Bittersweet - A Matthew Sturniolo Fan-fiction

05 - movie night

"Chris we always watch the Alvin and the Chipmunk movies, why can't you pick something else for a change?", Nick groans from the sofa he is sat on with Chris.

Chris gasps in shock and puts a hand to his heart in mock horror, "There is nothing wrong with watching Alvin and the Chipmunks more than once!"

"We have watched every movie more than 8 times over Chris." Nick deadpans before turning to me. "Do you really wanna watch Alvin and the Chipmunks Tilly?", he asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh sure I guess. I haven't watched those movies since we were kids." I admitted. Chris gasped again. "Ok now we are DEFINITELY watching Alvin and the Chipmunks.", he said as he hit play.

I sighed and got comfortable, bringing the soft blanket over me. I was sat on the smaller sofa and Chris and Nick sat on the bigger one, having called dibs on it when we got here.

Matt had gone straight up to his room, ignoring all of us.

A loud rumble disturbed us. I whipped my head around to look over at Chris in disbelief. "Don't tell me that loud ass noise was your stomach!", I exclaimed.

His shrugged and said, "Guilty. I'm fucking starving, how about we order some pizza?"

"Yeah okay I'll just order a few different ones", I said as I took out my phone and started ordering a few different types of pizza, making sure I had a good selection before putting my phone away and going back to watching the movie.

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Half an hour later, there was a loud knock on the door. "I'll get it", I said as I got up from my place on the sofa. I went and opened the door and there was a guy holding 4 pizzas in his arms. "Pizza for Matilda?", he asked, trying to not drop the food. I nodded and took the pizzas from his arms before handing him some money. "Thanks", I said smiling, "have a good night!" I shut the door and walked back into the living room, placing the pizzas down on the coffee table.

Chris instantly went straight for the meat-lovers pizza whilst Nick took a slice of the margarita. I opened the third box and licked my lips, grinning at the Hawaiian pizza in the box.

"Ew gross. You still like that shit?", Nick asked, grimacing at the pizza like it offended him.

"'That shit' is the best shit ever put on a pizza", I replied before taking a bite just as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Matt sauntered into the living room, staring down at the pizzas. "Yours is the unopened one." I murmured quietly, keeping my gaze on the movie.

I saw him out of the corner of my eye turn to look at me, scowling, before bending down and picking up the box. "Thanks is what most people say Matt", came Nick's voice.

"Whatever. Thanks I guess.", he said before looking down at the other pizzas.

His face instantly crumped in disgust before turning to me. "Your fucking disgusting eating that shit. Pineapple on pizza is horrible, although I guess its a pizza topping that suits you well then huh?" He commented.

"Ooohh burn. I would comment about the fact the the only pizza you like is one with sausage on, but then I would be targeting the rest of the basic bitches who also get pepperoni.", I replied, shrugging.

"Whatever.", he murmurs before leaving the room.

I went back to watching the movie, eating my pizza. But my mind couldn't get over how quickly Matthew had become hostile towards me over a fucking pizza topping.

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By the time we had watched all four movies, Chris having sung along to all the songs whilst Nick complained about how annoying the chipmunks voices were, it was 2am. We all headed upstairs, Chris sleepily mumbled a quick goodnight before going into his room whilst Nick gave me a smile and said goodnight before heading to his room as well which was across the hall from Chris'. I turned and headed for the spare bedroom which was opposite Matthew's.

I quickly got changed into sweatpants and a tank top, then took off my makeup and brushed my teeth, deciding to read for a bit on my kindle. After an hour or so I was about to get into bed when I realised I was thirsty. I sighed and headed downstairs in search of a drink.

I rounded the corner into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard before filling it up with water and ice. As I turned around and pulled myself up to sit on the counter, I was about to take a sip from my glass when I saw a pair of eyes in the darkness of the kitchen.

"AAAH!", I screamed as I jumped and spilt water down my front. I squinted into the darkness, trying to make my eyes adjust to the light levels.

"Matthew? What the fuck are you doing down here? You scared the shit out of me! Have you been there the whole time?" I questioned.

"Yeah the whole time you have been fumbling around in the dark like an idiot.", he replied.

I shook my head. "It's too late and I'm too tired to do this hate each other bullshit with you right now Matthew.", I sighed. "Why aren't you in bed? Why are you down here?"

He shrugged like it was the most normal thing for him to be sitting down here in the dead of night. "Couldn't sleep", he murmurs.

I took a sip from the half spilt glass of water, contemplating what to say.

"Does that happen often?", I asked quietly. "You not being able to sleep?"

It went silent for a moment. I could just about make out his hunched over form as he sat at the kitchen island. He was picking at the skin around his fingers.

After what felt like an hour of silence I heard him take a deep breath. "I have trouble sleeping. It takes me hours to fall asleep from pure exhaustion or some nights I don't sleep at all..." he trails off.

I take in what he just said. "Do Nick and Chris know?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to snap him out of whatever civil conversation we were having.

"Mhm. I haven't told Mum and Dad though. They would probably freak out. They still think I'm their perfect little angel.", he replies quietly.

I scoffed, knowing Mary-Lou and Jim had no clue about the fresh hell he had put me through over the past few years. "Perfect little angel! Ha! Wow they really have no clue the things you get up to huh?" I asked.

I heard Matthew get up from his chair and watched as his figure got closer and closer to me until I could feel him right in front of me. "You don't know shit Matilda." he spat out my name like it offended him. "Your parents don't even care about you. They leave you. Time. And. Time. Again. So don't fucking comment on my relationship with my parents because you don't even have a relationship with yours." He was breathing hard. I could feel the anger emitting off him in the dark space.

"Matthe-", I said, about to apologise.

"Forget it, I don't know why I thought you would listen", he murmured, shaking his head.

I felt the moment he walked away, the heat that came with his close proximity disappeared instantly.
I sighed and made my way upstairs in the direction he just left. As I reached the spare bedroom door, I stopped and listened for any noise coming from Matthew's room. It was silent.

I made my way into the spare bedroom and shut the door softly behind me, before climbing back into bed. However, sleep didn't come easily. I tossed and turned for what felt like forever. I grabbed my phone from the night stand, powering it on to check the time. 6am? What the fuck? I had been awake all night, not being able to sleep. I sighed, unlocking my phone and opening TikTok, knowing that any sleep that I would get now that it was almost time to wake up would be useless.

Author's Note:

Ok what the fuck? Why is Matthew not sleeping 🤨 and why did Matilda have to do him like dat 😃
I've got the next few chapters planned out so imma try publish them asap for u lot.

Praying to our saviour Harry Styles that I don't get writers block 😩✝️🙏