-'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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"IT'S FUCKING FREEZING," nick grumbles rather loudly as he and the group continue walking through the not so busy streets of miami, majority of them exhausted from the activities they've indulged in all day, excluding matt and dilara who seem to be all over one another since their recent reconciliation, bright smiles continuously decorating their faces and each entirely oblivious to the chill that consumes them.
"you've been saying that for the last fifteen fucking minutes, maybe if you shut your mouth you'd preserve some body heat," andrea huffs out a response, the cold climate taking its toll on her and causing her frustration levels to rise.
"that's lowkey what i was going to say but in a less... wordy way," chris laughs as the words tumble out of her, his own hands shoved into the pocket of his puffer jacket desperately seeking some form of warmth.
"we're literally two minutes away, how about we all stop complaining for a second and we'll get there quicker," rena points out and the group falls silent, the only real sound heard being the gentle clattering of feet against the concrete as they walk and well, matt and dilara's giggling about something that is undoubtedly funny to them solely.
dilara faces matt as she walks, her hand still laced with his as she mentally zooms in on the small redness on his cheeks, an adoring look captivating her that has him stopping his sentence midway, "what's that look for?"
"what look?" she asks him, a small laugh escaping her at the evident confusion plastered across his features whilst he searches her own for any signs of an answer to his prior question.
"that one, stop playing lars you know exactly what i'm talking about," he gives her a blank look which she reciprocates with a teasing grin, her thumb swiping against his hand mindlessly.
