𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

★🗯️🎶🏁🌪️🤍★

"so you're not gonna tell me about peyton, huh?" matt asks as he steps inside your house.

"matt, why do you care?" you turn around in frustration. his curiosity is becoming too personal and you're unsure as to why he needs to know who peyton is. you're just now getting over him at eighteen years old, him randomly coming back and showing up at your door is hard to process. of course he had to look better than he ever has before. of course you're going to fall for him again. he's irresistible. you can only hope you don't fall as hard as you did the first time.

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you sat in your room and looked out your bedroom window. your window lines up with matt's room next door, and you guys used to be able to talk through the windows. in hand motions, on paper like in one of taylor swift's music videos, or even yelling from your bedrooms. tonight, you sat at your desk in front of the window and waited for him to come to the window. after being on your phone for a while, you looked up and saw into matt's room.

there was a girl walking around in matt's room. she walked over and sat at the end of his bed. when you saw them both stand up and her pull on his shirt to kiss his lips, you immediately cringed. when they pulled away, you could've sworn you saw matt's face turn towards the window with a panicked look. he must have figured out that his curtains were still very much open, and that you most likely saw that. you didn't know he saw you looking, but he watched in fear as he saw you stand up and rip your curtains closed. just like that, you were out of his sight. he was terrified that he lost you. especially since he didn't technically have you. or at least he didn't think so.

after their kiss, matt realized how bad he fucked up. you had just told him a week before that you really liked him, but now he was kissing another girl in his room. he knew he liked you back, but he had never admitted it to you. now you think he doesn't like you; how would he gain your trust back? he thought it would be impossible to do.

that's what brought him to throw little pebbles at your window. at first, you had assumed it was just rain, when you opened your curtains and looked down to see matt standing beneath your window, you nearly cried. instead of acknowledging him, you shut your curtains quickly and sat on your bed.

matt was relentless. he wasn't going to give up on you that easy. he continued to throw the pebbles at your window for another twenty minutes. you're the one that opened the curtains again, you were more worried about your window shattering by how many times it had been hit.

you opened your window and looked down at him. he looked... sad? you couldn't tell from the second floor, but you could've sworn he looked like he had been crying. you said nothing as you just stared at him.

"please, let me explain." he speaks up as you open your window. he sounds so vulnerable, his voice is raspy, and you have no idea why. he doesn't like you, clearly. he just kissed a pretty, black-haired girl in his room an hour ago.

now that you think about it, you weren't matt's type. for one, you're just too fucking young for him. second, you don't like to kiss every guy you see like every other girl, you don't think it's funny to play with people's feelings and you're quieter than most girls who scream for attention at school. lastly, you didn't look like every other girl he messes with.

matt's a senior and you're a sophomore. he would never date you, or at least you thought he wouldn't.

"why, matt?" you called from upstairs. he just shrugged in defeat and shook his head as he looked down at his feet.