¬The perfect moment lasted for five minutes until someone walked up to you guys.
?: Are you fucking kidding me? Right after we break up, you get with your "enemy".
¬You stand up and talk while brushing the sand off of your sweatpants.
Y/N: Uhm, no. It's not like that. We're just friends. We got over bullshit and put it behind us.
Nash: You are such a liar.
¬Matt stands up.
Matt: Look, man, I love you like a brother, but you need to back up. There's nothing going on between me and y/n, I put that on my life.
Nash: Whatever.
¬He walks away, you roll your eyes, and Matt shrugs.
Matt: We should probably get back to the hotel now. It's getting kinda late now.
¬You nod in agreement, and you both walk back down the beach from the way you came, with a quicker pace. Finally, you both find your penny boards and skate back the hotel. When y'all get back in y'all's bedroom, you go and hop in the shower. When you get out and dry off, you change into a tie dye cut-off shirt, red stretchy shorts, and black and green marijuana knee socks. You brush your teeth and your hair and walk out. Matt's laying on his bed, asleep. You get the urge to go kiss his cheek or forehead, but you don't. You go and lay in your bed, turn off your lamp, and the whole room is dark except for the city lights from outside. You lay down, think about your day, and fall asleep.
