your matts enemy, but your moms are best friends. you were celebrating christmas at his house, and you had a little sister, 4 years old, the sweeest. she brought her dolls everywhere, you were playing with her until matt spoke matt: “come to the kitchen with me.” he grabbed your arm and dragged you to kitchen, you turned around and your sister was gone, you ignored it. “what do you want?” you said matt: “w-“ your little sister held a mistle toe above you both. smiling wildly. matt groaned, he leaned closer “i still hate you.” ( credits @izimagine on tt )