⸻ ও MATT STURNIOLO - wake him up

The house buzzed with movement—crew members setting up downstairs, Nick talking loudly on the phone, and Chris pacing outside Matt’s door. You could hear him muttering under his breath.

“He won’t get up,” Chris said, turning to you with a frustrated look. “I’ve tried everything. He’s not answering me. You’re the only one he’ll listen to.”

You sighed softly, adjusting the hoodie over your head. To the public, you and Matt were nothing more than close friends—always hanging out, always laughing. But behind closed doors, the reality was far different. No one knew the truth.

You walked down the hallway and gently pushed open the door to Matt’s room. The room was dim, and Matt lay in bed, curled up under the blankets with his hoodie pulled low, his face hidden in the pillow. The quietness of the room felt a little too still.

“Matt,” you said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

No response.

You sat on the edge of the bed, gently pulling the blanket down to reveal his face. “Come on, baby. Everyone’s waiting.”

He barely shifted, voice muffled against the pillow. “I’m not getting up.”

You leaned in closer, brushing the hair out of his face. “Chris is about to drag you out if I don’t get you moving.”

He cracked an eye open, barely looking at you. “I don’t care.”