Life with Brockhampton

Chapter Four

I threw my dirty blonde hair into a bun and put on a designer two piece pajama set and made my way down stairs.
It was time for dinner.

I was worried it was going to be awkward, but Ciarán was nowhere to be found. Matt wrapped his arms around me, "how's the room?"

"It's amazing, thank you so much." I almost cried, but I didn't because that's not cute sis 🤪.

"Hey, the postmates guy is here!"
yelled Ian.
As we sat down and started talking Matt says "hey we're throwing a party tomorrow, wanna invite anyone?"
"oh uhm, sure, my friend bertha?"
i replied.
"yeah, text her with ur new phone ;)"
he said.
i blushed 😩

when dinner was over, i rushed back to my room. dialing bertha's number. i collapse on the floor. i'm winded from running 60 flights of stairs.

"matt, can i please move into your room. it's getting hard running up 60 flights of stairs. i'm no doctor, but i think i'm on the verge of having a heart attack."

matt picks me up and runs me to the hospital. i told a doctor what happened.

"why the hell are u living in the 60th floor? girl u don't even have health insurance."
as the doctor was exposing me, Matt roasted him back
"man fuck u, thats why ur hairlines receding."
he grabbed my hand and we skrted out of there.
"Greta i'm sorry, u can live with me in my room."
i started crying. he's so sweet 🤤
"Here, call ur friend from my phone real quick" he added.

"Just in case, let's build an elevator for you."
i swoon.
"wanna get mcdonald's babe?" he asked me.
i'm falling deeper in love by the minute.
"yes please"
as we sit in the mcdonald's parking lot i start to kiss Matt, i won't say the rest but let's just say i broke my back for him that night. 🤪