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Kechi
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With no words to fill the space instead it was simply the sound of the gentle stream from the faucet, the low hum of slow rock on the radio, the rush of heat that coursed through Matthew's veins, the sweetness of Cordie's presence right by his side as they stayed like this till the very last dish.
November 13, 2025 at 6:00 PM
"It's not because I think you talk too much, but if we keep talking like this, I'm afraid I might..." He couldn't say for sure what he might feel pulled to do.

"No, it's OK. I think I get it. Let's just stay like this. At least until the dishes are done. Deal?"

"Yeah, deal." They both agreed.
November 13, 2025 at 5:45 PM
"No, don't be! I guess I can talk a lot"

"That's not it, it's—" The idea that she could need him for comfort was so unexpected and confounding. It made it difficult for him to trust his impulses right then. She was so close. "Is it OK if we don't talk for a bit and just stay like this for a while?"
November 13, 2025 at 5:30 PM
"And that's what neighbors are for, being there for each other and everything, right?"

Her earnestness was met with more silence.

"Or, I guess, never mind. I'm overstepping probably."

"No." Matthew finally spoke. "I just...I'm processing. I can get overwhelmed with words. Sorry."
November 13, 2025 at 5:15 PM
"And just so you know, the offer is mutual. If you ever needed help with anything, I'm here for you. Even if it's just to talk and you need someone to listen. I'm good at that."

Matthew didn't respond right away, so Cordelia felt it right to add "because it's like you said, we're neighbors."
November 13, 2025 at 5:00 PM
"I mean...we are neighbors. If your parents or friends or boyfriend aren't around—if you really needed my help—then, yeah. I guess."

"Could I ask for your help even if they are around?"

"Even if they are, then...yeah, I guess."

"That's comforting." Cordie smiled. "You're a good guy, Matthew."
November 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
"Hey, Matthew," Her voice was lower but just as sweet, "it's been nice being able to rely on you for extra support. If I need help like this again, would it be OK if I called or texted or something? I promise I won't make it a puzzle."

Cordelia was so close to him it made it hard to think or relax.
November 13, 2025 at 4:30 PM
"Well, I feel really lucky you used your powers of affluence for my sake this time."

Cordie moved closer to Matthew. At first he thought it was to reach for the soap bottle but instead, she cocked her head to the side resting it on his shoulder. When her warmth connected with his heat, he froze.
November 13, 2025 at 4:15 PM
"I was stressed and scared and you really took control and fixed everything in ways I never would've thought of or could do on my own. You're amazing for that, you know?"

Matthew cleared his throat. "I'm not. I just happen to be rich and across the street. It's easy to solve problems with money."
November 13, 2025 at 4:00 PM
They were friends in all the ways that mattered most.

"Hey, Matthew?"

"What is it?"

"I just wanted to thank you again. You kind of really saved me tonight. I got in over my head trying to shut the party down, panicking, passing out. If you weren't there I don't think I'd be OK right now."
November 13, 2025 at 3:45 PM
For Cordelia, she may not have gotten what she thought she wanted—an admission of friendship from Matthew—but she shouldn't have made that into a game in the first place. Matthew had always been small with words but impactful with actions, and his actions tonight confirmed what she'd hoped for.
November 13, 2025 at 3:30 PM
He knew it wasn't exactly the same. Maybe it wasn't even a little the same. But there was a warmness there. A genuine want from her to be near him. Even if he was only imagining it, he wanted this feeling to last. So at every turn, if she wanted him to, he'd be as close to her as she'd let him.
November 13, 2025 at 3:15 PM
Matthew didn't respond to her remark about how he was still the same. Partly because he didn't know what to say. That she regarded him at all and thought back on him fondly—that felt nice.

In moments like this, it made it feel possible that she felt the same way about him that he felt for her.
November 13, 2025 at 3:00 PM
Y'all stay having me no more good in the comments, when I tell you I screamed 🤣🤣🤣🤣
This is what I’m picturing 🤣 (pretty sure that’s her backyard though but still! lol)
November 13, 2025 at 3:38 AM
The vibes for today's queue brought to you by keshi's "Say"

You're welcome for the earworm 😉
keshi - Say (Official Music Video)
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November 12, 2025 at 6:24 PM
"You have a really bad habit of giving very little away, ya know that?"

Matthew shrugged. "I've never been much of a conversationalist."

"I guess you've always kind of been that way." Cordie giggled again, then sighed. "But it's nice, the ways you're still the way I remember you from childhood."
November 12, 2025 at 6:00 PM
"I don't want you to stop." Matthew held her gaze for a sustained moment, then looked away. "I mean, I don't mind you texting me. Your weirdo puzzles are sometimes interesting to solve."

"They're not meant to be puzzles." Cordie giggled. "I guess I was failing to get you to hold a conversation."
November 12, 2025 at 5:45 PM
"So I got anxious about it and rushed into getting you to admit that you felt it too, but I shouldn't have turned this into a game. If my texts have annoyed you then—"

Matthew reached out for her plate. Their fingers brushed.

"I wasn't annoyed."

"You can be honest. If you want me to stop texting—
November 12, 2025 at 5:30 PM
"Because you've all but stopped short of saying the word!" Cordie huffed. "I guess, this is as much as I can hope for, or maybe I shouldn't be pushing too hard for something so superficial. You're right. Things between us have changed since cotillion. I think I worried I was the only one feeling it"
November 12, 2025 at 5:15 PM
"It feels like you want me to say that we're," Matthew swallowed, "that what I feel is the same as how you feel? Since cotillion things have been different between us, maybe. Unless I'm wrong about that. Am I?"

Cordie let out a deep sigh, "Matthew, you're impossible."

"Now I'm impossible?"
November 12, 2025 at 5:00 PM
"I came over because you made that crazy Social Bunny Post. I thought that you—I just wanted to make sure you were..." He trailed off.

"You were checking up on me because we're..."

"We're?"

"Finish the sentence."

"With what?"

"You really don't know what we are?"

"How could I possibly?!"
November 12, 2025 at 4:45 PM
"I don't want you to say anything, I just want you to admit—ugh!" Cordie grumbled. "Why do you think I've been texting you? Why did you even come over tonight?"

"I don't even know how you got my number, and you text like a book of riddles."

"And you came over because?"
November 12, 2025 at 4:30 PM
"Well, yeah, because it means, well, you know."

"I know?"

"Yeah, ya know, that we're like..." Cordie left an intentional blank space for him to finish her sentence.

"That were like?"

"Yeah, that we're 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦..." She emphasized that last like with her eyes.

"What is it that you want me to say?"
November 12, 2025 at 4:15 PM
"Well, I wouldn't think I look very dainty either, do I?"

"No, I guess you're pretty..." Cordie paused as she glanced over at Matthew, the bulge from his flexed muscle suddenly something she couldn't unnotice. "Sturdy." She glanced away. "That aside, I'm glad you came."

Matthew paused. "You are?"
November 12, 2025 at 4:00 PM
"What do you think I do when my parents go out of town on the weekends?"

"You have a cleaning staff, and besides, you kind of give too pampered for housework."

"You're one to talk, Princess Sugar was it?"

"Oh, ha ha. I'm not as dainty as I look. I know my way around a scrub brush."
November 12, 2025 at 3:45 PM