is it over now? ;; matt sturniolo

ii.

3rd person pov

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deja vu - olivia rodrigo

❝ she thinks its special, but it's
all reused ❞

"Matt," Nick exclaimed, elongating the 'a' as he gracefully entered the room, "I got an early birthday present for you," Nick declared, extending an envelope towards Matt as he perched himself upright on his bed, eagerly accepting the proffered item.

Curiosity piqued, Matt furrowed his brow and inquired, "What's in this??"

With a hint of exasperation, Nick rolled his eyes and retorted, "Just open it, fuckwit," his voice laced with a growing impatience.

Succumbing to the request, Matt gingerly tore open the envelope, revealing a ticket to a highly anticipated concert.

Setting aside the now empty envelope, Matt perused the details meticulously inscribed on the concert ticket. As his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, a potent mix of vexation and bewilderment overcame him. Turning towards Nick, his gaze filled with a tumultuous blend of anguish and confusion, he sought answers to unravel the enigma before him.

"Nick, what the fuck?" Matt's said, his voice soft and laced with disbelief. His eyes narrowed as he locked his gaze with Nick's, the intensity of his emotions palpable. "You know how I feel about her," he uttered, his voice filled with a sense of betrayal and hurt. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the room, as Matt struggled to comprehend the actions that had unfolded before him.

"Well, considering the fact that you've practically engraved every lyric from her latest album into your memory, it was only natural for me to assume that attending the concert would be at the top of your list," Nick replied, a mischievous smirk dancing across his face. "Oh, and by the way, Chris and I managed to snag our tickets as well," he added, his voice dripping with a sense of satisfaction.

Matt's frustration reverberated in his voice as he unleashed his words, "That doesn't ameliorate the situation in the slightest! You have the audacity to purchase tickets for me to attend my ex's concert. That's really fucking low." With a mixture of exasperation and indignation, Matt placed the ticket on his nightstand with utmost care, as if handling a fragile artifact. The delicate placement of the ticket symbolized the weight of his emotions and the complexity of their conversation.

Nick observed with a quirked eyebrow as Matt gently placed the ticket on his nightstand, the action imbued with a sense of deliberation.

"Well, it's already been paid for, and unfortunately, refunds are not an option," Nick stated, a knowing smile playing upon his lips. "Perhaps it's time for you to mend the rift between you and her. Have a conversation, clear the air," he suggested, his tone filled with optimism.

Matt's response was immediate and resolute. "No, no, and absolutely not," he declared, his voice firm and unwavering.

"It doesn't matter because you're going regardless," Nick retorted, his tone tinged with a hint of finality. With a brief "bye, Matt," Nick exited the room, leaving Matt to grapple with his swirling thoughts and emotions.

Alone in the room, Matt remained seated, his eyes shutting gently as he inhaled deeply, inviting a flood of memories to wash over him. Each recollection carried its own weight, intertwining with the present moment, as Matt embarked on a journey of introspection and reflection.