the next day, we lied down on his couch. he had one arm around me and ran his fingers through my hair, and planted a kiss at the top of my head. i smiled into his chest, and closed my eyes.
"hey, love?"
"yes?"
"i wrote a song for you,
if that's okay."
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ok but i would d i e if matty wrote a song for me
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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
