you and matt had a...complicated relationship to say the very least. you only came over when he needed you, and when you needed him. it was toxic to say the least, but you two didn't wanna leave eachother.

you two don't really hang out, not for dinner, not for a good talk, or a picnic by the beach, just when you want eachother. sure, you two loved eachother. would you actually ever say the words to eachother? probably not. ever.

the whole relationship felt fun, even if it was bad for either one of you.

you had gone over matt's house, letting yourself in because you had a spare key on you.

you searched the house and figured out matt wasn't inside, so you headed outside. he was sitting on the grass, smoking. "thought you quit?" you say, sitting next to him. "yeah, me too." he said, glancing at you.