Y/N: Shut up, fag.
¬He winks and you both laugh.
Matt: Okay, well, let's keep walking.
¬You nod in agreement. He takes your hand, and you both continue walking. Ten minutes later, you sit down on a bench.
Matt: What's wrong?
Y/N: Nothing. My feet hurt.
¬He nods and sits down on the ground in front of you, takes off your socks and shoes, and starts massaging your feet. You want to tell him to stop, but it feels too good. You sigh.
Matt: Feel good?
Y/N: Oh my God, yus.
¬He chuckles. After five minutes, you tell him to stop and he does. He helps you up.
Matt: Wanna go to the basketball court?
Y/N: Boii, that shouldn't even be a question.
¬He giggles, grabs your hand, and you both walk to the basketball court. There's a basketball on the court and nobody else is there, so you and Matt play with that. It only lasts for five minutes until a little boy comes and asks for his ball back.
Matt: Okay, what now?
Y/N: Wanna go walk around the city like we originally planned to do?
¬He nods.
Matt: Yeah, let's go.
¬So you both exit the park and walk around L.A., hand in hand. Twenty minutes later, your phone vibrates. You have a text from Nash.
N - Look at this...
¬Under his text is a picture of a tweet from @CelebGossip (made that up lmao) and it says: "Is Y/F/N cheating on Nash Grier w/ Matt Espinisa?!" Underneath it is a picture of Matt holding you with your legs wrapped around him while y'all kiss. You stop walking.
Y/N: Are you freaking kidding me?!
¬Matt stops walking too.
Matt: What?
¬You don't say anything. He looks at the picture and sighs.
Matt: Oh my gosh.
¬You text Nash back.
-Text Convo-
Y/N - Are you fuckin kiddin me? Nash, you do know that was after we broke up, right?
Nash - Well duh, it's in L.A. .-.
Y/N: Oh yeahh.. Imma dumbass lol xD But, damn.. ig we shoulda told them we broke up a while ago, fr..
Nash - I know. I'll help u clear this shit up.
Y/N - Thank you! But, aye, imma text you later, aight?
Nash - Okay
-End Of Text Covo-
¬You scroll through your Twitter mentions. You see a lot of tweets like...
"Nasty whore"
"Fucking slut, I'll kill u!"
"Stupid, lying bitch"
"Rot in hell
u ugly slut ."
"I saw it coming.. I always knew you were an ugly dirty slut"
¬Your eyes tear up a bit, but you blink them away. You tweet:
"To everyone trippin, @Nashgrier & I broke up a while ago. Damn."
Matt: It'll be okay, princess.
Y/N: I know, bae.
¬You tweet again:
"Ian no Madison Beer. Fuck I look like?"
Y/N: Let's just keep walking.
Matt: Okay.
¬So y'all continue walking with no interruptions until some girl runs up to you looking pissed as hell, and she...
