AN: In this movie, Matt doesn't have a last name, so I just gave him one and ran with it lmao. Anyways, enjoy <3

The thrift store in Luton smelled like mothballs and old clothes. It was a smell Matt Spencer had long gotten used to with all the thrift stores he'd been in. He hummed a rock song under his breath as he sifted through racks of clothing. He fidgeted with the silver chain around his neck as he examined a t-shirt for some rock band. It was in pretty good shape, though it was just a bit faded, and there was a tiny stain on the corner of one sleeve. Nothing he couldn't get out with some strong detergent. As he checked it over for any other stains or holes, raucous laughter erupted behind him. He turned to see a group of young men around his age - all stonewashed jeans, puffer jackets, and crewcuts, crowded around something (or rather someone, as he'd later see). He craned his neck to get a good look at what they were crowded around to see that it was a girl. And she looked uncomfortable. He almost decided against interfering, until he saw one of them reach for her arm. He cleared his throat loudly, effectively getting their attention.

"There a problem here, mates?"

He asked.