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ᴹᵃᵗᵗ'ˢ ᴾᴼⱽ:
THERE is something that is truly sad about loving someone who does not feel the same way back. maybe it's that hope and craving for something to actually happen between you two.

or how you try and give meaning to the things that the other person does for you when you don't even know if they do it to anyone else?

what about never wanting that person to find out, so you have to fake it. Fake your feelings with that person. fake it till you make it.

y/n.

We became friends in the eighth grade because, well i don't know the reason but probably something about how she felt pity for me. she is, and always have been my only friend besides my brothers.

"yo matt, i'm hanging out with ricky at his house so i'll see you later." Chris shouted before he closed the front door.

Chris has always technically been the 'better brother'. from being the most athletic, sliding in with the most girls, and just knowing how to interact with people.

the thing is, i have social anxiety, a stuttering problem. as well as depression. when i was six, i found out from my doctor and from then i have been taking medication for it.

━━━━━━ y/n ━━━━━━
1:47pm

y/n| hey hoe y don't
you come over i'm bored

me | on my way, "hoe".

i took out the extra house key y/n gave me and i opened up her door, noticing she was on the couch already stuffing her face with hot cheetos.

i shut the door, making her look towards my way. she smiled, showing the left over food stuck in her pearly white teeth. i giggled a little and she rolled her eyes.

"Matt stop and come over here." she commanded. god, i loved it when she attempts to be demanding.

"s-sure." i blurted, walking over to her oversized couch. i plopped down, sitting fairly close to her. i've sat next to her for at least my whole entire life, yet i still get so nervous.

"so, i have something to tell you." she sighed, looking down. and that's when a bunch of scenarios played through my head. she finally likes me back, or what if she doesn't want to be my friend anymore?

"what is it? tell me!" i begged, holding onto her thighs. she started to laugh. okay good sign, that means it's not bad, right?

"remember that time you told me if i like someone, that i should tell them..?" Y/n mumbled. i nodded my head vigorously, trying to hide the smile that wanted to be plastered on my face.

"y-yes! yes, i d-did tell you that!" i said. is it finally time? has it come to the moment I've been wanting for almost five years?

"well, i finally had the balls to tell Noah that i like him and he asked me out on a date! He is taking me out tomorrow, can you believe it?" she exclaimed.

my smile faded, it left. "he–he is taking you out on a date?" i muttered. she nodded.

it was too good to be true.

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