June 7th, 1995
Mesa Matlin and Matthew Healy were two peas in a pod; they'd often spend their days taking turns on their bicycles, Matty would turn to Mesa and say "my bike's boring, let me ride yours." And even though her bicycle was far smaller than Matty's; Mesa agreed each time, and each time Mesa fell down, bursting almost immediately into tears, Matty would hold her in his arms and tell her everything was peachy until her sobs became sniffles.
"It's alright Mae, want me to get your mummy?" She nodded against Matty's tear-stained cotton t-shirt, "I wanna go home," she told him but made no effort to move, instead, shut her eyes.
"Wait..." Matty whispered, nudging her little shoulder; Mesa blinked her big hazel eyes at him in anticipation, "wanna nap in my treehouse?"
There was an apparent twinkle in Mesa's eyes as Matty brushed the damp hair from her face, she flashed a toothy—or, not so toothy smile.
Matty was a very clever lad from the moment they'd met.
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BAIRN: Matty Healy
FanfictionMatty Healy was a very clever lad from the moment we'd met, and though it was indecipherable to me at the time-as a five year old girl-he would prove to me that he was perfectly capable of tearing my heart into unrecognizable shreds.
