it’s matts last night in Boston, as he’s moving to LA tomorrow for his YouTube career with his brothers, you’ve known the sturniolo triplets for your entire life, and you’ve been especially close with Matt. You’d go as far to say that he’s your bestfriend.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow.” You sigh as you take a bite of your fries. You two are sat in his car, parked up in your regular spot at the woods reserve. It’s about 12pm, and the stars are out bright above Boston.