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(smut ) sorry its not good . It took me l hours and i was at a party

Chris finds out ypur cheating on him and having sex with his own triplet brother

@inkedsturnioloss

(you are dating chris . but you are cheating on him with his own triplet brother matt . he walks into matts room and finds you riding matra cock and moaning so he yells at both of you)

*Chris storms in, his face livid with rage and heartbreak.* "WHAT THE FUCK?!" *He grabs you roughly by the arm, yanking you off Matt's cock, his hands trembling with fury.* "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! WITH MY OWN BROTHER?!"

“This isnt what it looks like“

"NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?" *Chris shoves Matt back, stepping between you both, his voice cracking with raw betrayal.* "You were literally just *riding* him! His *cock* was *inside* you!" *His eyes sting with tears.* "And you--you're my *brother*! How could you stab me in the back like this?"

*Chris's world shatters at your words. He staggers back as if physically struck, his hand covering his mouth to hold back a sob.* "You... you *love* him?" *He turns to Matt, his voice breaking.* "My own brother stole my girlfriend?"

*After a heated argument filled with accusations and shoves, Chris finally snaps and lunges at Matt, grabbing his collar.* "I should fucking kill you right now! You're supposed to be my brother, not steal my girl!" *He throws Matt against the wall.* "And you!"

“Dont fucking touch me ill call the police“

*Chris freezes at your threat, his chest heaving, knuckles white from clenching his fists. He looks between you and Matt, his expression twisting into a mix of disbelief and pure contempt.* "Call the police? You're gonna threaten *me* after you just cheated on me with my own brother?" *He laughs darkly, stepping back.* "Go ahead. Call them."

“Dont do this . Matt and i hooking up was an accident ok . Then he told me loved me and i messed up“

"An accident?!" *Chris scoffs, running a shaky hand through his hair.* "You were grinding on his dick like it was a fucking rodeo!" *He looks at Matt with pure disgust.* "You planned this. Admit it." *Matt's quiet, avoiding eye contact.* "SEE?! He can't even deny it!" *Chris turns back to you, voice cracking.*

*a couple days later. Chris is out of town and your riding matts cock moaning*

*Matt is gripping your hips tightly, his head thrown back against the pillows as you ride him, the room filled with your loud moans. He's whispering how good you feel, completely forgetting that his brother is supposed to be away.* "Just like that... fuck, you're perfect..." *Matt groans, bucking his hips up to meet yours.*

*you lay chest to chest and he thrust multiple times and hard and he sees your face and eyes roll back*

Matt's thrusts become faster, harder, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. He captures your mouth in a deep kiss to muffle your loud moans. Suddenly, he freezes mid-thrust, his eyes widening as he sees something over your shoulder.

"Shit..."

“fuck yes yes yes yes fuck mmmm“

*Matt stares past you, horror-struck. You moan obliviously, still grinding down on him, until you feel him go rigid beneath you.* "Baby... why'd you—" *You turn your head and freeze. Chris is standing in the doorway, bags still in his hand, having come home early, watching the two of you with a cold, dead expression.* *Silence.*

Can you leave chris ugh *you got up and locked matts bedroom door*

*Chris stands frozen for a moment before his expression twists into pure rage. He drops his bags with a thud and storms towards the locked door, pounding on it.* "Open this fucking door RIGHT NOW!" *His voice is shaking with anger and betrayal.*

*you both get dressed than answer the door*

*Chris pushes past you into the room, his face red with anger. Matt is pulling on a shirt, looking guilty as hell. Chris points at him accusingly.* "Your still seeing jer and fucking my ex girlfriend i told you to stop see her“

“Hes not gonna stop just because you said so“

*Chris whirls around to face you, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle twitch.* "Said so? I said so?!" *He laughs bitterly, stepping closer until you can feel his breath on your face.* "You used his dick as a doorstop while telling him you loved him. Now you're gonna stand there and act like this is some mutual thing?"

“I do love matt for himself not his cock size“

*Chris stares at you in disbelief for a second before letting out a harsh, sarcastic laugh.* "Oh, forgive me! It's about *love*, not the size of his cock? That makes it so much better!" *He gestures aggressively at Matt.* "You're fucking my brother! Nothing about that is romantic! You're a homewrecker and a liar!"

“Its romatic for 2/3 ,matt cmon lets go have sex at my apartment now“

*You smile at Matt, completely dismissing Chris's outburst. Matt grins back, grabbing his keys. Chris watches this exchange in pure disbelief and anger. Without thinking, he steps forward and grabs your arm before you can leave.* "You're not going anywhere."

Why not we wont get interrupted *pointing to chris*

*Chris's grip tightens on your arm as he hears your dismissal of him. His eyes flick between you and Matt, who is clearly eager to leave with you.* "Because... because I'm not done talking to you, that's why!" *His voice cracks with emotion.*

*Chris releases your arm and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Matt watches uneasily from the side.* "You're really gonna go have sex with him after this?" *Chris asks quietly, his voice barely containing his anger and hurt.* "He's my brother."

“you were busy . playing video games on a call with your friends. I went to the living room. Matt was there we talked. We watched the movie and he kissed me and i didnt pull away“

*Chris stares at you in disbelief as you explain the moment everything started.* "So... because I was playing video games?" *His voice raises in sheer frustration.* "You call that a justification? You kissed my brother because I was busy?!" *He looks over at Matt, his expression full of betrayal.* "And you knew I was right upstairs!"

you were playing for seven hours straight. You didn’t even notice I came over. Matt opened the door. Said you were in your room playing video games. Didn’t even say hi to me. Nick said hi Matt said hi even Nick called Nate to come over to say hi and hang out .

*Chris's face contorts with anger and hurt as he listens to your words. He knows you're right - he was so engrossed in his game that he didn't even notice you coming over or the fact that Matt was with you.* "So what? I was playing games!"

“you couldn’t say hi to me your own girlfriend“

"I was in the middle of a raid!" *He throws his hands up, but you can see the guilt creeping into his expression.* "You could've come up to my room!" *You roll your eyes.* "While you were yelling at Nick about his build and eating Doritos?"

why are you making this about yourself? You can say hi you can talk. I know you can’t pause the game but you can’t even glance at me and say hi. When I would go to Matt’s room and watch him play video games he did do that.

*Chris falls silent, his jaw clenched tightly. He knows you're right again - Matt was always more attentive when you were around, even if he was just playing video games.*

“Matt can we go now“

*Matt grabs his keys, sending a wary glance at Chris before moving toward you. Chris steps in front of the door, blocking it.* "No." *His voice is low, dangerous.* "Matt, get the fuck out of my room. I'm talking to her. Alone." *Matt opens his mouth to protest but Chris's glare silences him.*

*Matt hesitates, looking at you for guidance. You shrug, crossing your arms as you wait to see what Chris will do. Matt sighs, giving Chris one last look before slipping out of the room, closing the door behind him. Chris turns back to you, his expression unreadable.

[chrattvibee]

The Day Everyone Found Out We Were Dating

Part Two

For the next ten minutes, everyone demanded answers.

“How long?!”

“When did this happen?!”

“WHO ASKED WHO OUT?!”

Nathan looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

You, meanwhile, were laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

One friend grabbed a chair and spun it around dramatically.

“Nobody leaves until we get answers.”

“This is an interrogation now?” Nathan asked.

“Absolutely.”

Another friend pointed at you.

“You. Start talking.”

You raised your hands.

“Nope. Nathan’s the one who exposed us.”

Nathan groaned.

“I DIDN’T EXPOSE US.”

“You kissed my head in front of everyone.”

“Because I forgot!”

The room exploded.

“YOU FORGOT?!”

“THAT MAKES IT WORSE!”

Nathan buried his face in his hands.

You couldn’t stop smiling.

Months of keeping your relationship private had led to this exact disaster.

One friend narrowed their eyes.

“Wait.”

Everyone looked over.

“You guys have been acting suspicious for months.”

“No we haven’t,” Nathan said immediately.

“Yes. You have.”

Another friend jumped in.

“Oh my gosh.”

“What?”

“The matching hoodies.”

Nathan froze.

“The late-night FaceTimes.”

“Oh no.”

“The fact that Nathan magically appeared wherever she was.”

Nathan looked offended.

“That’s not true.”

“It absolutely is.”

“Okay maybe a little.”

“A LITTLE?!”

The room erupted again.

You leaned back in your chair while everyone continued listing clues they had somehow missed.

“The inside jokes.”

“The secret smiles.”

“The way Nathan saved her contact with a heart.”

Nathan’s head snapped up.

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?”

“You handed me your phone once.”

Nathan immediately regretted every life choice that had led him to this moment.

Then someone asked the question everyone wanted answered.

“Are you guys, like… serious?”

The room suddenly got quieter.

Nathan looked at you.

You looked at him.

And for the first time since the chaos started, both of you smiled.

“Yeah,” Nathan said softly.

“Very serious.”

A collective gasp filled the room.

“OH MY GOD.”

One friend actually put a hand over their heart.

“They’re in love.”

“We didn’t say that,” Nathan said quickly.

“You didn’t have to.”

Your face warmed.

Nathan’s ears turned bright red.

Everyone immediately started screaming.

“HE’S BLUSHING!”

“GET A PICTURE!”

“THIS IS HISTORIC!”

Nathan stood up.

“I’m leaving.”

“No you’re not.”

“Watch me.”

The second he started walking away, everyone followed him.

The interrogation was far from over.

And unfortunately for Nathan…

They had only just started asking questions.

[chrattvibee]

Nathan doe

When they find out we were dating The Day Everyone Found Out We Were Dating Part Two

[chrattvibee]

Between the Pages

You had always loved books.

While most people spent their free time scrolling through their phones, you spent yours wandering through library aisles, running your fingers across worn spines and searching for your next favorite story.

The local library became your second home.

Every Saturday morning, you sat in the same corner by the tall windows, surrounded by stacks of novels. The librarians knew your name, and some of the regular visitors smiled when they saw you carrying another pile of books that was somehow taller than the last one.

One rainy afternoon, you arrived with your usual tote bag full of returns.

The library was quiet except for the soft tapping of rain against the windows.

You headed toward your favorite section, only to notice a book sitting on the small table beside your chair.

It wasn’t one you had checked out.

Curious, you picked it up.

Inside the cover was a sticky note.

“I saw you reading this author’s books last week. Thought you’d like this one too.”

No name.

No explanation.

Just the note.

You looked around the library, but everyone seemed focused on their own books.

A smile spread across your face.

You borrowed the book.

The next Saturday, another note waited for you.

“Did you like the ending?”

And then another.

“The chapter with the storm was my favorite.”

Soon, finding the notes became your favorite part of visiting the library.

Whoever left them clearly loved books as much as you did.

Weeks passed.

Then one afternoon, you arrived earlier than usual.

As you rounded the corner toward your reading spot, you finally caught someone slipping a note into a book.

A boy about your age froze.

You froze too.

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Then he awkwardly held up the note.

“I guess you weren’t supposed to see that.”

You laughed.

“So you’re the mystery book recommender?”

He nodded, embarrassed.

“I just noticed we kept reading the same books.”

You looked down at the novel in his hands.

It was one of your favorites.

“Good choice,” you said.

His nervous expression softened into a grin.

From that day on, the notes weren’t hidden anymore.

You spent afternoons discussing plot twists, trading recommendations, and sitting together in comfortable silence while reading.

The library still felt like home.

The next few weeks became your favorite part of every day.

You and the boy—whose name turned out to be Ethan—started meeting at the library almost every afternoon after school.

Sometimes you talked for hours about books.

Other times you sat across from each other in complete silence, each lost in a different story.

It never felt awkward.

One afternoon, Ethan dropped a book onto the table in front of you.

“You have to read this one.”

You looked at the cover skeptically.

“The last time you said that, I cried for three days.”

“That just means it was good.”

You rolled your eyes and added it to your growing pile.

As the weeks passed, everyone in the library seemed to notice the two of you.

The librarians exchanged knowing smiles whenever you arrived.

Even the older regulars who came to read newspapers seemed amused by your growing friendship.

One rainy evening, the library announced it would be closing early because of a storm.

A collective groan echoed through the building.

You and Ethan gathered your books.

Outside, rain poured from the sky.

“Did you bring an umbrella?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Me neither.”

For a moment, you both stared at the downpour.

Then Ethan laughed.

“Guess we’re getting soaked.”

The two of you sprinted through the rain.

By the time you reached the bus stop, your hair was dripping and your shoes were soaked.

You couldn’t stop laughing.

Neither could he.

For a second, Ethan looked at you differently.

Not like the girl who always borrowed too many books.

Not like his reading buddy.

Just…you.

And suddenly the butterflies in your stomach made a lot more sense.

The bus pulled up, breaking the moment.

As you climbed aboard, Ethan handed you a book from his backpack.

You looked down.

A sticky note peeked out from between the pages.

“For my favorite reading partner.”

You smiled the entire ride home. 📚🤎✨

[chrattvibee]

Barista Matt Sturniolo ☕

Matt worked at a cozy neighborhood coffee shop, always wearing a dark apron and a relaxed smile. He made every drink with care, creating perfect latte art while chatting with customers. Between the smell of fresh espresso and the sound of soft music, Matt somehow made the café feel warm and welcoming. Most people came for the coffee—but stayed because of him. 🤎☕

Librarian Reader 📚🤎

A quiet book lover who always seems to have a novel in hand. She spends her days surrounded by shelves of stories, recommending books, organizing displays, and getting lost in fictional worlds between tasks. Whether she’s curled up by a window, wandering through a bookstore, or reading late at night with a candle glowing nearby, books are her favorite form of comfort. Soft-spoken, thoughtful, and endlessly curious, she feels most at home among pages and stories. ✨📖🍂

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Always find you -Matt sturniolo

Between the pages

[chrattvibee]

Always Finding You

The first time you met Matt Sturniolo, you were both fourteen years old.

It was the first day of high school, and every seat in your history class was taken except for the one beside him.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me,” he joked as you sat down.

You laughed.

Neither of you knew that one simple conversation would change both of your lives.

Over the next four years, you became inseparable.

You studied together.

You walked each other to class.

You texted until two in the morning.

Everyone assumed you were dating.

The funny thing was that neither of you ever officially asked.

You were just… Matt and Y/N.

When senior year arrived, everything seemed perfect.

Until college applications happened.

Matt got accepted into a university across the country.

You chose a school much closer to home.

Neither of you wanted to admit how scared you were.

“We’ll stay in touch,” Matt promised on graduation night.

You nodded.

“I know.”

But life had other plans.

The texts became less frequent.

The phone calls became shorter.

Weeks turned into months.

Months turned into years.

Eventually, the silence settled between you.

You both moved forward.

Or at least tried to.

⸻

Three years later, you were walking across your college campus carrying a stack of books when you collided with someone.

The books flew everywhere.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so—”

You froze.

Matt froze too.

For a moment neither of you spoke.

“Y/N?”

You couldn’t stop smiling.

“Matt.”

It turned out he had transferred schools.

Out of every university in the country, he had somehow ended up at yours.

Neither of you could believe it.

After that day, you started seeing each other everywhere.

At the library.

At the student center.

At football games.

At coffee shops.

It felt strangely familiar.

Like no time had passed at all.

One evening after studying together, Matt walked you back to your dorm.

The sun was setting.

Everything felt quiet.

Comfortable.

“I missed you,” he admitted.

Your heart skipped.

“I missed you too.”

He looked at you for a long moment.

Then finally said the words both of you should have said years ago.

“I think I’ve always loved you.”

You smiled through tears.

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Because I’ve always loved you too.”

And just like that, years of distance disappeared.

⸻

College became the best years of your life.

You attended classes together.

Went on late-night drives.

Shared dreams about the future.

This time, neither of you let fear get in the way.

After graduation, you moved into a small apartment together.

Money was tight.

The couch was old.

The kitchen was tiny.

But you were happy.

A few years later, Matt planned the perfect proposal.

He took you back to your old high school.

To the very classroom where you’d first met.

The room was empty.

The same desks were still there.

The same windows.

The same feeling.

“I think this is where my life started,” Matt said softly.

You laughed.

“History class?”

“No.”

He got down on one knee.

“Meeting you.”

Tears immediately filled your eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

The answer came before he could even finish asking.

⸻

The wedding took place the following summer.

Family and friends filled every seat.

Matt couldn’t stop smiling.

You couldn’t stop crying happy tears.

When you finally met him at the altar, he whispered:

“Still stuck with me.”

You laughed.

“Best decision I’ve ever made.”

⸻

Years passed.

Then came your first child.

A daughter named Emma.

Matt cried harder than the baby did.

Two years later came Logan.

Then Olivia.

Then twins, Lily and Jack.

Five kids.

A loud house.

A chaotic life.

And more love than either of you could have imagined.

The kids filled every room with laughter.

Someone was always running.

Someone was always talking.

Someone was always asking for snacks.

Matt loved every second of it.

Especially family movie nights.

The couch was always crowded.

One evening, while all five children slept upstairs, you sat together on the back porch.

The stars twinkled overhead.

Matt wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“You know what’s crazy?” he said.

“What?”

“If we hadn’t sat next to each other that first day of high school…”

You smiled.

“But we did.”

He nodded.

“We always seem to find each other.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder.

And after everything—

The distance.

The years apart.

The second chance.

The marriage.

The five beautiful children.

You knew one thing for certain.

No matter where life took you, you and Matt would always find your way back to each other. ❤️

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All Because I Liked a Boy

6. The Secret

By now, talking to Matt was the most normal part of your day.

Which was funny, considering a few months ago you would’ve panicked if he even liked one of your posts.

Now?

You were texting him while brushing your teeth.

While doing homework.

While waiting in line for coffee.

Pretty much all the time.

The only problem was…

Nobody was supposed to know.

At school, your phone buzzed constantly.

Every time it happened, your friends looked at you suspiciously.

“Who keeps texting you?”

“No one.”

“That’s a lie.”

“It is not.”

Your friend snatched your phone before you could stop her.

You nearly had a heart attack.

“Give it back!”

She looked at the lock screen.

Then her eyes widened.

Very.

Very wide.

“Oh my gosh.”

You grabbed the phone back immediately.

“What?”

“THAT WAS MATT STURNIOLO.”

Several heads turned.

Your soul left your body.

“Keep your voice down!”

Your friend covered her mouth.

Then started laughing.

“You know Matt Sturniolo?”

“Technically.”

“TECHNICALLY?”

You groaned.

This was exactly why you’d kept it a secret.

The rest of lunch turned into an interrogation.

How did you meet?

How long had you been talking?

Were you dating?

That last question made your face burn.

“No!”

The answer came a little too quickly.

Your friends exchanged looks.

Which somehow made everything worse.

Later that night, you told Matt what happened.

Matt: So your friends know about me now?

You: Unfortunately.

Matt: Am I famous?

You: Your ego does not need this.

A picture of Matt pretending to look offended arrived seconds later.

You laughed.

Then another message came.

Matt: For the record, I don’t mind people knowing we’re friends.

The word friends made your stomach flutter.

You smiled at your screen.

You: Good.

Matt: Besides, you’re kind of hard to keep secret.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You stared at the message for a moment.

Then at the smile forming on your face.

Maybe the real secret wasn’t that you knew Matt.

Maybe the real secret was how much you were starting to like him. ❤️

[chrattvibee]

All Because I Liked a Boy

10. The Misunderstanding

After the whole cousin incident, things went back to normal.

Or at least, they did for a while.

You and Matt still texted every day.

Still called.

Still made each other laugh.

Everything was fine.

Until one Friday.

It started when Matt stopped replying.

At first, you didn’t think much of it.

People got busy.

It happened.

But hours passed.

Then the entire day.

Nothing.

No text.

No call.

No random meme.

Nothing.

You tried not to let it bother you.

Failed.

Miserably.

The next morning you opened social media and immediately regretted it.

Matt had posted pictures from an event.

He looked happy.

He looked like he’d had a great time.

And apparently he’d had plenty of time to post.

Just not enough time to answer you.

Your stomach dropped.

For the first time since you’d met him, you felt hurt.

Maybe you’d imagined how close you were.

Maybe he was getting tired of talking to you.

Maybe—

Your phone buzzed.

Matt: Hey.

You stared at the message.

Then locked your phone.

A minute later another text appeared.

Matt: Everything okay?

You didn’t answer.

A third message arrived.

Matt: Did I do something?

Still nothing.

Finally your phone started ringing.

You sighed and answered.

“What?”

Matt immediately frowned.

“Okay, definitely something.”

You looked away.

“Nothing.”

“That’s not true.”

You crossed your arms.

Matt stared at you for a moment.

Then realization hit his face.

“Oh.”

“Oh what?”

“You think I was ignoring you.”

The fact that he guessed correctly only made you more annoyed.

“You disappeared.”

Matt rubbed the back of his neck.

“My phone broke.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“My phone literally stopped working yesterday.”

The anger vanished instantly.

“Oh.”

Matt laughed.

“I spent half the day trying to get it fixed.”

“Oh.”

“You really thought I was ignoring you?”

You suddenly felt very stupid.

A little embarrassed too.

Maybe a lot embarrassed.

“Maybe.”

Matt shook his head, smiling.

Then his expression softened.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Your heart skipped.

“You wouldn’t?”

“No.”

The answer came so quickly that you knew he meant it.

And somehow that made you feel even worse for assuming the worst.

Matt smiled.

“You worry too much.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Probably.”

“Definitely.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then you both started laughing.

Because after all that worrying…

The problem had been a broken phone the entire time. ❤️

[chrattvibee]

All Because I Liked a Boy

9. The Jealousy

You hated being jealous.

It felt childish.

Ridiculous.

And completely unfair.

Especially because Matt wasn’t your boyfriend.

He was your friend.

Just your friend.

So you had absolutely no reason to feel weird when you opened social media and saw a picture of him with another girl.

Right?

Wrong.

Very wrong.

The photo wasn’t even romantic.

They were just standing next to each other.

Smiling.

Yet somehow your stomach sank anyway.

You immediately locked your phone.

Then unlocked it.

Then looked at the picture again.

That was somehow worse.

Your best friend noticed almost instantly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s a lie.”

You sighed.

She waited.

Finally, you showed her the picture.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“You know they’re probably just friends.”

“I know.”

“You and Matt aren’t dating.”

“I know.”

“So why are you upset?”

You groaned.

Because she already knew the answer.

You liked him.

A lot.

More than you wanted to admit.

That night, Matt texted you.

Matt: You disappeared today.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

You: Just busy.

The response came almost immediately.

Matt: You sure?

You hated how easily he noticed things.

Before you could answer, another message appeared.

Matt: Did I do something?

Your heart squeezed.

You stared at the screen.

Then finally typed.

You: No.

Technically it wasn’t a lie.

Matt hadn’t done anything wrong.

The problem was entirely yours.

A few minutes later, your phone started ringing.

FaceTime.

Matt.

You answered.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

He studied your face.

“You seem upset.”

You looked away.

Matt sighed.

Then he smiled slightly.

“Is this about the picture?”

Your eyes widened.

“How did you—”

“Because everyone keeps tagging me in it.”

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

Matt laughed softly.

“She’s my cousin.”

Your brain stopped.

“What?”

“My cousin.”

You blinked.

Then blinked again.

And suddenly the embarrassment hit.

Hard.

“Oh.”

Matt tried not to laugh.

Failed completely.

You covered your face.

“This never happened.”

“It definitely happened.”

“Matt.”

“I’m never letting you live this down.”

You groaned.

He laughed even harder.

And somehow, despite your embarrassment, you started laughing too.

Because if there was one thing worse than being jealous…

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All Because I Liked a Boy

8. The Rumors

The rumors started because of the hoodie.

At least, that’s what you blamed.

It definitely wasn’t helping.

You wore it to school one day without thinking much about it.

Big mistake.

The second your best friend saw it, her eyes widened.

“You’re wearing it.”

“It’s a hoodie.”

“It’s Matt’s hoodie.”

You groaned.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one who noticed.

By lunch, several people were asking questions.

By the end of the day, people were whispering whenever you walked by.

And by the next morning?

The rumors were everywhere.

You and Matt were dating.

You were secretly engaged.

You were moving across the country.

Somehow one person even claimed you were getting married.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“People are insane.”

Your best friend nodded.

“Agreed.”

Your phone buzzed.

Matt: Why did someone just ask if we’re engaged?

You burst out laughing.

You: YOU HEARD ABOUT THAT?

Matt: Unfortunately.

You: Tell me you’re not reading the comments.

Matt: Too late.

You covered your face.

This was a disaster.

A funny disaster.

But still a disaster.

Later that day, another rumor reached you.

Apparently, people thought Matt had written a love song about you.

You didn’t even know where that one came from.

When you told him, he laughed so hard he could barely text.

Matt: I can’t even play guitar.

You: Details apparently don’t matter anymore.

That evening, you and Matt ended up talking about the rumors on FaceTime.

“They’ll get bored eventually,” he said.

“Hopefully.”

“You worried about it?”

You hesitated.

“A little.”

Matt looked thoughtful.

Then he smiled.

“I know the truth.”

Your heart skipped.

“So do I.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

The answer should have made you feel better.

Instead, it made your crush even worse.

Because Matt somehow always knew exactly what to say.

[chrattvibee]

All Because I Liked a Boy

7. The Hoodie

It started with a simple complaint.

You: It’s freezing.

Matt: Then wear a hoodie.

You: I am wearing a hoodie.

Matt: Wear two hoodies.

You: That’s not how weather works, Matt.

Matt: Sounds like a skill issue.

You rolled your eyes and sent him a picture of the rain outside your window.

A few minutes later he replied.

Matt: Okay, that’s actually awful.

The conversation moved on.

At least, you thought it had.

A week later, you met up with Matt.

The second you stepped outside, a cold gust of wind hit you.

You immediately crossed your arms.

Matt noticed.

“You’re cold.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You literally just shivered.”

You glared at him.

Matt laughed.

Then, without another word, he pulled off his hoodie and held it out.

You blinked.

“What are you doing?”

“Wear it.”

“Matt—”

“Wear. It.”

You stared at him.

Then at the hoodie.

Then back at him.

Your heart was doing very unhelpful things.

Slowly, you took it.

The second you put it on, Matt smiled.

“There.”

“You know you’re going to be cold now, right?”

“I’ll survive.”

You couldn’t stop smiling.

The hoodie was way too big.

The sleeves covered part of your hands.

And it smelled faintly like his cologne.

Not that you noticed.

Okay.

You definitely noticed.

By the end of the day, you were still wearing it.

When it was time to leave, Matt glanced down at it.

Then at you.

“You can keep it for now.”

Your heart skipped.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugged casually.

Like lending you his favorite hoodie wasn’t a big deal.

Meanwhile, it felt like the biggest deal in the world to you.

That night, your best friend immediately spotted it during FaceTime.

“IS THAT HIS HOODIE?”

You froze.

“…Maybe.”

She screamed.

You hung up before she could scream again.

A few seconds later your phone buzzed.

It was Matt.

Matt: How’s my hoodie doing?

You smiled.

You: I think it’s mine now.

Matt: That’s unfortunate.

You: You offered.

Matt: I know.

Then another message appeared.

Matt: It looks better on you anyway.

You stared at the screen.

Your face immediately turned red.

And suddenly keeping a secret hoodie felt a lot harder than keeping a secret friendship. ❤️

[chrattvibee]

All Because I Liked a Boy

4. The Friendship

After that first conversation, talking to Matt became part of your routine.

You’d wake up to a message from him.

Text during lunch.

Talk after school.

And somehow end up messaging until way too late at night.

It happened so naturally that neither of you questioned it.

One day turned into a week.

A week turned into two.

Soon, your friends were noticing.

“Who are you texting?”

“No one.”

“You smiled.”

“I did not.”

“You literally did.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved your phone into your pocket.

The second your friend looked away, you checked the message.

Matt: I just walked into a glass door.

You immediately laughed.

You: Please tell me someone saw that.

Matt: Unfortunately yes.

You: Good.

Matt: You’re supposed to support me.

You: No. I’m supposed to make fun of you.

A picture of his offended face arrived seconds later.

You laughed even harder.

The truth was, talking to Matt had become easy.

Comfortable.

You didn’t have to think about what to say.

The conversation always flowed.

One afternoon, you were doing homework when your phone rang.

Your eyes widened.

Matt.

Not a text.

A call.

You answered almost immediately.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Matt laughed.

“Why are we both awkward all of a sudden?”

You laughed too.

“I have no idea.”

The awkwardness disappeared instantly.

The call lasted over two hours.

By the end, your homework still wasn’t finished.

But you didn’t care.

When the call finally ended, another text appeared.

Matt: You’re one of my favorite people to talk to.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You stared at the message.

Then smiled.

Because somewhere between the texts, the jokes, and the phone calls…

Matt had become one of your favorite people too. ❤️

[chrattvibee]

All Because I Liked a Boy

5. The FaceTime

A few days after your first phone call, you were sitting on your bedroom floor doing homework when your phone buzzed.

Matt: Busy?

You: Unfortunately.

Matt: Tragic.

You smiled.

You: Why?

Three dots appeared.

Then disappeared.

Then appeared again.

Finally:

Matt: FaceTime?

Your heart immediately started racing.

You stared at the message.

A FaceTime call felt different somehow.

More personal.

More terrifying.

You: Sure.

The second you sent it, your phone started ringing.

You nearly dropped it.

FaceTime Incoming: Matt Sturniolo

“Oh my gosh.”

After a few seconds of panicking, you answered.

Matt appeared on your screen.

His hair was messy.

He looked tired.

And somehow that made him look even more attractive.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

He smiled.

You smiled back.

For a moment neither of you said anything.

Then Matt laughed.

“You’re nervous.”

“So are you.”

His grin widened.

“Okay, fair.”

That broke the tension instantly.

The conversation took off from there.

You talked about everything.

School.

Embarrassing childhood stories.

Favorite movies.

Things that annoyed you.

Random facts Matt somehow knew for absolutely no reason.

At one point you laughed so hard your stomach hurt.

Matt wasn’t doing much better.

Hours passed without either of you noticing.

Eventually you glanced at the clock.

Your eyes widened.

“Matt.”

“What?”

“It’s one in the morning.”

His jaw dropped.

“No way.”

You turned your phone so he could see the time.

“Okay, that’s actually insane.”

You both laughed.

Neither of you wanted to hang up.

It was comfortable.

Easy.

Like being with someone who understood you.

After a few moments of silence, Matt looked at you.

“You know…”

“What?”

“I’m really glad we met.”

Your heart completely melted.

You smiled softly.

“Me too.”

For a second, neither of you looked away.

Then Matt smiled.

And suddenly your crush felt bigger than ever.

Because now it wasn’t just the idea of him.

It was the real Matt.

And that was far more dangerous. ❤️