matt didn’t know what to do, he felt sick. not throw up sick, but anxiety sick. he couldn’t eat without thinking everyone thought he was weird, or he was consuming it wrong. his nails were bitten to the core.

once his brothers mentioned how worried they were, he fled. tears streaming down his face as he packed a small bag and practically speeded to your house without warning. he knew you’d welcome him with open arms.

once he pulled up, he noticed all the lights were off. since your room was on the first floor, it was easy to manuver his way in. matt opened the window, slipping through. “hm..? the fuck— who’s there!?” you scream, the dark making you unable to see his face.

“baby it’s me, matt. i knew you would let me stay here for the night. i had no place to go.” matt blurts out, turning on your night light. his clothes were damp, “can i get changed here?” matt asks.