If there was one thing Matt hated, it was summer. The heat that made you sweaty and sticky, mosquitoes that tortured you endlessly, the fact that it was not really possible to take refuge under the covers once you went to bed because there was a strong risk of suffocating to death... Ugh. Being born and raised in Boston, he and his brothers suffered this season more than anything else.

He wasn't used to going on holiday, or at least, it wasn't an occasion he was certain about. But when Nick announced to him that they were headed to none other than Italy he found himself appreciating for a moment the existence of summer. Even just the word of it, Italy, brought him nostalgia.

And this is where he met you. An Italian girl, smart and beautiful enough to become his 2nd torment after the heat. You were like a breath of fresh air, a dream, something he found himself holding on to with all ten fingers, plus an inhuman strength in which there was a small crumb of desperation in. Your relationship with the days had become intimate, not a relationship but definitely something that went beyond simple kisses or casual touches. But, it was all over just as it had begun. Too fast.

When he returned to LA, with a shattered heart and a tan that looked more like a fucking sunburn due to the pain he felt, he expected everything except a visit from you to his house weeks later.

What the fuck? That was his first thought after seeing you standing there in front of him, in all your practically luminous glory and beauty. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard Nick had invited you there, and he was silent long enough to be awkward.

"Oh, yeah? Well, that's good." He paused for a moment, licking his suddenly dry lips. "I—We missed you"