he bites his bottom lip, his cheeks red and hair falling in front of his face as he looks down at the wooden floor. he scratches the back of his neck and runs his fingers through his hair.
"i-i mean-"
"i love you too, matty."
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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
