Somerville, Massachusetts, where you had the best memories since your teenage years.

Days and nights with Matt were something else. So much would happen, leaving both of you gasping for air in front of his playful and judgmental brothers stares. They were all jokesters, always having a great time. Despite being adults, they never stopped giggling like little kids at the silliest things.

Tonight was sleepover night. Matt had invited you for another night of laughter that would almost make you piss your pants.

After all the jokes and fun, exhaustion took over. Everyone was tired, inevitably leading to the bedroom. You and Matt shared a room. You even shared the same bed. He trusted you.

"Mmh . . ." He groaned groggily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands to wake himself up from his brief nap. He couldn't quite fall asleep, which left him feeling annoyed. He figured if he couldn't sleep, neither could you. It seemed only fair. How could he resist staring at your pretty face, all relaxed and tempting him to cuddle you?

He saw you wake up with a gasp, holding back a giggle as your eyes widened. "Heeeyy, sleepyhead," he mumbled, a cocky smirk gracing his plump lips. "Let's go to 7-eleven, 'm hungry . . ." With that, he dragged your sleepy-self out of the comfortable bed, out of his house quietly, and onto the sidewalks outside to make your way to the gas station.

Sure, he could have just driven there himself, but he didn't want to. He wanted to spend time with you.