Dumbass -M. sturniolo

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Nick groaned, already annoyed. "Okay, well, is the camera on?"

Makenna licked ice cream off her spoon without looking up. "Why the fuck are you asking me? It's your channel."

Matt shot her a sharp glare. "Maybe he wasn't talking to you, dumbass." He was still fumbling with the camera like it had personally wronged him.

Makenna set her cup down with a clunk. "Matt, shut the fuck up. I literally don't care."

"Oh my god, if you didn't care, then why'd you respond?" Matt snapped, his voice pitching higher like a kid hitting puberty.

She turned her head slowly, giving him the kind of look people usually reserved for broken microwaves. "HOW THE FUCK DOES RESPONDING MEAN I CARE?!"

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED—"

"Can you two SHUT THE FUCK UP already?!" Nick shouted, slamming the dashboard. Chris was in the backseat wheezing like he was front row at a stand-up show.

Nick smoothed his tone out immediately. "Can we just start the video, please?"

Makenna folded her arms. "Fine."

Matt rolled his eyes so dramatically she swore he practiced it in the mirror.

Chris grinned into the camera. "Today we've got a special guest, as you can see." He stretched his arm across the passenger seat and gave it a dramatic shake—except it barely moved.

"MAKENNA!" Nick yelled like a game show host.

She smirked. "I'm only here 'cause Chris and Nick begged me."

Chris gasped in betrayal. "What?! I did not beg. That was all Nick."

Nick's jaw dropped. "You begged harder than me, don't even lie."

Chris chuckled. "That's not fucking true, bro."

Matt finally cut in, his voice flat. "We're doing a Q&A because apparently you guys won't leave us alone about it."

Makenna tilted her head at him. "Look who finally wants to talk."

He glared into the camera. "If she doesn't shut up, I'll start yelling again."

"Whatever. Nick, pull up the damn questions," she muttered.

—

Things went smoothly until Chris read one question that practically set the car on fire.

"Do Matt and Makenna actually hate each other? And if so... why?"

Both of them opened their mouths at the same time.

"IT WAS IN FIRST FUCKING GRADE—" Makenna began.

"STOP FUCKING YELLING!" Matt cut her off instantly.

She rolled her eyes so hard she could've sprained something. "Hypocrite."

"Our teacher made us play soccer," Makenna said, soldiering on. "Me, Nick, Chris, and Matt were on opposite teams—thank GOD."

Matt smirked. "Best day of my life, actually."

"Can you NOT?!" she snapped. "Anyway—Chris was goalie, me and Nick were kicking, and—"

She and Chris locked eyes and burst into laughter at the memory.

"You guys are so fucking dumb," Nick muttered, though even Matt cracked up.

Matt leaned forward. "No, let me explain—"

"NO, this is the part I tell, because I was the victim here."

Makenna barked a laugh. "Victim? You literally launched the ball at my skull."

"I was TRYING to score. That's literally soccer!" he snapped.

She shook her head. "Long story short—Matt kicked the ball at me the entire game. Then one nailed me in the back of the head, I needed stitches, and voilà—I've hated him ever since."

Matt shrugged like it was nothing. "And I've hated her ever since because she hated me. Fair's fair."

Chris wheezed in the back, clapping his hands. Nick pointed at Matt. "Yeah, bro, I wouldn't like you either if you gave me stitches in the first grade."

Matt just chuckled. "Whatever. I just don't like being hated for playing a game."

Makenna raised her brows. "Yeah, cause attempted murder is totally part of the game."

"If you weren't in the way, it wouldn't have happened!" Matt shot back, waving his hands like he was in court.

They went back and forth, voices getting louder and faster, until Chris finally snapped.

"ENOUGH! WE'RE DONE. WE'RE ENDING THE VIDEO!"

Makenna sat back with a smug little smile. "Thank God. I've been waiting for him to drive me home."

Chris sighed and shut off the camera.

Matt gripped the wheel, muttering. "Now I get to drive this bitch back."

Makenna opened her mouth to fire back, but the argument wasn't worth it. Her eyelids were already heavy, her body sinking against the window. Within minutes, she was asleep.

Matt glanced over once, just once, and the corner of his mouth twitched before he turned his eyes back to the road

We had a background story for Matt and makennas past kind of 💪💪