Wear comfortable clothes today? Where is he taking you? When he says comfortable, how comfortable should you get. Is sweat pants date material? Is a dress too much? Decision, decisions.

You and Mathew have been dating for almost a year now. He has been in L.A filming for his show for two months. And the only line of communication is late night phone calls. You started to feel bad about it, he would work from the early am and not be done with filming until almost midnight. But he would still call you, telling you about his day, asking you about yours. Hearing his voice made you miss him even more.

But when he called you and told you that he has a weekend off, he decided to come see you. You couldn't contain the excitement that bubbled up inside you. Rushing around your apartment, looking for something nice to wear for him. Throwing clothes from draws and your closet, putting clothes together to make an outfit. It shouldn't take him long to get here. You quickly out on a pair of blue skinny jeans, a white v neck, a thin black cardigan, and your black converses. Deciding to go simply, nothing too much. You ran a brush through your hair, pulling it up into a messy bun.

As you put the finishing touches on your make up, you heard a knock at your door. Feeling the butterflies swell in your stomach, you made your way to the door, palms sweating. You grab your shoulder bag from your couch before making your way to the front door. Opening the front door, Mathew stood there, wearing tan jeans, a red mickey mouse sweater, with black and white converses. Smiling wide, you lunge at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close for a hug.

"Mathew!!" He wraps his long limbs around your waist, his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. He pulls away, planting his lips on yours. Deepening the kiss, he cups your cheeks, sliding his tongue into your mouth, licking the roof of your mouth. Your moan into the kiss, your grip on his neck tightening.

"Ewwww." You pull away quickly, seeing your next door neighbors eight-year-old daughter staring at you from his door. "Miss Y/L/N, don't kiss him. Boys have coodies."

Mathew bends over, his hand on his knee, laughing hysterically. You can feel the deep red blush forming on your cheeks. "Hey Sammy, why don't you go play in your room."

Sammy squints her eyes, glaring at the two of you before closing the door. Feeling embarrassed, you give him a sympathetic look. He stands straight up, wiping tears from his eyes.

"So are you ready to go?" He asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You close and lock your door.

"Ready."

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"Well how much longer until we're there?" You asked, being to feel anxious. The two of you have been in his station wagon, driving for more than two hours. Only seeing tree's and grassy plains for miles. It was fine at first, he wouldn't tell you where he was planning on taking you, which is adorable. You became curious half way through the drive, wanting to know where you are going and when you are going to be there.

"Maybe a half hour or so. I promise you are going to love it." Taking his right hand of the steering wheel, he intertwined your soft hand in his, bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You can feel your mood slowly dispersing. How can he make you feel so calm so easily? You always felt so relaxed when he's with you, his aura was so refreshing. Sitting in the car with him, the smell of him on every surface of the vehicle, the sun shining over his skin, bringing you to complete bliss. It still amazes you how some as amazing as him could find you attractive, even interesting.

You met Mathew at a party, at some celebrity house. You didn't know who, your friend dragged you there. After your friend ditched you for someone else, you were alone until Mathew came along. You talked throughout the whole night. He told you that he was an actor but you never seen any of his work, because you barely watch t.v. now. At the end of the night, you exchanged numbers, promising to call each other again. And that's how it started. You been together ever since.

Driving for another 20 minutes you pull into a parking lot. Rows and rows of cars parked packed in the spots. You looked around, confused as to where he has taken you. Nothing around you gave you any clues. After a few minutes, Mathew parked the car, turning the car off. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Where are we?" You said, taking off your seatbelt, stepping out of the car. Mathew stood at the end of the station wagon. He took hold of your hand, leading you down the rows of cars.

"Remember a couple of weeks ago you said that you haven't been to an amusement park since you were young."

"Mathew, you didn't." Feeling the excitement build up, stopping in the middle of the parking lot, you squeeze his hand. "Mathew, did you take me..."

"Yeah I did. We haven't seen each other in 2 months. And I wanted to make this day special before I leave again." Feeling your cheeks begin to sting from smiling so much, you peck his lips, running your thumb over his cheek.

"Thank you so much."

"You're very welcome. So let's get this show on the road, yeah." Putting on his sun glasses, he takes hold of your hand, leading you to the entrance of the theme park.

Receiving your tickets, the two of you enter the park, hand in hand. The memories of your childhood came flooding back, taking trips in the summer to your towns theme park with your family. You always loved the atmosphere that theme parks created. Fun and exciting. The smell of stale popcorn and cotton candy, the carnival music, and the sound of the laughter and screams of the crowd. Everything about it gave you nostalgia.

Squeezing Mathews hand, you took him to the first rollercoaster you saw around the park. Waiting in the lines for almost an hour to get on a ride that will only last about a minute, but it all was worth it just being with him. While waiting, he told you about L.A and his co-workers. He enthused about the episodes that he got to direct, his eyes twinkling with passion, his lips stretched into a wide smile. You love it when he spoke about things that he is passionate about, he trusted you completely to show you his personal side. It fascinated you, and filled your heart with admiration. After the rollercoaster, you went to the next one and so on. Mathew never complained, not even when he almost threw up on the accelerator. Even when you pleaded with him that he should take a break, he wanted to continue on, trying to spend the most time with his favorite girl.

You played carnival games, Mathew getting frustrated with the ring toss, playing ten times in a row and still not winning a single stuffed bear. You laughed, taking his hand and kissing it, encouraging him to toss it. Smiling, he shrugs his shoulders before he tossed the ring. It flew through the air, bouncing off a few bottle tops, before it landed perfectly on a red bottles neck. Jumping into the air, the two of you hug and cheer, as the vender hands you a big, plush panda bear. Stretching on your tip toes, you plant a kiss to his cheek, making him blush in the process. Taking your hand, you went on to the next booth.

Feeling like a kid again, dragging Mathew with you, the atmosphere of the park bringing joy to your heart. Laughing and spending time with him, knowing that he is a famous tv star, no one came and bothered the two of you all day. The two of you in your own little world.

Is this what they call love?

This light weight feeling that you get when you're with the person you are destined to be with.

This must be heaven.

The sun long set, and the park is starting to close. Everyone is gathering around to watch the end of the day fireworks show. And there is enough time to ride on last ride before you have to leave for the day.

"Ferris wheel next. Best place to watch the firework." He said, tugging you towards the circular ride. Getting into the cart, Mathew talking to the ride operator before he closed the door. You began to move around and around, you looked out of the side of the cart, the people walking about getting smaller, almost looking like ants. Sighing, you scoot next to Mathew, resting your head on his shoulder, as he brought his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You sat in comfortable silence, listening to each other breath. Your cart stopped at the top of the Ferris wheel, looking over the whole park. The moon light your only source of light.

"Y/N?" Lifting your head to look at him, the light of the moon enhancing his features. He reached into his pocket taking out a small box. He rubbed his hand on his pants before his brown eyes stared into yours.

"We have been dating for a year now, and I know I haven't been around a lot but every time I am with you, I just feel so jubilant. When we talk on the phone, even though I am tired as hell, I just have to hear your angelic voice before I go to sleep. You're special to me, Y/N, and I want you to have this." Opening the box, a small silver knot object sat on the silk pillow. Taking the object out of the box, you notice that it was a screw.

"It's the screw that I had in my knee, I got it made into a necklace. I saved it for this very moment, giving it to the girl that I love."

Feeling the tear cascading down your cheeks, you took hold of his neck, and crashed your lips to his. Putting all of your emotions into it, showing him how much you love and appreciate him.

Pulling away, you take the necklace out of the box, Mathew helped you put it on. The light weight of the screw sitting perfectly on your chest.

"Thank you. I love it. I love you, Mathew."

"I love you too, Y/N."

As you kissed again, the Fireworks show began. The cheers of the crowd drowning out as the two of you meld into each other, becoming one. The world becoming oblivious.