since moving to LA, everything's been different. you've been grocery shopping in different places, hanging out at new cafes, making new friends at new parties with the whole influencer scene the triplets are into- and most importantly? you've been seeing a whole lot more of matt.

being friends with matt had always been effortless. you were born the same year, your moms were childhood best friends, and best of all, they lived next door. your siblings, and the sturniolo siblings had gotten on well, always had. chaotic energy, the sound of children screaming and giggling that made elderly neighbours shake their heads, and the dads clap their hands for silence.

matt always claimed he hated physical affection- but today he can't seem to get enough of you. his tattooed arm around your waist, leisurely resting, as he leans against the back of the sofa, your legs on his lap, nick and chris sandwiched beside you too, cuddled up watching the TV, giggling and showing each other funny tiktoks. life's good.

matts fingers lazily draged over the exposed part of your back under your fluffy sweater, occasionally squeezing gently.