what the fuck?? • matt sturniolo

25. but oh well

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𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗦 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘, i text matt asking him when we're meeting and where, and he asks if we can meet at his place at 12pm.

i agree, and head on over to the sturniolo house.

i decide to walk, taking those ten minutes to calm down, by myself with my music, and mentally prepare myself to spend time with my enemy/friend/aquaintance/i don't fucking know.

i arrive at the house and see matt standing in the doorway.

"matthew." i call. "why aren't you inside, weirdo?"

he laughs sofly. "i was waiting for you, dumbass." he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"okay." i shrug. "you driving or what?" i smile.

"yep." he responds, walking down the fronts steps and going into the driveway, where matt's van is.

we both step into the van and matt pulls the car out of the driveway, drving slowly, comcentrating.

there's an uncomfortable silence that i don't i don't know how to break, but luckily, matt does. "so your song is coming out tomorrow right?" he asks.

i nod excitedly. "yeah. i'm so excited for it to finally be out." i say, truthfully.

"can you play it for me?"

"you know i can't, you dumb fuck. you'll just have to wait. it's just 24 hours." i shrug, smiling.

he looks at me quickly, before his eyes fall on the road again. "i'll pay you 20 bucks."

i gasp. "you know i'd do anything for 20 bucks, matthew! that was low."

"so will you show it to me or what?" he asks eagerly.

"are you recording?" i ask. "i don't need you leaking it."

he gapes at me, offended. "it's literally coming out tomorrow. i would gain nothing by leaking it now."

i make a face. "fine."

i play him the song and he sings along to the lyrics he knows, until we get to when it's me who sings, and not mitchell, and matt's jaw drops.

i watch him as the song plays, and he does not close his mouth at all, he just gapes.

and then the song ends.

he stays like that, with his jaw dropped, not saying anything.

i get tired of the silence and speak up. "matthew. speak, motherfucker." i say, hiding my worry that he doesn't like it under a smile which is obviously fake.

"sorry." he laughs softly. "it was amazing, bella. what the hell?"

i smile, genuenly this time. "'what the hell', what?"

"like what the hell? how did you do that? how is it so good?" he questions over and over.

"it is pretty amazing, isn't it?" i smile at the realization.

he nods slowly. "it really is."

i look at him in confusion, my brows raised in a question. "why are you being nice to me?" i ask, making it more of a statement that a question.

"because the song is good and i need to give you credit cause it's a great fucking song?" he says, also in a questioning tone.

"you definately have an agenda, matthew." i tell him, not conviced that he's actually being nice out of genuine human decency.

he raises one hand, because he can't raise both since he's driving, but he plays the innocent act anyway. "i really don't."

i hum in response. i don't belive him, but i don't want to spend this day arguing, i want to spend a lot of matt's money.

"anyways we're here." he says, getting the van into the mall's tiny parking space.

i mumble a quick "okay" and get out of the car.

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we go into the mall, and once again, i get deja vu about what happened with madison, and i tell matt so.

"you know, i didn't tell you then because i didn't start trying to be nice to you until now, but i think what you did for madison was awesome. it really plays to your character." he explains.

i stop walking, startled by his sudden rush of compliments. "wow. thanks, matthew." i feel a slight smile make it's way to my lips.

he smiles back softly, and starts to walk again, heading to the food court. "i'm feeling like italian food today." he states. "and well, you don't get to choose, you just get to pay, so i choose italian."

i sigh, smiling. "i'm gonna ignore those rude ass comments, but i love italian food, it sounds good." i tell him.

he scoffs with a smile. "ah, now you ruined it." he says.

i chuckle.

honestly, no one makes me laugh like this new nice version of matt does.

i think i'm starting to open up to him.

that's very scary to me, what with my trust issues.

but oh well.

he already knows everything that happened with louis and josh and basically everything that goes on in my life because that's what happens when you're a part of a big friend group.

everyone knows everyone's shit, even if they don't like each other, just because they have mutual friends.

we go into the italian restaurant, and request a table for two. luckily, there's one that's not reserved, so the waiter. at the front desk tells us to go right ahed to that one.

"have a nice date, lovebirds!" he calls as we're walking to our table.

my eyes widen. "oh, we're not-." i start but matt, who is laughing hysterically, interrupts me.

"just leave it." he says in between loud cackles. "why bother explaining to him what we are?" he snorts.

"yeah, what are we, exactly?" i smile, sitting down into my chair across from matt.

he gives me a confused look. "what do you mean?"

"i mean that we're clearly not enemies who hate each other's guts anymore, right?" i ask.

he shakes his head repeatedly. "yeah, definately not."

"so what are we?" i ask.

i'm actually curious to see what he says, if he considers me a friend, an aquaintance... i don't know.

"friends?" matt asks, holding out his hand for a handshake.

i take it, and i'm startled by my body's reaction to the contact.

i almost take my hand back, but i don't, because i like it.

the current of electricity that flows from where our hands are enterwined is insane, i've never felt it before.

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WE'RE ALMOST THERE YALL

i feel like tiana saying that LMAO 😭

you know? because of the song? i'm almost there?

me and my disney references lol 😙

anyways pls vote BYEEE ⭐️