- KAY'S MASTERLIST!

✭ - KAY'S MASTERLIST!

Smut: ☆

Angst: ☾

Fluff: ♡

A bit of everything: ღ

MATT STURNIOLO

SERIES!!

Fuck it ღ

ONESHOTS!!

One More Day ☾

Junction ☾

Ride or Die ☆

Just a Shoulder to Lean On ☾

BLURBS/HEADCANNONS!!

Matt!Bf Blurb ♡

OTHER!!

Coming soon...

CHRIS STURNIOLO

SERIES!!

Coming soon...

ONESHOTS!!

Addicted 2 U ☆

BLURBS/HEADCANNONS!!

Girly!gf x bf!Chris ♡ + ☆

MusicProducer!Chris x Dancer!Reader - Au Intro

OTHER!!

Chris x Reader w Toxic!Bf Texts: one two ღ

NICK STURNIOLO

SERIES!!

Coming soon...

ONESHOTS!!

Coming soon...

BLURBS/HEADCANNONS!!

Coming soon...

OTHER!!

Coming soon...

COMING SOON!!

Hard To Hold You - CS ☾ + ♡

Figure You Out - MS ☾ + ☆

Impatient - MS ♡

Ride or Die - Part 2 - MS ☾ + ☆

i love u ♥️

I love you more😫

unpopular opinion, i hate the word ‘daddy’. i can’t even imagine myself saying it without wanting to throw up

FUCK IT - MATT STURNIOLO - PART 5

Spotify Playlist:

Pairing: Matt x Oc

Contains: Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Requested?: no

Author's notes: I was giggling a little too much writing this to be brutally honest

Word Count: 3043

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

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I didn’t sleep well that night, it wasn’t that I was too hot or uncomfortable because that was far from the truth. I was simply awake with my thoughts, about the people I had met the previous evening, my mother who was expecting me to be home the next morning even if I can never expect her to be home herself. It bothered me that she always wanted me home for whenever she arrived and the one time, I leave the house I have one of the best nights I’ve had in a while. I finally got properly introduced to Chris and Nick, Nate and Madi were funny and so sweet to me even if they had only known me a few hours. I wasn’t going to sit in my home and rot while doing nothing but school work. I wanted to live the end of my teenage years, freely and not waiting for another disappointment when my family doesn’t show up.

It was about 5am when I had truly given up on getting a full night’s sleep, only having 3 hours altogether. I had tried things to stop my overthinking but my methods grew more useless the more I attempted to use them. I shove the duvet off of my body and shift across the matrass so my legs dangle off the edge of the bed. I stare out my cracked open door into the darkness and I hear faint, soft breathing from what I assume is Matt in the room opposite me. My eyes try to adjust to the darkness and I notice the white case of my headphones by the edge of the nightstand, a sigh escapes my lips as I reach other to it, simultaneously picking up my phone from beneath it. My screen lights up and I quickly deter it from my eye sight and turning down the brightness with them closed, having done it so many times before.

5:17am.

“Damn…” I whisper to myself, resting my phone back between my palm and my duvet. A cold breeze brushes past me, causing goose bumps to arise on my skin which I sooth with the warmth of my palm. I glance around my room and through a slightly ajar window, a street light glows onto the pavement below. I press my palms into the bed and push my myself up and approach the window, grabbing the handle and dragging it closer to me. The suction between each pane makes it easier to close it in my still tired state, immediately feeling warmer once I do.

The kitchen wasn’t much warmer than the guest room back upstairs, even if all the windows were now shut. By now, I figured I was far away enough from everyone else that I could turn on a light rather than walking blind in a house I was yet to recognise. My eyes closed anticipation the beams of light whilst my hands scaled the wall, stopping by a panel that stuck out the wall. I traced my fingers across the edge before finding the main switch and pushing with my index finger. My eyelids flicker slightly subconsciously, adjusting slowly to the brightness of the light before opening my eyes weakly.

I hated not knowing where anything was, having to scan the cupboards repeaedtly, hoping to find any sort of glass for some water. I had left doors creaked open as a placeholder for where I had already looked once.

Of course it’s the last place I check.

I sigh, half with relief, the other with anger and reach for a rounded glass directly placed before me. I drag it across the shelf, tightening my grip once half of it is off of it. I place the majority of my weight on the drying board next to sink and hold the glass underneath the faucet. Water steadily streams out of it, dripping down the edge of the glass purposefully as to lessen the sound I create. A small squeak echoes from between my hand and the glass due to my hands grip becoming ineffective.

My body turns and leans against the counter top, pressed firmly into my spine, my lack of concern of the pain reminded me of my tiredness. My elbows lay on the side allowing me to support myself for just a moment. The weight lifted off of my feet allowed me to just exist and dragged myself away from the thoughts I had earlier.

Every attempt to shrug off the tired feeling resulted in failure, grasping my surroundings fully grew harder as time went on. My eyes were narrowing and I had to place my drink down on the side so that I wouldn’t drop it. I had barely drunk any of it however, the only signs of use being the copious amounts of finger prints that outline it.

I was getting overwhelmed and I knew that, the weight of my body, returned much stronger than before.

So did the thoughts.

My mother, constantly needing me even if I needed her. The isolation I’ve had most my life and how one night made me entire mindset crumble. I always enjoyed being alone and in my own silence but since I met Matt all it has done has suffocated me. I dreaded having to leave practice in the mornings when Chris or Nick came along. I couldn’t play my guitar as often at home anymore. Without any drums it felt wrong.

Maybe it was the tiredness or stress but everything came flooding in a sudden moment.

I was tired, just tired. Some rest would calm me down.

“Alyia?” My jolt my head upwards and face where the voice came from, almost panicked. My body, no longer connected to the counter feels the cold air wrap around my back, making me shiver.

“Alyia, what are you doing up.”

“Matt. I’m sorry I couldn’t sleep and I got some water and the light must’ve woken you up.” I spit out words at him, rambling. My hands demonstrate my actions with the remnants of a few cupboards which stayed open.

“It wasn’t you; it was the thunder. I’m a light sleeper so I’m used to it by now.” His fingers pointing to an uncovered window which projects flashes of lights and spits of rainfall.

“Thunder...?”

“Yeah? Its quite loud?” He approaches me and notices my tense state quite quickly. No matter how tired he is, he is always so observant.

“Everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah all fine..why?”

“Really? You are so tense, you’re jumpy at everything. You’ve obviously zoned out for a while if you haven’t even noticed the fucking thunder outside and finally. You haven’t slept. Even If you hadn’t told me, your eyes are red and you are so dazed.”

Wow.

I stand in silence, avoiding any form of eye contact so he couldn’t point anything else out to me. I didn’t need him telling me what I already knew.

“Is this to do with the phone call from your mother last night.” He speaks so bluntly, not trying to avoid any confrontation. Yet, that’s all I wanted to avoid and I think he knew that.

“Alyia.”

“Partially. I don’t know Matt, I’m not in the mood for this, especially with you.”

Shit

“Why not with me…?” He automatically creates a larger distance between us for a moment and dims his voice making it barely audible.

“C’mon. I mean… we hardly know each other, rig-”

“I want to know you.”

I practically freeze in my spot and he rubs his neck softly and drags his palm up and down his arm lightly.

“You do?”

“You doubted that?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know that, I stay to practise with you when I can, I make extra meetings for the English project simply because they typically end with us hanging out over a movie or something.” He starts to walk closer. “I want to be your friend Alyia. Besides you are one of the only friends I have that Nick hasn’t shit talked right away and that Chris feels comfortable being himself around.”

“I am?”

“You are. And frankly you are fucking awesome at guitar, don’t think those mornings are gonna stop any time soon.”

“I want to be your friend Alyia.” He gives me a genuine smile but I give him a tight-lipped weak one back.

“If you don’t want to talk, I get it, but you don’t have to restrict yourself, okay?” I can only nod in response but he only repeats himself. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

He gives a quiet hum and looks at me, his stare lingering slightly. His body turns and he walks back towards the door frame. I watch him as he quickly spins back to face me, leaning against the door frame, his elbow propped against it and his hand dangling just above his hair which is a little more fluffy than normal. His hips swivel slightly and show of a slight v-line when his shirt lifts ever so slightly.

I quickly look away before my body can react.

“Alyia? Promise me you’ll try and sleep later?” I give a small nod, knowing I won’t be able to keep that promise later on.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. That’s fucking new…

He just nods his head and walks around the corner, letting his touch cling to the doorframe as long as possible. He left me in the same place I started in but this time I felt so much more comforted.

He wanted me around, and I could not stop smiling about it.

He saw me in the way I wanted to be seem by anyone for years. Other than Jenny, I had no one else in my life and it felt nice being able to rely on someone else for once.

The drums were a bonus.

-

Following through with Matt’s promise didn’t exactly fulfil itself since I stayed up the remainder of the night. The sun had started to rise not even an hour later and after that, it was a lost cause. While the rays of light that etched through the window helped the tiredness to go away, it lingered for the next few hours, making yawning a common occurrence.

I had returned to the kitchen at about 9am and was greeted by Nick eating some cereal with his back turned to me. It no longer felt as negative as it did a few hours ago but the glass that stayed on the side nearly reminded me of why I went downstairs in the first place.

Suddenly two hands place at my shoulders and squeeze them slightly before speaking loudly into my ear.

“Alyia! Morning.” Chris’s voice wasn’t hard to recognise with it being much louder than the others.

“Hey Chris.” I giggle at his enthusiasm and step to the side allowing him to walk past and immediately run to get a Pepsi replacing the silence with a crack of the can.

Chris’s hands are quickly replaced by Matt’s, his touch feeling gentler than Chris’s.

“Good morning, Alyia…sleep well?” I quietly shake my head I response, brushing a loose strand behind my ear.

His fingers trace down my arm as he walks past me casually to greet Nick and Chris.

I rub my eyes and follow Matt’s actions. The counter top didn’t feel as protruding when I leant on it again but my hand trembled a little when I picked up the glass, the water still cold. I take a deep breath and try and calm down until I remember I had to be back home as soon as possible for my mother.

“Shit…” I mutter under my breath but I get eyes from Nick and Matt, Chris being oblivious as always.

“You alright over there?” Nick placed his spoon back in his bowl and spun the chair to face me.

“Huh? Oh yeah don’t worry, I just need to get back soon for my mother.”

“Does it have to be this soon?” Nick presses the question a little but Matt quickly shuts it down, recalling parts of the phone call from last night.

“Ill drop you back, let me get changed.” He places his root beer by the sink and walks quickly out the room and I hear his footsteps fade.

“You don’t have to- “

“I wouldn’t try that kid, Matt is stubborn, I’d just recommend getting changed too before he drags you out the house like that”. I grimace a little at that but follow Chris’s words none-the-less.

I swiftly grab the clothes from the day before and exchange them, only taking when putting my hair back into its claw clip. I shimmy my skirt down on my hips and tuck my jumper into the front half of it. I gather up the clothes I swapped and fold them roughly and place them on the bed and pull the duvet back to make it as tidy as I could. I go to leave the room and bump into Matt leaving his.

An ordinary black shirt which left his tattoos on show and camo cargos which sagged at his hips causing them to gather at his ankles.

“Oh hi, you ready?”

“Matt, I can take the bu-“

“Awesome, I’ll get my keys” A smile plastered on his face as he ignores my back talk and runs down the stairs like an excitable child.

I just sigh and follow him to gather the small things I took out my backpack last night like my headphones and charger.

I walk past the kitchen almost losing track of Matt in the process, only roughly mapping out the house as I do so.

“Matt you really don’t have to at al-“ I get cut off again by him grabbing my wrist and walking me out the house only allowing me to quickly yell out a goodbye aimed at Nick and Chris.

“I’m not having you protest this, alright kid?” I mutter something dull but reluctantly agree and get into the passenger side of the minivan.

My backpack rested upon my feet and I kick it off to prevent my leg going numb. Although halfway through the drive I had started to hope that I left it on to give me something else to think about other than the silence. It had been 10 minutes and he hadn’t said a single word. All he had done was send me looks that I could feel burning into my skull.

“What?”

“What, what exactly?” He turns his face away from me and grips the steering wheel.

“Don’t play dumb Matt. You keep looking over and haven’t said a thing to me.”

“You didn’t ask to talk to me.”

“We both know that doesn’t stop you. So what is it.”

“Last night… you seemed so off and now suddenly you seem perfectly okay again, makes me curious is all.” His hands fall from the wheel when we approach a red light but I turn away from his gaze to face out my window.

“Stay curious.”

“I know, I know…you don’t wanna tell me. Doesn’t mean I cant wonder about it.”

“I guess…” my voice begins to mumble again.

“Sorry I just…don’t wanna talk about last night, or even think about it.”

“Even what I said to you?” Matt finally points his gaze back onto me again for a moment and I freeze under his words.

“Okay fine, most of last night.” I feel his grin through his words.

“Good, don’t forget that, alright.”

“You can pull over here…” The subject change seemed to change Matt’s attitude quickly as he pulled into the side of the road slowly, the car titling when it hit the curb.

“Thank you for dropping me off” I pull my backpack up to meet my lap.

“Never a problem, call me if you need anything, yeah?” His words subtly pointing to the memories of last night.

Of course I will.

“Where have you been, I’ve been worried sick.” I had just shut the door and already had her voice ringing in my ears.

“Good morning to you too, mother.” I give her a blank stare, holding eye contact as my bag falls off my shoulder and slamming to the floor.

“Now, explain what was more important than seeing your mother after a week of work.”

“I didn’t know you would be home today, you had sai-.”

“I left a voicemail, well your father did.” I tuned out her words after that and pulled my phone out my pocket to check voice mails.

*you have one new message*

“Good morning Ally, your mother and I got held behind in a meeting and missed our flight but we are getting the next one and should be home tomorrow night. We’ll see you then darling. Love you.”

Oh.

“I did tell you Ally, I don’t want to argue.” I pathetically roll my eyes causing her to grimace.

“Alyia, our work is what pays for you to go to that school and we try and be here as much as we ca-“

“So where is father.”

“Alyia. It is rude to interrupt.” She pinches the bridge of her nose before staring at me.

“Where is father.”

“He is doing some small errands, and im going to join him and go shopping, I want you to make sure your homework is done, alright?”

“Yes, mother.” I drag my backpack across the floor as I start to walk up to my bedroom which I slam the door to.

I slump down on my bed and run my fingers through my hair, not caring about the pain that knots in it create. I was never one to enjoy confrontations with my mother, she was just so intense all the time and being blunt to a tired child was never a good combination. We both knew that. My eyes lightly pricked with tears and I felt pathetic for feeling that way.

I saw my over-ear headphones that I had left on charge on my desk and I snatched them from the cable. I turned on my phone again and went on to Spotify and connected my headphones.

The first song that blasted was dark red – Steve lacy

Of fucking course.

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FUCK IT - MATT STURNIOLO - PART 6

Spotify Playlist:

Pairing: Matt x Oc

Contains: Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Requested?: no

Author's notes: I'm finally finished with school for the break so I should be updating a little quicker over the next 2 weeks.

Word Count: 3265

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

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“Okay, so, we submit this on Monday and we still have four scenes to analyse and then two exam questions to go through.” Matt mumbles as he places his back down next to me in the library and unsheathes a load of sheets, more are crumpled than ones that aren’t. The amount of them excelling the more meetings we had after school.

“We can get that done in a weekend, right?” My voice tainted with uncertainty. I had got to the library fifteen minutes before him so all my work was already displayed out in front of me with scribbles of different coloured pen one each of them.

“right.”

We were a little bit behind in our project since the majority of our meetups end in us just talking about random things or playing music with our home equipment. I would borrow Chris’s old guitars which was covered in a metallic red with black strings. The picks he bought matched perfectly dividing the red and black shades with lines of silver. Matt’s drumkit was similar to the school’s own designs yet on the base drum was the name ‘sturniolo’ in a faded midnight blue. Each drum fastened with the same blue wrapped around them. He had custom drum sticks too, fading from the original beige wood to a dyed neon-blue. The vibrancy capturing my attention every time, I bet he knew that to with the amount he’d smirk at me when he noticed me staring.

It's why we planned on staying in the library to finish the project, hopefully none of us get distracted. That’s if Matt stopped tapping his pen on the table.

“Matt.” My tone is stern as I frown still facing the pages of my book. He was too distracted in his ‘mini-concert’ that I grabbed his wrist firmly, which made his pen fall out his hand and onto the wooden desk below him.

He stammers a little as I glare at him and raise an eyebrow at him.

“The fuck did I do?”

“If you keep tapping that fucking pen on the desk, I will snap it in half.” I hold eye contact until I’m finished speaking and I let go of his wrist, watching his circulation fade back.

“And yet, you can do it all the time.” He smirks at me again and I retort by scoffing.

“When I’m in class and have nothing to do…you haven’t written anything for 10 minutes.”

“Normally by now we are playing music at our houses, this is a long ass day and this is only making it longer.” A sigh escapes my lips and I drop my pen, lean back for a moment and fold my arms loosely across my chest.

“Okay. If you work with me until six, I’ll buy you lunch all of next week.”

“Ain’t no way, you aren’t serious.”

“And you can get whatever you wish, no matter the cost, doesn’t even have to the food on campus.” I interject him by cutting him off and leaning closer over the table.

“Fine. Deal.” He holds out his hand in front of me and I look up at him with a blank expression.

“What are we, in 6th grade? I’m not shaking your hand.” I roll my eyes to him to just pick up my pen and start writing again.

“Damn, you’re no fun.”

“No…I just happened to hit puberty.” I click my tongue inside my mouth

I feel his glare on me before he continues to work on the papers in front of him. I take out my small white case and take out one of my headphones and pick up my phone to play some music in to them. I don’t bother checking what playlist I click on and immediately blast heavy dubstep into my ears, loud enough to make Matt pay attention to me again and giggle when I jump from the volume. I spam the volume control and turn it down rapidly until I can tolerate it. Matt immediately looks away from me, trying not to laugh when I hold my gaze on him for a few seconds.

-

“Is it nearly six, Alyia. My hand is fucking cramping up.” Matt whines for the fourth time in ten minutes.

“Like I said two minutes ago, no. Besides you have yet to finish of that question and it’s been nearly thirty minutes.”

“I don’t understand how you’ve been writing for that long without taking a break.”

“I want to get this finished; I don’t exactly want all this effort to go down the drain. I’ve stayed up too many nights for this.”

“Really…?” His voice filled with concern as his smirk and joke-filled demeanour faded quickly.

“What.”

“I would’ve done more of you asked me to…you didn’t have to stay up for any of it.” I interject him before he can continue

“Matt. I have more time than you, the project’s getting done. Does it really matter?” I look up to him, dropping my pen for the first time in a while.

“Of course it matters, you need sleep Alyia.”

“I also need this project done.” He sighs and rolls his eyes at me, returning the glares I’ve been giving him all night.

“Promise me you’ll relax after the project is due and let me finish off the last two questions.”

“You really like your promises, huh?” My page fills the silence as it crumples, getting caught on itself, making me purse my lips as I try to fix it before continuing to write.

“Alyia.” He grabs the pen out my hand and places it far from my reach and I narrow my eyes at him again. “I mean that, let me handle the rest of it and get some rest. Please.” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“I’ll sleep appropriately, fine, but I’m writing the last question. You can happily take the other one if you so desire.”

“Thank you. I’m not having your sleep decrease because you don’t want to ask for help.” His words make me raise my voice at him.

“What do you mean by that.”

“I don’t recall me stuttering. You have been sacrificing your sleep because you didn’t want to ask me to do a little more work.” He leans in to me, as if he is mocking me and I scoff.

“Not true.” My words mumble, subconsciously knowing he is right.

“Whatever, look it has gone six now, c’mon. We can work on this later on.” He shuffles papers together and stuffs them into his bag, lacking organisation which makes me stare at his back with a slightly shocked expression.

I follow his actions, however, and with a heavy sigh I put all my work in a pile, putting the sheets in between two books to keep them straight.

“You want to hang out later or something?” He slings his backpack over his shoulder and looks back at me.

“Hang out, me and you somewhere. I would recommend my place but Nick is there with Chris and Madi.”

“I know a place we could go if you want? I haven’t been there in a while so I don’t know how overgrown it is.”

“Wait wait. Did you say overgrown, what kind of fucking place is this.” Matt waits for me to catch-up to him and I walk slightly faster so he doesn’t have to wait so long.

“Amery Grove? There is a line of old houses at the back that people kind of forgot about, maybe like twenty years ago? I’m not sure.” Matt gaze falls to me as I start to ramble, simply listening to my words.

“Well, anyway, about two years ago a few of my friends and I decided to fix a few of them up during the summer. We didn’t decorate or anything but we cleaned old furniture and threw out what we didn’t need. While it wasn’t the prettiest, we hung out there a lot.”

“So, you just went to abandoned buildings and fixed them?” He keeps walking and opens doors in front of me as I keep talking. When he does, I quickly walk through them and turn to face Matt, proceeding to talk with my hands.

“Yeah, it was fun, even if our skills were mediocre, it made for good hangouts and a few parties.”

“You go to parties?” He gives me a side eye and I roll my eyes in response.

“Not as much anymore, I went when I had more friends to talk to and less schoolwork on my back. Maybe at some point…”

-

“Cmon you are slow” I drag out my words and groan as I get more excited, wanting to jump up and down to reduce the amount of energy but instead I shake my hands around.

“Jesus Alyia, I’m just putting our bags in here, I’m not carrying all of this across the Grove.” He arranges the bags in the back seats like some real-life game of Tetris. After another minute or so he finally shuts the car door and locks it.

“Okay I’m done, let’s go.” He puts his keys back by his belt and returns to my side.

“I haven’t been here in a while, so no promises on how clean it’ll be.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.” He smiles at me briefly before focusing on walking through some reasonably tall grass.

The trail I normally use is more overgrown than what I used to walk through so as we walk, we use old trees to climb past different areas and our feet to stamp on brambles and stinging nettles. It is pitch-black outside by this point so we are using our phone’s flashlights to guide our way through the trail. Leaves hang down from nearby trees and I start to wish I brought my jacket with me.

I place my feet onto a tree stump and try to climb over a fallen branch, but when my weight switches feet, I slip on some moss and fall backwards from the stump. My phone drops from my hand and the flashlight goes into my eyes, making me close them. I place my hands back to support myself for when I hit the floor but I never do. Instead, a tight grip snakes around to the side my waist and upper back, slowly pushing my body back to stand straight.

“Woah woah, are you alright…” I open my eyes to see Matt looking down at me with concerned eyes. I can barely make it out since he dropped his phone and its flashlight instantly to catch me. His chain dangles above my face and once I stand up properly, he uses one of his hands to push his hair back, keeping the other on my waist.

“Uh huh…” I regain my focus and brush myself off and pick up our phones from the damp grass. “Thanks”

“Of course,” He takes his phone back, brushing off the debris, continuing to walk ahead of me and over the branch I just slipped on. “You need to be more careful, sweetheart.”

It’s that fucking nickname again.

-

“Here we are!” I run ahead of Matt and smile bright at the few houses on a quiet lit up street.

“Its still the same…” I smile to myself, remembering how I used to run around here.

“Yeah? I think it looks fucking awesome.” He circles around me looking at the few houses, clearly seeing a difference between the ones I fixed up and the ones I left.

“Really?”

“Really. Y’know…maybe one day we could fix one up?” I turn my head a little too quickly to face him, who was already smiling at me.

“You wanna? Like, for real?” He simply nods to me before walking off to look at one of the houses closest to us.

I run to catch up to him again and I grab his wrist to show him inside one of the houses. The inside walls occasionally spotted with carvings of names and dates, ripping through worn out wallpaper. Unfinished projects left abandoned, mostly within the kitchen. I pick up an old and now rusted hammer and spin it around in my hands, recalling the last use of it going towards a leg of an old chair that lay on its side next to it. A bittersweet smile covers my face the more I venture the house, with Matt always following right behind, dragging his fingers across old cabinets and cupboards.

“you guys did so much work in here…” He picks up old projects that remain unfinished and analyze them one by one, awe showing within his eyes. “Why did you ever stop this?”

“We stopped being as close I guess...nothing personal to one another, just different schools and points in our lives. I still have contact but no one really talks as much anymore.” I quiet my voice and sit down on one of the chairs and put down the hammer.

“None of us ever took that personally, we just drifted. Miss it all like hell though.”

Matt stays quiet for a moment, just looking at me with slight pity.

“That’s a shame, especially since nothing even happened that you could’ve changed.” The distance between us closes as I stand up again but I simply keep walking towards the bottom of the stairs before I slowly walk up them.

Matt pov:

I follow her up the stairs, stepping where she did in case any areas are weak enough to break, but once I put that focus into the decor upstairs, I stand still. The upstairs was so much nicer, covered in intact wallpaper and furniture that made it seem like someone actually lived there. More carvings were decorating the walls and less tools were on the floors. I take in more of what’s around me, admiring the hard work.

Hearing the stories about her old friends make me smile but also makes me wonder why she is more closed off to people now.

We start to wonder around the different areas that she decorated and I admire the craftsmanship and efforts they put in to it.

“We can chill up here if you want?” Alyia points to a balcony that is guarded by a wooden fence, a few old chairs are stacked up and leant against the glass door and I walk through.

“Can I ask why you took me here, not that I hate it or anything. Just…if this place reminds you of your friends, why bring me here.” Alyia’s face falters slightly and I feel bad for bringing them up.

“This place has many memories but I feel stuck whenever I come here, and I love this place. I don’t want to come back here and feel self-pity when I see those carvings on the walls.”

“I meant it by the way.”

“Meant what Matt?” I look up at her before looking over the edge and down onto the weakly lit street.

“Fixing a place up with you, could be fun.” I smile at her before looking back over the edge and laying my arms on the wooden fence, trying not to apply a lot of weight onto it.

“I have no idea if any of the lighting still works properly, a few faulty lights here and there but nothing major enough to set anything up properl-“

“So? We have already walked through here in the dark easily enough, besides we don’t have to come here only at night.”

I turn back to look inside the house but my vision is slightly impaired from looking at the street lights too long. I change my point of view and glance down to my phone to check the time.

9:24pm

“Shit, it’s kind of late, do you parents want you back at a certain time?” I message Chris and Nick an apology after seeing the copious number of texts and missed calls.

“Uhm no, I can be back whenever” She trails off and I remember the phone call she had at my place.

“Oh…is she not home again?” I receive a small nod in return.

“You can stay over if you want to?”

“No, it’s okay I have things to do anyway…” She avoids eye-contact with me but I try not to question anything

“Alright then, should we head back, I’m being attacked by Nick so much” I see her smile as I finish speaking and just stands up and starts to walk back to the stairs.

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“Just here, okay?” I turn the wheel and look through my window for any parking on the edge of the road.

“Yeah, this is perfect, thanks again” She thanks me for the millionth time tonight.

“Kid, I’ve already said it’s okay to drive you places.” I finish parking which makes the car tilt slightly as it reaches over the curb.

“Goodnight Matt.”

“Yeah, goodnight.”

The drive back to my place was quite bleak, even when I turned aux on, none of the songs fit the mood I was in. Whatever that mood was. I just focused on the road ahead and the way the lights shone through my windshield and lit up areas in my car like a mini disco. I sigh when I hit another red light and pull the cable from my phone and I resort to the radio music. It immediately blares and I turn it down quickly to a volume quiet enough for some background audio.

I should hate you – Gracie Abrams

It was already half way through the song but I let it play none-the-less, letting the calm guitar fill the car. The quiet and soft vocals relaxed me and I was able to take a deep breath that didn’t result from frustration.

I notice the song fading out just as I pull into the road that I live on so I turn the radio off completely as to not ruin my mood, but as soon as I step inside it gets dampened anyway.

“Oh my God, Matt. Where were you!” I drop my keys into a small bowl and I instantly get bombarded by Nick’s concerned voice.

“Out.”

“Out? Is that all you have to say. You said you were revising the project until six and then you would be home. It is nearly half ten and this is the first we have heard from you!” he starts to exclaim and honestly, I can’t blame him for the way he is acting

“I went somewhere with Alyia…that’s all. I guess we lost track of time.” I mumble quietly, knowing I’m in the wrong but I’m not going to apologize for having a good time.

“I’m not saying you can’t hang out with people, just let us know, okay? It could be three am for all I care but as long as I have some form of communication. You had us worried…” Nick takes a deep breath and looks down to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something…Where is Chris?” I try and change the subject to lessen the amount I get yelled at.

“He’s asleep upstairs, he wanted to wait for you but he was exhausted after hockey so I refused to let him.”

I look up to Nick and give him a tight-lipped smile, feeling guilt twinge inside briefly.

“You better go have a shower or something, you’re covered in dirt, Matt.”

“Yeah, I will…sorry again.” Nick simply hugs me tight.

“It’s alright, just don’t let me stay up again.” He punches my arm lightly and we smile at each other.

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