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B R I G H T L I G H T S // Matty Healy
"Chels, we used to date!" He was gripping my arm harder than I'd expected from the scrawny but gorgeous man, looking at me with such intensity it made something in the pit of my stomach squirm.
His statement took me back, and I stopped fighting, "We did?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it dating exactly... We mostly just fucked. Remember? I was in eighth, you were in ninth... George walked in on us one time and screamed... And then I walked in on you kissing George and I screamed..."
Realisation set in. "Matthew fucking Healy. Puberty did well for you, kid." Now that I knew who he was, it seemed so obvious. The same eyes (though slightly less desperate), same crooked teeth and shaggy hair.
"Oh I know."