, but look what I have. I went to the drug store this morning." Matt shook a bottle of Advil in front of her face, then set it down on the table.

"You are beautiful!" Yolei grabbed the little container and tried to open it.

"So you said." Yolei froze in the midst of trying to get the freaking lid off of the freaking bottle (damn childproof bottles!!). (A/N: Can you tell I can never open those things?)

"What else did I say?" Her voice turned high-pitched and nervous. Matt put two plates on the table (Bacon, eggs, and yummy, layered Hungry Jack Biscuits) and sat down in the seat opposite of her. He took the bottle from her, effortlessly unscrewed the lid, and handed her two Advil.

"Do you really wanna know?" He lifted his fork and put it to his plate.

"I need to know."

"Well, okay. Umm, you got drunk-"

"No shit, Sherlock," Yolei interjected. Matt sighed.

"As I was saying, I found you doing shots with a bunch of guys at the frat house. I had to carry you out of there, because you refused to leave at first."

"What made me cooperate?"

"You said you liked the view." Yolei still looked puzzled, so Matt explained further."I had you slung over my shoulder, so your line of vision was directed at my rear."

"Well, you do have a nice butt." Matt ears turned a light pinkish color.

"Where was I?"

"You carried me out of the party..."

"Oh, right. So I brought you here, and you pointed out that what was happening was romantic. You mentioned my ignorance of the last four years, and I put you in bed. You asked me if I thought you were pretty and interesting -I said yes to both, by the way- and then you asked me why I wasn't interested in you. I told you we would settle everything in the morning and tucked you in. Then you said that you loved me."

"Oh, hell." Yolei folded her hands in her lap and put all of her concentration on them.

"Did you mean it?" Matt asked, his tone flat to prevent any kind of emotion from seeping through.

"What would you say if I did?" Yolei's voice was timid and frightened.

"You answer my question first. If I answer your question, and you didn't mean what you said, it might mess up what we have now, and I'd rather have friendship than nothing."

"Um, I meant every single word of it. I didn't mean to let it slip, but I guess alcohol and feeling suppression don't mix well." Matt studied the salt shaker that sat next to his hand with a solemn expression on his face. Yolei felt like crying. 'I've messed up.' She thought. Finally, he spoke up.

"To answer your question, I have to say that I love you, too. Past four years have been an inner hell for me, because I thought that you would never love me. You were always so open in your crushes, I thought that-"

"The others were only crushes. Love is different. It's scary to love someone, who might not love you back. If exposed, feelings could get crushed. Hey, wow, that was wise of me!" Yolei, despite what else was going on, was amused with herself. Matt cleared his throat, trying to bring her attention back to the matter at hand. Now that they'd both just admitted their love for each other, there was only one thing to do. In a single fluid motion, Matt got up from his chair, grabbed Yolei's hand, and lifted her out of her own. Spinning him into her, their lips connected for a brief moment, before Matt pulled away. Seconds later, Matt found himself being tackled to the floor by Yolei, who was kissing him with all the pent-up passion she had controlled for years.

When she ran out of air, she pulled away from him, winded. He looked up at her with a grin that could charm a Phantomon. "How long have you been waiting to do that?" He asked.

"Not the time to talk, Mattie." Yolei's lips were on his once again, her tongue exploring his mouth. She left a trail of kisses down his neck, pausing to suck on his clavicle. He let out a noise of pleasure as she did this, and he wrapped his arms around her. Yolei started to unbutton his shirt, kissing him still. She was stopped by Matt grabbing her wrist, looking up at her with loving eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked, with every once of self control he could gather. "If you're not ready, we don't have to do this."

"I've never been so sure," she replied, very much to his liking. Yolei went for yet another kiss, making it softer than the others, but no less ardent. Matt pulled off her glasses, folding them and placing them on the living room table. Yolei straddled him, grinding their hips together in a sinuous way. She pulled off his shirt, immediately followed by Matt removing her night shirt. Yolei kissed his bare chest, making her way down until she reached his navel.

She drew a circle around his belly button with her tongue as her hands fumbled with his zipper. Matt let out a soft groan as her hand brushed against his strained erection. He whimpered when she struggled with the zipper, the only thing on his mind getting out of those confining pants.

"Damn thing is stuck," Yolei muttered, trying her hardest to make the gadget work. Matt let out a cry of exasperation, tugging at his zipper also. He swore when their efforts were still failing after five minutes. "Stay right here," Yolei commanded him, getting off of him and running over to her desk. She pulled pair of scissors from the top drawer, causing Matt to look down at his throbbing member. Debating whether the scissors were the safest solution, Matt let out a laugh of irony. No male should ever have to make such a decision.

After walking back over, Yolei sat next to him on the floor, holding up the sharp, pointy scissors with a glint of excitement in her eyes. She gave him another one of those long kisses, before pulling away. "I'll cut down the side so I won't hurt you," she explained. Yolei lifted the waist of his jeans and carefully started cutting down the length of his hip, then thigh. Matt held his breath as she did this, silently praying that nothing would happen to his lower region.

Yolei stopped cutting when she reached his knee, pulling his pants off impatiently. Now only their underclothes were preventing skin to skin contact. She hungrily kissed him again, rolling her tongue around his. She slowly inched her hand up Matt's thigh, Matt thinking that he would go insane if she was any more sluggish. Yolei was fully aware of this, and was enjoying her power over him. Going in for the kill, Yolei....

"Sorry I didn't call last night!"

.... was interrupted by her room mate. They jumped apart, Yolei blushing at being walked in on.

"Kita," Yolei grumbled, glaring at the girl.

"Sorry," Kita said sheepishly, looking around the room at anything but the two almost naked people in the room. "I, um, just need to get my books, and I'll leave...." She went to her room, trying not to crack up. Yolei stood up and held her hand out. Matt pulled himself up, and Yolei took him to her room, throwing him down on the bed with all the force she could muster. Being careful to lock the door first, she jumped onto the bed with him, getting back to the business at hand. She leaned down and nibbled on his earlobe, running her tongue upon it while removing his boxers.

Yolei sat back up, taking a respective look at what she had gotten for her hard work. Arching her eyebrow suggestively, she positioned her head between his legs. Matt's eyes went wide at she took him into her mouth, sucking lightly at first, then harder as he begged and moaned for her to do so. Swirling her tongue around him, Yolei could tell he was almost at his release, so... she backed off.

"I, I... but," Matt babbled, uncomprehending of what had just happened. She shushed him, placing a finger over his lips.

"I want you inside me," Yolei whispered lightly, causing Matt to shudder at the feathery breath on his ear. He nodded, then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It slid off effortlessly and was flung to the floor, where it sat with Matt's shorts. He slowly removed her panties, Yolei bending her body into his so he could do it without strain. An idea hit him, and he grinned, flipping Yolei onto her back.

"My turn," he said huskily. Enveloping one nipple in his mouth, he moved a finger in circles over the other, evoking small gasps from the surprised girl. His other hand moved down, his fore and middle fingers entering her, exploring her, causing her breathing to become fast and heavy.

"Oh-my-God-Matt!" She let out, alternating her words with breaths. And as abruptly as he started, Matt stopped, inducing a frustrated growl from Yolei.

"Turn about is fair play, ne?" He breathed into her ear.

"Let's get this done!" She demanded, losing every ounce of patience she had. She would absolutely burst if her climax didn't come soon, and Matt was pretty much the same. Matt finally lowered himself into her, trying to move in slowly so Yolei could get used to him. Her eyes closed as she endured the pain of being entered for the first time. Yolei felt a wave of pleasure course through her body, and let out a high pitched squeak.

"That was an interesting noise." Matt murmured, starting to thrust in and out, trying to elicit similar sounds from her. Their breaths came quickly, Matt letting out hollow grunts and Yolei on the verge of screaming. Yolei could feel her body tense up, signifying that she was almost to her sweet release, and her muscles tightened around him. Her nails dug into his back, nearly drawing blood as they both came into each other. Matt squeezed his eyes shut when he peaked; Yolei shrieking Matt's name at the top of her lungs, along with every deity she could think of.

"I knew you'd be a screamer." Matt said, pulling from inside of her then sidling up next to Yolei, nuzzling into her neck. He pulled up the comforter over both of them, and they both fell into a deep slumber.