CanadaXReader- Photography Partners

CanadaXReader- Photography Partners

"______! Matthew is here!" Your mother calls from the living room.
"I'll be out in a moment!" You shout back.

You throw on a red tank top and white shorts. You like your photography partner... a lot. And since he is Canadian, this outfit will definitely impress him.
A bit nervous, you sigh pulling your (h/c) hair into a sport ponytail.(A/N: Ignore that if your hair is too short for a ponytail.) Mr. (teacher's l/n), the digital photography teacher, had assigned you class to "Capture nature while telling a story". You really don't understand what he meant, but your friend Matthew did. He said he knew the perfect place to go. Alfred, Matthew's brother, would be, of course, tagging along.

Throwing your camera around your neck, you rushed out of your room and toward the living room. Your hair bouncing with each movement. In the living room, Matthew is ducking under his blond hair, his face as red as your tank top.

"Hey.. Uh.. What's wrong Mattie?" You ask, shooting your parents meaningful glare.

His head flicks up, his unique purple eyes scanning you as he fixes his glasses. Taking obvious interest in your outfit, his blush deepens as his smiles diffidently.

"... N-nothing, ______," he says in his normal-no-more-than-a-whisper tone.

What did my parents say to poor Mattie? Eyebrows raised quizzically, you drag Matthew out the front door.

"Bye!" You shout, excited that you finally are away from your family.
"Be careful!" Your worried mother shouted from the doorway.

You tug Matthew by his red Maple Leaf sweat shirt, his face matches the red perfectly. You shyly let go of him.

"Aren't you going to be hot?" You ask, looking down to see he was in jeans as well.
"I-I'll be fine..." He says.

You frowned, a bit worried. You know he enjoys cold winter much more the the burning hot summer. And wearing jeans and a sweatshirt wouldn't make him any cooler.

Alfred honked the horn in his car, "Dude!!! _______!!! This is going to be ROCKIN'!! We'll have the best pics in the class for sure!!"
"We always do!"

Pride flows through you, that was true. You guys always had the most positive feedback on your photos from teacher. Especially you, Matthew said you could be one of the best photographers ever. To you, that wasn't true, but in reality... it could be very well true. Yes, you're that amazing.
"..Yaaaay..!" Matthew chirps doing a small, but still enthusiastic, fist pump. He was trying to be ,like you and Alfred, loud and outgoing.

You bounce into the backseat whooping with Alfred.(Really, the only reason why, was so you would keep Matthew's attention.) Matthew steps over the passenger's seat in his slow walk.

"Bro!!! You have to sit in the back with  _______!"

Alfred quickly locks the passenger's seat before Matthew can open it.  After a couple tries, Matthew looks up with puppy dog eyes.

"...W-Why can't I s-sit with you?.. I-I mean.. I don't want to cause ______ any problems..." he says looking away blushing. His voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
"It won't be a problem.." You say, feeling rejected.

Matthew gives Alfred one last pleading looking before giving up and going in the back to sit with you.

It's almost like Alfred planned this all out. Locking the door on Matthew, making him sit with you. Your best friend knew about your crush on his brother and promised not to tell. Alfred was really going out of his way for this. He even covered one of the window seats with a pile of junk so Matthew would have to sit next to you.
Either that, or Alfred really is a pig.

***


So far the  10 minute drive has been more than awkward. Ultra awkward. No body has peeped, you and Matthew kept stealing glances at each other. You would open your mouth to say something, but then thought the better of it. Matthew wanted to tell you that you looked pretty, but he was afraid of you just blowing it off.

Alfred however, starts to turn up the radio and the song Call Me Maybe plays, you (love/hate) that song. He starts to bob, making the car swerve on the bumpy road, causing you bounce onto Matthew. Should have worn seat belt! Your hair smacks him in the face, and he wraps your arms around.

"I-I, don't... want y-you to go f-flying.." he whisper-shouts, you can barely  hear him over the blasting music, but you notice his face is as red as you feel.

Then top off all of the horrors happening in the car, Alfred begins to sing.

"HERE'S MY NUMBER!!!! SO CALL ME, MAYBE!!!" He screeches, sounding exactly like a dying moose.
"ALFRED STOP!!!!"

Everything calms down as he mutes the radio.

"You, ______, are no fun," he says frowning as he looks back at you. But you notice his lips fighting to stay as a frown when he notices you on Matthew's lap and his arms wrapped around you. Plan succeeded!
"Sorry I don't want to die today." You grumble, slipping out off of Matthew, who looks out the window so you won't see his disappointment.

The trip has taken a turn for awkward once again, this time it's worse. You're staring at your feet, not making eye contact with either of the brothers, since you Matthew's warming stare. You cleared your throat.
Alfred cleared his throat as well, laughing.
...
...
Alfred clears his throat again, and begins to laugh his ass off, almost literally.

Catching a glance at the beauty that speeds by out the window, you lean over Matthew trying for a closer look.

"_-_____..! W-what are you doing...?" You glance up at Matthew, who has pressed back into his seat, his blush has still not faded.
"It's pretty.. I'm sorry..." You murmuring not liking to cause trouble.
"It-it's fine... Go ahead and keep watching.. I'm sorry.."

Giving him a small smile, you lean over him and again and look out the window.
With you looking out the window now, he gives you a heart-felt smile that would have embarrassed him if you saw.
Suddenly, Alfred takes a sharp turn jerking you into Matthew's chest. Clasping on to his sweatshirt, you blush madly.
"S-sorry Mattie.." You sound exactly like your Canadian partner.

***

You had made it to your detestation, and Matthew was right. It is perfect. It's a mountain range and forest, with wildlife crawling everywhere. This is what would earn you your A.

"Mattie this is-"
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!" Alfred jumps out of the car with his camera dangling from his neck. The wildlife runs deeper in the forest, frightened by your crazy friend.
"Huh?" Matthew looks at you, he knows what you're going to say. But he wants to hear it himself.
"This is so beautiful. More than that actually... I can't find the words." He smiles at you, nodding, knowing exactly how you feel.

***

After taking some simple pictures just to remember the moment, you, Matthew, and Alfred begin to explore the forest. It much more exciting on the inside. From the calls of animals, birds, and insects, to the wind blowing make the leaves whistle.
Alfred runs ahead, claiming he'll capture the best picture. Leaving you and Matthew alone, on purpose.

"Do you hear that?" You ask him, not intending to scare Matthew, but you did.
"Wh-wh-what?" He asks shivering.
"It sounds like whimpering," you say sympathetically.

You guys take  a turn to see a devastating sight.
You see a little fawn nosing its mother who is surrounded by blood. It's obvious the mother is dead, but the poor thing thinks it can save her. It clutches at your heart-strings and you feel a tear stream down your cheek. You glance over to Matthew, who also seems like he's crying.

"Y-you take the picture..." he says, knowing that it'll be more than memorable. All he wants it for you to succeed. You look at him shaking your head."..Do it."

You crouch on the ground and slowly bring the camera up to your face as you capture the baby deer nosing it's mothers bloody pelt. Trying to get this off your mind you ask,

"Matt.. Mattie?"
"...Y...yes?"
"What did my parents say to you?" You look to him.
"..T-they asked m-me why I wasn't .... D-dating you," he says softly, watching you, careful not to look towards the death scene.
"And what'd you say?" You choke on the words, full with hope.
"I-I said.. I said... I don't know... She doesn't like me..." He says diffidently.
"You're right, Mattie, I don't like you." He face drops and he nods knowingly. He had expected this, that's why he never told you.
"I-I love you." You say pulling him into a hug. And he wraps his arms around you, tight enough for him keep a hold of you. He never wanted to let you go. His purple orbs look deep into your (e/c) eyes.
"... I love you too..." He kisses your forehead gently.