matt was practically shaking the whole time he walked around cluelessly, not by choice though. usually, he’d be at home getting lost in studying for the next quiz, or a pokémon game. his brothers, nick and chris, knew this, and both wanted him to go out for once, so they dragged him to their friends party.

they were triplets. nick the eldest, matt the middle, chris the youngest. nick was the main photographer for the schools newspaper, and chris was huge on sports, making both popular. and matt was just plain matt. he was smart, and sometimes funny, yes, but that didn’t mean he was as ‘cool’ as his brothers to other people.

he had already lost his doubles, making him even more anxious than usual. matt pushed his glasses up his nose, knowing it was unbeknownst to everybody that filled the huge living room that he was trying to get by, or that he was even there in general.

matts feet shuffled together on the hardwood floor, causing him to slip and bump into somebody, getting some red drink spilt on him in the process.

“shit—m’sorry, m’so, so sorry,“ he panicked, barely glancing up at the person with fear, expecting to be met with an angry death glare but his short breath hitched as locked with your slightly alcohol-hazed eyes.