❝seeing you tonight… it’s a bad idea, right?❞

you and matt have been on and off for… a while. you met freshman year at boston university. he was a nervous wreck and you had no idea what you were doing, and you sorta became ‘acquaintances’.

and then you started hooking up sophomore year, when he sorta became a playboy. you knew it wasn’t smart, and you knew it wasn’t doing anything but confusing you further. you didn’t do hookups. or situationships.

he was the prettiest thing you’d ever laid eyes on, and he was nice, and he made you feel good… but he didn’t like you and you didn’t like him. yep. yeah. plus, being a playboy and all, he couldn’t stay with one girl for too long. he always called you his favorite, but it didn’t really mean anything.

you met his brothers too, became friends with them. they’re nice. and that’s also an inconvenience, considering your usual routine of “i can’t do this anymore, matt.” and then ending up right back in his bed two weeks later. you keep seeing him around because you’re with nick or chris most of the time.

these past few weeks might’ve been the longest you’ve gone without giving into him. you sent the “we should stop this” text almost a whole month ago. you’re quite proud of yourself. or… you were.

because tonight was one of the university’s hockey games, and nick dragged you along to go see chris and matt play. you agreed, considering nick’s your best friend. unfortunately, your eyes were on matt the whole time. his messy hair during break periods, the way he glided across the ice so perfectly…

everything about him was just perfect.

you avoided him after the game and went straight home. it’s now 11:30, completely dark out, and you’re standing in the middle of your apartment room glancing back and forth between your bedroom door and your car keys.

with a huff, after much (not much) contemplation, you grab your phone and your keys, slipping on your shoes and driving off to the triplet’s house on campus.