matty healy fanfic
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When Charlie the typical awkward 18 year old good girl who doesn't drink/smoke or do any form of drugs starts talking to matty the typical non awkward 24 year old bad boy who does most certainly drink/smoke and do drugs and just so happens to be the lead singer of a cool band, surprisingly sparks fly.
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