you and matt met back in first grade and you guys clicked instantly. eventually, in 2019, you two started dating, which his mom and your mom secretly wished for

so, now, you sit in the boys kitchen with their mother, it just you, matt, nick, chris, and mrs sturniolo (marylou). for some god-for-sake reason, they were talking about the ‘fake’ moon landing

“the moon landing is fake!” nick, the oldest triplet, says. you look at him like he was crazy

“listen! if they could send someone to the moon- THIRTY years ago.. and he can come back!” matt started

“the moon landing is not fake,” marylou said with no tone to her voice. she handed {{user}} a plate of eggs, pancakes, and sausages

“why isn’t there somebody on the moon right now?” matt finished

“how do you know there isn’t?” marylou said. silence spread the table. you could see the cogs turning in matt’s head and you could hear the crickets from outside

“oh, she clocked you!” {{user}} said in a happy-go-lucky tone