Canad(i)axReader: When dorks collide!!!

It was first period, and you sat in the back of class watching as the new student introduced himself. He was cute, with longish-blond hair that had a wierd curl and violet eyes hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses, much like your own. You blushed a bit and looked away as your eyes connected. You decided to just listen and stop gawking at the guy. You could barely hear what he was saying, partially because his voice was so quiet, but mostly because the rest of the class had already forgotten him and drowned him out. You managed to hear a faint "I-i'm Matthew W-williams, and I'm from C-canada...." But the rest was drowned out by the chatter. Finally, the boy resigned and went to sit down in an empty seat.
"Pssst!" You tried to ge this attention.
"Pssst! Matthew, right?"
He blinked at you and nodded. You motioned for him to you and he smiled, almost in relief, as he plopped down in the seat on your left. You stuck your hand out shakily. You had never done well with guys even (especially) when they were shy like you.
"I-i'm [f/n][l/n]." You mumbled as he schook your hand.
"I'm M-matthew, AGH! But you already knew that! Maple... that was stupid..."
You giggled a bit at his pink face, which caused him to turn even pinker.
You couldn't get the local guys to talk to you (not that you wanted them to), let alone make them blush!
He looked at you and muttered a quick "Sorry."
"No no! I just thought you were funny, is all!" You smiled apologetically.
"R-really?!"
"Yeah, totally!"
Matthew was stuttering his gratitude when the bell rang. You both stood up and you tried to peek at his schedule. "What class do you have next?"
He peered back at you questioningly. "A-a-american Literature? I d-don't think I'd be too good at that c-class..."
You smiled and took his hand, ignoring both of you pink faces and led him to the class. "I have it too! Don't worry, I'll help you through it!"
You were pulling him gently to your seats when you heard someone behind you. "Oh, it's that new kid! The one from Canadia!" The dunce then looked at you. "Hey, are you new too?"
Your face turned 10 shades of red as you sat down quietly. No use in drawing attention to myself by arguing with this jerk... You thought, though you mumbled a quiet "We've been at the same school our whole lives..."
Matthew blinked at you. "People don't notice you either?" You sighed, and looked out of the window on your other side. "Yeah, I'm not exactly the greatest banana in the bunch."
"I-i know how you feel... noone ever notices me, not even back home." Your gaze trailed off to him. You couldn't understand it.Why didn't people notice him? At least he was cute and kind. You weren't ugly, but you weren't the prettiest girl in school, and you didn't really talk to anyone, so it was understandable. Your eyes shifted back to the window, and in the reflection it looked as if you weren't even there thanks to a stupid tree. With a sigh, you morosely said "I guess, I'm invisible. No one sees me, no one knows that I even exist."
You felt someone take your hand and turned your head to see a pair of purple eyes augmented by sadness and understanding.
"I see you, _______"

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It had been three months since you first met Matthew Williams, and you two had gotten close. Though neither of you had the guts to admit it to one another, you had both fallen in love on that first day. For the first time since you were young, the fact that people in school didn't notice you didn't make you sad. No matter what, you had Matt to be there for you.

You were standing with him in his kitchen one sunday morning while he made his ever-delicious pancakes. You smiled at him and told him jokingly "You know, you're gonna make my mom cry."
He blinked at you and tilted his head in that cute way that he always did.
"Why is that?"
"Because if you keep spoiling me like this, I won't be able to eat her breakfasts anymore!"
Matt laughed, making you smile. Something about his laugh, no, something about purely  him seemed so comforting. On the days that you did give in and cry, he was the one who would hug you until the tears stopped. That was one of the many things about him that you loved so much.
You stared at him wistfully and his gaze slowly shifted from the pancakes to your eyes. For a minute, your eyes were locked onto eachother and you sat drinking in the other person's stare. Then, you both looked away, blushing and thinking the same thing.
I'm so weak...why can't I say it...?

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The pancakes were finished and you and Matt sat in front of the TV watching re-runs of 'Dead Like Me' with empty plates and full stomachs. There was a pause in the program and commercials began. "Ugh..." You let your head loll to the side and you looked at Matthew. "Hey, Matt! You look blurry" You said smiling. He smiled back and pushed your glasses back up to there place. Through now clear eyes, you saw a drop of maple gooeyness on the tip of his nose and went to tell him. "H-hey..." You stopped abruptly and had a strange idea. Blushing slightly you leaned closer to his face. I-i can't do it!!! Agh! I have to, though!!! You finally made your deciscion. "Y-you've got a bit of syrup on your nose... let me get that for you..."
You gently placed your lips on the tip of his nose and licked the syrup off, making you both blush profusely.

Your eyes shifted quickly to the floor as there was a moment of awkward silence. Finally, you felt Matt put an arm around your waist and pull you to him. His face was red, but there was a strange glint in his sift purple eyes. Oh yeah, he's part French...
"H-hey, _____?"
"Yeah?"
"You've got a bit of syrup on your lips...let me get that for you..."