▌𝘊𝘏𝘙𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘖
❛ your my favourite feeling ❜
. . ⋆｡˚🍒 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ━━━━
it takes losing her to finally realise how in love with her he really is.
within the multiverse of this love ...
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well, we're in boston. i wasn't joking, i've come here to set this stupid boy straight, and clear things up, because honestly? i'm so fucking tired of going back and forth. i scroll through my contacts and hit matt's name. he immediately picks up.
"iris! what the fuck happened with you and-" but i don't let him finish.
"me, rome and liv will be outside your door in 5 minutes." i bluntly state, not caring what he would say.
"wait you're in boston? WAIT YOU'RE COMING HERE? DO NOT COME HE-" his yells are cut off as i end the call, slipping my phone back into my pocket. if chris didn't wanna talk to me, tough fucking luck. we pull up to the triplets' house five minutes later, like i said, and make out way to the door ready to knock, but that wasn't needed since matt had already opened it, like he was expecting us.
"iris! olivia, rome. how lovely of you to accompany us on this wonderful evening." he smiles nervously, like he was trying to hide something. i squint my eyes at him.
"are you trying to stall, matt? you'd be a terrible spy." i admit, nodding to myself. his face falls.
"hey! i would be an amazing spy." he crosses his arm, offended. i take this as an opportunity to slide past him, ignoring whatever he was saying. "iris-" he tries to stop me but he fails. i walk in through their kitchen and through to their living room, finding chris.
