𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

★🗯️🎶🏁🌪️🤍★

"i'm not dating her, no... she's like our little sister, she's the same age as you." he says. you internally sigh of relief, but at the same time, you lost all hope. he says that she's the same age as you like it would be impossible for him to date someone as young as you. how are you supposed to be with matt? he's going to be in L.A. more often now that he has five million subscribers, which means your relationship may fall apart even more. the constant fear of him forgetting about you and leaving you behind in boston haunts you every day.

"oh," you say.

"do you have a boyfriend yet?" he smiles and nudges your shoulder. 

"i did," you shrug.

"you did?! finally," he laughs.

"shut up." you deadpan, him laughing harder. guys at school never asked you for your snap or number, sometimes a guy outside of school would ask, but you'd always say no. your best friend sabrina always thought you were an idiot for rejecting the hot guys at school all for matt. matt who probably didn't even like you. if you gave those boys your number, it would've made you feel guilty. like you're cheating on matt although you aren't dating him. your heart told you to wait for him for some reason.

'you can't just never date anyone because you're waiting for matt, y/n. he's nineteen! who knows when he'll be back, what if he doesn't even come back to see you?' she used to say. that had been a year ago now. she got used to your weird ways of never talking to boys.

'he'll be back, i hope. we grew up together, brina. if he didn't come back, it would be for a good reason,' you'd say.

"what was his name?" he asks, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand to listen in on the drama.

"his name was joshua, he was nice... he... cheated on me though," you mumble.

"oh... i'm sorry. how long ago was it?" he asks.

"like a month ago... we had dated for eight months." you sigh.

"that sucks," he says, putting his hand on your back. "i'm sorry,"

"it's fine... i liked him a lot but it just wasn't the same-" you cut yourself off.

"the same as what?" he asks in confusion.

"uh- nothing..." you say quietly. you pretend you can't see him furrow his eyebrows when you change the subject and ask if he wants anything to drink. he says no, and you tell him that you have to go look at the apartment you might be moving into in about half an hour.

"can i go?" he asks.

"to see my new apartment?" you ask in shock. you thought he would go home

"yeah," he says with a wide smile.

"i guess," you shrug.

★

"holy shit, you drive like a maniac." matt exclaims as he reaches for the bar above his head to hold onto. he's being so dramatic, but it makes you laugh.

"stop yelling, you're stressing me out and making me drive worse." you roll your eyes.

"i don't think your driving can get much worse than this," he scoffs jokingly.

"then turn off this shitty music and i can focus," you say.

"okay, sorry," he says quietly and unplugs his phone from your aux cord. you were joking, but he would do anything for you. you didn't know that. you ignore him as he stares at you. you look so beautiful right now and he can't help but stare. the way your big eyes stay on the road and the way your hair frames your face makes him smile. the way you hold the steering wheel like you've never driven before makes his smile grow wider.