at first, you and Matt were hardly friends. just in the same friend group, he liked one of your friends, all that. the only time the two of you would ever talk was when he was asking about your friend, and you didn’t mind. you thought the two of them would be cute together.

until one day, Matt realized you were just better. he didn’t know what had happened, he just knew that he wanted you, not your friend. you were pretty and sweet, always so helpful.

what was there to not like about you?

he’d call and text you all the time, asking if you’d want to hangout or just talk— all the time.

Matt had invited you over, just as friends. he wanted you two to just chill and hangout, possibly go out to eat. he jumped up when he heard the knocks on the door, jumping in front of the door. when he opened it, he was greeted with your pretty face.

“hey, ma,” he spoke, his eyes looking over your body. you were looking hella good. his arms wrapped around you in a hug, his hand tugging on the hem of your skirt. “this is cute— it new?”