-'𝜗𝜚'- 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ⎯
matt sturniolo has forgotten all about
his childhood nemesis, not so
sparing her a thought in years but
that's most definitely because he
hasn't seen her. she hasn't been around
...
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—irl 🧸
BEFORE MATT FOOLISHLY made such a grave mistake, he was genuinely looking forward to the group's trip to miami but now as he glances around the airport, stray and accompanied suitcases littering the place and the intercom announcing something or the other more times than he can keep track of, he's not quite so sure his excitement has prevailed alongside him.
don't get him wrong, a change in the usual LA scenery for a week will most certainly do him good but after that failure of an attempt to reconcile with dilara, he doesn't know if he can face her again. he desperately wants for them to be okay again, to return to their playful bickering and teasing gazes they shared from across the room but at the moment, it doesn't look like he's going to be getting that back anytime soon.
he chooses to push aside his emotional turmoil, grasping his backpack just that little bit tighter to distract himself in any way he can. he can faintly make out his friends and brothers conversing around him but he lacks the energy to join them. firstly, their flight is far too early to even think straight and he thinks it's some sick and twisted form of torture he's having to endure and secondly, all he can focus on is dilara's smile as she speaks animatedly to nick.
matt might look like a slight creep right now, what with his eyes glued to her and storing each expression of contentment she portrays in the back of his mind, but he can't find it within himself to care. he does however wish he's the one making her smile in such a manner. his wishes are exactly that though, small mounts of desire that he understands aren't seeking fulfilment any time soon. he sighs internally, praying for time to go faster so they can board the plane already and he can fall back to sleep in peace (without a vlog camera shoved in his face every second his eyes flutter shut).
"matt!" it's chris' loud yell that pulls him back to the sounds around him and not just the crinkles in the corner of eyes.
he looks to chris expectantly, eyebrows furrowed at the suddenness of his shout and waiting for chris to say something. chris of course doesn't say anything, laughing uncontrollably to himself about pulling matt out of his thoughts for no good reason. matt resists the urge to roll his eyes, the idea of completing such a gesture not appealing because of how tired he really is.
it's a little ridiculous so he doesn't admit it out loud but he's thinking about it again, how tired he is because of his lack of sleep the last couple of days. there's been a lot on his mind and he's really trying to clear his head, he is, yet the thoughts just continue circling the course of his mind against his will. he would be lying if he says the majority of them don't stem from the same root, one that is currently applying lip gloss to her ever so flawless lips. lips that matt know the exact feeling of and the perfect ways in which to capture them without having to even blink. he is truly struggling without her and he hates himself for it, curses his pathetic behaviour in his head just so he doesn't have to let anyone else know.
