*ring me calling him
Y/n: You here?
Mattia: finding a place to park. Walk to the front
Y/n thoughts: why are butterflies in my stomach? Why? what the fuck is wrong with me? We are friends. Friends. Whatever.
I see him. We hug. Dear God he smells so good. Colognes probably called fuck me n09.
He puts my bags in the trunk and you can tell he jacks. One bicep is a bit bigger than the other. But we get in the car and my dude drives faster than I thought. We have a funny conversation about random topics
Y/n: Do you think sand is called sand because it's between the see and the land
Mattia: *laughs wtf
Y/n: Why do you think old people stop having sex? Does the dick actually go limp?
Mattia: Maybe. What do girls do at sleep overs?
Y/n: Depends. Sometimes we talk about boys other times we shake our asses and give each other lap dances to stripper music. Hell sometimes we practice making out on each other
Mattia:😳
Y/n: What? You asked I delivered.
Mattia: I wasn't expecting that. Do you like girls?
Y/n: Nope. Strictly dickly. But i'll let a girl eat me out if im horny enough
Mattia: * laughs we're here
