Opposites Attract...and All That Whatnot

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“We’re a bit of a cliché, Matt and I. He plays football and I’m the bookworm he’s dating. No one could believe it when we arrived at a party holding hands and they all thought it was a prank until Matt kissed me squarely in the mouth. Opposites attract and all that whatnot. We truly couldn’t be more different if we tried. ”
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Written 12/02/2019 in my higher level Leaving Cert. English mock exam

Submitted: March 26, 2019

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We’re a bit of a cliché, Matt and I. He plays football and I’m the bookworm he’s dating. No one could believe it when we arrived at a party holding hands and they all thought it was a prank until Matt kissed me squarely in the mouth. Opposites attract and all that whatnot. We truly couldn’t be more different if we tried. 

Matt is sports mad, weirdly good at maths, goes to mass every week and comes from a large, loving family. I’m bookish, an only child, a history nut, wouldn’t step foot in a church if you paid me and I detest anything involving a ball. 

I can hear you wondering how we became friends if were that different but fear not, that shall all be explained, along with how I accidentally scored the winning goal in the football final. 

 

“How’re you doing?” asked Matt with a broad grin as he plonked down next to me in the English classroom. I ducked away from his hand that was aiming for my hair. 

“Fine, thanks.” I ducked again. “Though I’d be better if you stopped trying to mess up my hair.”

With a loving sigh Matt lowered his hand to my shoulder and patted it gently. 

“Sorry, love.” I just shook my head. Matt was a sap. “We still on for tomorrow?”

I looked at him incredulously, “Of course we are! The Lunch Squad has been made into a film. You seriously think I’d turn down a chance to see my favourite book series on the big screen with my favourite person?”

“Well, when you put it like that...” Matt grinned. 

 

Saturday dawned bright and sunny. Okay, no it didn’t, this is Ireland in February after all. It was grey and miserable, and that awful in between cold where you don’t know if you need the big winter jacket or not. I met Matt at the train station and we walked round to the cinema together. We were about half way there when he nudged me 

“Look, that’s where we met.” I turned and took I the stretch of grey pavement that changed my life. I doffed my imaginary hat at it. 

“I’m not sure if I should thank you, unstable paving stone, for helping me meet the love of my life, or curse you for the scar you gave me.” 

Matt laughed and caught my hand, “thank it I hope, otherwise we’d never be here today.”

I squeezed his hand, “you’re right. If I hadn’t tripped I’d still think you were a bland football player with awful taste in TV.”

“And I’d still think you were a pretentious whatsit who hated Merchantable Quality for no reason.”

 

After the film (which was amazing by the way; very true to the book. Also film Raven is so hot) Matt and I were planning on going for a walk by the beach but unluckily the heavens opened. Also unluckily I’d decided that it was not winter coat weather. Matt and I dashed into the nearest shop but it was too late, I was absolutely soaked. 

“We’ll have to wait until it eases off a bit then go back to mine. I’m sure I can find something that won’t be too big for you to wear,” Matt said, peering up at the sky. I just shivered in reply. 

 

Back at Matt’s house he hug out an old jersey, a pair of jeans he’d outgrown and a belt for me to wear. It was nice actually, to be surrounded with Matt’s scent. We considered playing Monopoly but his younger sister had ‘borrowed’ it for her toy shop so we decided against it. We ended up on the couch, Matt playing some violent video game and me sprawled across his lap, tracing soft circles into his thigh. 

 

Monday we had P.E. first thing and I left out Matt’s jersey with my bag so I wouldn’t forget to give it back. Some eejit thought it would be funny to run off with my school uniform to Lord knows where while I was in P.E. though, so when the new coach was on the lookout for someone to be a sub for today’s match, I was wandering about dressed in the school jersey. He nabbed me and bundled me onto the pitch, not listening to a word that I said. 

The next thing I knew the ref was blowing the whistle and the football was flying about all over the place. I tried to explain that I shouldn’t be there and that I didn’t know how to play Gaelic football it the only answer I got was the man shouting at me - something to do with wings maybe?

Before I could respond, the players all started heading straight for me so I legged it in the opposite direction. Apparently that was only to be a moment’s reprieve because the ball came flying my way and hit me on the head with a loud thunk. I staggered back a bit but had barely recovered when the crowd started cheering, the referee blew his whistle like a demented budgie and the team descended on me again. Arms patted wherever they could reach and we became a human heap. 

“Ow,” I said softly, not quite understanding what was going I.  

“Alex?” Matt had wiggled his way through the throng. “Alex, what are you doing here?”

I just shrugged because everything was moving far too quickly and I didn’t want to shake my head in case it started spinning. Matt’s fingers gently probed my head before he pulled me in and placed a soft kiss on the blooming bruise. 

“You just won the final for us, you funny boy. You, Alexander Burke, scored the winning goal!”

I just stared stupidly at Matt, “I what?”

“We won the final!” Matt cried, apparently just realising exactly what I’d done, and he picked me up and spun around. Amid the whoops and cheers of his teammates he dipped me and kissed me, right there in front of everyone. 

 

If you didn’t think we were a cliché before, maybe you do now. Although come to think of it, there aren’t many clichéd couples who are gay, so who knows? I just know that I wouldn’t swap him for the world.


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