𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 [Christopher & Matthew Sturniolo]

Yᴏᴜ Dɪᴇ Mᴇ Cᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ.

ꜰʟᴀsʜʙᴀᴄᴋ

Sᴇɴɪᴏʀ Yᴇᴀʀ
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Taylor Withlock

After the scandal last night me and my sister went to bed and being the drama queen she is, she decided to slam her door gaining a shout from our mom, I didn't sleep immediately so I went through my phone remembering that Matthew called me in the middle of the whole fight. Amazing timing Matthew. I messaged him back asking why he called me and after 5 minutes my phone started to ring again and it was Matthew trying to facetime me.

"What do you want, Matthew?" I questioned as soon as I answered the call at two thirty in the morning, almost devil's hour.

"Wow, Taylor, thank you for your exciting reaction to my facetime" Matthew said in a fake happy face. This kid.

"I know right? I'm the best" I said flicking my hair "But, seriously, what do you want?" I asked without giving him time to twist the whole point of the call.

"I just wanted to know if you got home safe" He said and I could see him playing with his fingers in a anxious way.

"Matthew, you do remember we're neighbors right?" I told him in a fake preoccupied voice, now sitting in my bed trying to find a more comfortable position.

"I know, silly, I was just checking on you" He scoffs rolling his eyes.

After practically growing up with someone you start to pay attention to their little details and habits, you start to think like them and unconsciously look at things with their eyes. Once I was on a store and looked at a shirt that I was sure Matthew would like. Like friends, you know. I know he would like because he's my friend.

"Thanks for being a good friend, Matthew" I said in a exaggerated grateful voice, touching my heart.

"If you consider me a friend I think it's time for you to call me Matt" He said in a low voice, talking more slowly. He's definitely tired.

"What's the difference between Matt and Matthew?" I saw him squirm a little between his blanket before answering.

"When you call me Matthew it sounds like you hate me or something." He ran his hand through a few strands of his hair that were falling into his eye.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I care enough to hate you" I replied sarcastically and he gave a frail laugh.

"Don't worry, I know you definitely don't care" he made the statement which brought an instinctive expression of regret for the previous joke as he seemed to be serious.

"And it's not like you care either," I retorted, finding the only way out of my guilt was to throw the same accusation at him.

"I climbed through your window to apologize, Taylor," he declared in a slightly higher tone, "You can't possibly think that I don't care."

"You only did it for the sake of your moral conscience," I lay down on the bed not giving it much thought.

"As if my conscience could give me any rest," he mocked as though releasing a breath. "But just for the record, I do care" he affirmed surprising me.

"Yeah, right" I said not really believing it.

"Oh my God, who hurt you?" he questioned between laughs "This must be some kind of trust issue or daddy issues" he mentioned and immediately I saw the regret on his face.