one week later
"matty, it's cold." i whined. he looked at me, and frowned. he removed his own jacket, and placed it upon my shoulders. it smelled like him, cigarette smoke and cologne. i smiled at him, and he grabbed my hand, squeezing it.
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102//m.h
Fanfiction1:02a.m. matty borrows a cigarette from a pretty girl just to talk to her. *lowercase intended
