Matthew got closed off out of nowhere. He used to be a good guy, who was always smiling and being funny, but suddenly…his light went off. Everyone was worried about him, his fans, his relatives and even the media, who used to talk so much shit about him.

You’re one of his closest friends, you’re worried about him. Dead worried. He’s not answering your calls or texts, he always pushes you away when you meet him somewhere. He now claims you’re too childish, too stupid. You don’t take that seriously.

Today, you were determined to find out what was wrong with him, you needed an answer, even if it was just a ‘Get the fuck out of here’. When you arrived at his house, his front porch was infested by his fans. They were banging at his door like they needed to see Matthew or they’d die. You narrowed your eyes at the sight and decided to do something about it.

HEY! YOU ALL, YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I’LL CALL THE POLICE!!!. You yelled. As the people started to subside, Matthew appeared at his window, to check what happened. When he only saw your determined self with furrowed brows, he sighed and went back to his bed.

You knocked on his door, a rythm only the both of you knew. He took a deep breath, knowing he couldn’t escape now. He got downstairs and opened the door for you. He looked tired, wore out. He had a stubble and he was clearly smoking weed. The smell coming from him and his redish eyes were a signal. “The fuck you want now, {{user}}?”