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♯ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 ᨒ

♯ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 ᨒ

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⎯ irl + social media 🧸






















































































⎯ irl ♪

"YOU FOLLOWING ME dean?"

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"YOU FOLLOWING ME dean?"

matt watches with a miniature smirk as dilara jumps at the suddenness of his words, evidently unaware that she isn't the only person in the kitchen. she scowls at his words once she manages to regain her composure but all matt seems to do is make his smirk more prominent. his frame leans against the countertop with his arms atop the surface, phone in his hand but with his eyes now focused on the girl that has just walked in.

"as if i'd want to follow someone like you sturniolo," she returns but there's something about it that makes matt's smile widen, if even possible; her words are lacking the hateful tone she used to uphold whenever she was communicating with him when they were younger, her tone right now is much more eased, the type that makes matt believe she might even be joking. dilara dean is joking with him, god he must have entered some sort of parallel universe.

his thoughts seem to swirl around his head for too long because when he finally snaps out of them, dilara is watching him curiously. there's an unreadable expression on her face and matt finds it a little unsettling, the simple fact that he isn't able to read her emotions. when they were younger, it was easy for him to spare her a single glance and figure out how she felt towards him or what she was thinking but as he studies her now, he realises he has lost that ability and the tells he once had have long disappeared. it's almost unnerving seeing as he's so used to being on the receiving end of one of her strongest emotions and not ones he can't even identify.

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗭, 𝐦. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨Where stories live. Discover now