𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 ╰┈➤ STURNIOLO TRIPLETS

matt sturniolo | quiet

Y/N'S POV

i never really new matthew sturniolo formally. i mean i knew where he lived, his middle name, his brothers, his parents, but i didn't know him.

i was chris and nick's best friend since pre-k when i basically saved chris from choking on a crayon that he inhaled. ever since then we had been inseparable.

but matt never spoke. i knew he had anxiety, and i thought he would've warmed up to me by now but we've never had a civil conversation.

it was raining, and my parents locked the door even when i told them not to because i forgot my key. they weren't home. currently nick, chris, and alahna had cooking club after school and they wouldn't be home any time soon. i sighed and text our group chat.

french toast defenders 😜

y/n:
hey guys, parents locked me out again. can i crash at yours until they're back from work?

nicki 🎀
yeah, matt should let you in. we won't be home for a while so you can stay in my room

lahna bear 🧸
i told u they wouldn't leave the door open. should've stayed with us 😗

chrissy 😎
bitch this cupcake has an eggshell in it

y/n:
lahna's always right!! anyway chris you're in cooking club and still can't cook...L.

matt lemme in plz pookie 😕

matt:
k. don't call me tht.

y/n:
ai ai captain!

i had been walking while typing, and soon after i sent my last text i was at the sturniolo residence. i saw matt standing by the door with an annoyed face, he was about to close the door but i had made it up the steps.

"cant get rid of me that quick." i say and he slowly creeps the door back open, not saying anything back.

"are marylou and jimmy here?" i question and he shakes his head.

"oh." i huff out and look around, then make my way towards nick's room.

"wait." matt called out.

i turn around and furrow my brows, hes never spoken to me first. "you're soaked." he says, my eyes trailing down to my dripping hoodie, hair, and leggings.

"oh it's fine i think i can find something from nick's closet." i smile and nod.

he steps close to me, looking down at me and i get slightly nervous. his blue eyes standing out with his black hoodie and sweats. "kid hasn't washed his laundry since last week." he said.

"oh, then um i'll check ch-"

"if nick hasn't done his do you truly think chris has?" he had a point.

"i'll be fine i'll get a towel or something." he shook his head and took my hand, leading me to his room.

i've never been in here
it's so...empty. no posters, colouring, nothing.

he grabs a pair of sweats and an over sized hoodie for me, and a clean pair of his boxers which made me want to burst out laughing, but i kept my composure.

he placed them in my hands, and used his pointer finger to signal me to turn around and walk to the bathroom to shower.

i followed and closed the door after me. my heart raced quickly, i've never had an interaction with matt for so long.

i had finished my shower after a good 20 minutes. i stepped out and saw a towel and plastic bag, smiling at the kind gesture.

i put my old clothes that were folded on top of the toilet seat in the bag and tied it closed. i dry off and put on the clothes even the boxers, looking at how huge they were on me. my hair was only a little damp since it wasn't wash day and i didn't want to get my hair wetter than it already was.

i step out the bathroom, leaving the folded towel in his hamper by the door. i didn't see matt when i walked out, and i assumed the rest of the triplets plus alahna had made it back.

i walk to nick's room leaving the plastic bag behind his door and then making my way downstairs. to my surprise i see matt at the door with two boxes of pizza, the top one tilting almost falling. i ran over and caught this pizza, sitting the box on the dining room table.

"chris told me to order pizza for when they come back." he stated and i nod, not knowing what to say.

i finally got my chance to talk to matt, so why not just pop that pretty question.

"hey matt?" i start, him glancing over as he sat the other pizza box down, humming in response.

"why don't you talk to me, i mean it seems like you hate my guts." he furrowed his brows.

"listen y/n." he paused.

"i'm all ears, matthew."

"i like you, like a lot. i liked you ever since the day i saw you give chris the heimlich. i just was so afraid of rejection? i don't know, it seems stupid and i still really am scared of rejection, but i don't want you to think i hate you. i mean i hate and i mean hate how perfect you are, and how pretty you look even when you're soaked in water."

i could only smile, matt still ranting about all the things he "hated" about me. i was about to speak when he kissed me, passionately matter of fact.

he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, i obviously kiss back and the warmth of him made me feel butterflies.

the door opened, three tiny heads poking in.

"OH MY GOD MATTHEW YOU'RE KISSING MY BEST FRIEND." nick yelled

we quickly separate and smile awkwardly.

"you've got so much explaining to do." alahna pointed to me and i flush a deep red.