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" from which stars have we fallen to meet each other here? "

[mattgtg]

lunahmu:

luna: is that your final excuse for ditching me or do you wanna try again?

matt: i didn’t ditch you matt: i forgot. there’s a difference

[mattgtg]

lunahmu:

luna: you’re kidding right? luna: if you wanted to see me maybe you should show up when we have a date?? luna: just a thought!!

matt: is a study date rlly a date tho matt: i mean matt: think about it

[mattgtg]

lunahmu:

luna: sometimes i wonder how you got past middle school luna: guess i’m gonna have to eat the frosted animal crackers i bought alone then luna: if i die of a sugar shock that’s your fault

matt: i think the teachers felt bad for me matt: babe.....you KNOW those are my weakness matt: save me some plz but idk when i’ll be back matt: i wanna see you tho

[mattgtg]

lunahmu:

luna: ummm where tf are you??? luna: i thought we agreed on study night??

matt: yeah about that... matt: why study when you already know everything?

[mattgtg]

matt: they finally put me behind bars matt: bail me out

[mattgtg]

lunahmu:

A year had passed since the last time she’d been at a party like this, red solo cups and beer cans filling the tables, the rooms reeking of booze and vomit. Last year, her throat would’ve already been filled with a lump of anxiety upon arrival, but the year of distance had changed her quite a bit. Not that she felt any more comfortable — if it wasn’t for Eric’s little brother, she wouldn’t be here in the first place — but with her classes for the semester being over and the certain burden she’d gotten rid of, this was the most at ease she’d felt in a while. At least that’s what she’d tell herself when she wasn’t lying awake at 2am, the smile she knew so well creeping up on her mind, filling her brain with feelings of regret. Feelings she’d brush aside the next morning, or when she sat down next to Eric in class, at the latest. So here she was, sitting on the cleanest sofa they could find, legs dangling off his lap. Her eyes wandered around the room, wondering if she’d spot a familiar face, though that didn’t seem to be the case. She turned to Eric again, the boredom on her face as clear as day. “You know, this is exactly as boring as I remembered. Maybe we should find something else to do. Pretty sure your brother will be too drunk to remember me, anyway.”

he was in the middle of shotgunning a fourth beer when one of his friends decided to leave for whatever reason matt wasn’t able to catch and  the space left in his absence created a window in which he was able to look through and see her; in the split of a second he looked up and saw someone looking ridiculously like a certain girl  who clouded his mind daily. matt choked as the liquid remained stuck in his throat before it spewed all over his best friend, bradley, whose brows furrowed at the unusual sight. he couldn’t produce any proper reasoning for his actions and simply excused himself from the group, rushing over to the nearest bathroom with a hand clinging tightly to against his abdomen. he paused for a moment thinking it was possible this was yet another cruel trick his mind decided to play on him but one look at the brunette on the couch and matt knew that wasn’t the case. he could recognize her anywhere from the way she sat to the form in which her hair lined her face. it was most definitely her, but who the hell was that guy? a friend or something more? he wasn’t sure that was a question he wanted answered. matt pushed his way to the bathroom and hovered over the toilet; anything he consumed earlier was now emptied out into the bowl.

[mattgtg]

Matt’s hand gripped the wooden ladder attached to the tree trunk that had been holding up the old, wooden house he and his father had built a few years ago as part of some bonding exercise his mother thought would work wonders in helping them find something in common. It worked for a bit — a day to be exact — before returning to the tense atmosphere matt was far too accustomed to as a child. With a tight grip on the ladder, he began to climb up towards the entrance only to look behind his shoulder and shoot the brunette below a small grin. “Let me check to see if any raccoons or squirrels made this place their home and then you can come on up,” he told her before removing a hand from the steps to open the house and snaked his way through. As a child, the area had always appeared to be immensely large but evidently now, that wasn’t the case. Regardless, it remained a homey area and one of his favorite places to hang out with Luna because he viewed it as their place and whenever he pictured them together in the future, it was in a house that resembled this very space. Once making sure there was nothing alive lurking around, he leaned his head outside the cutout square that was meant to be a window and peered down at the girl. “Coast is clear.” he called out with a grin that only fell and became a slight grimace in result of knocking the back of his head on the wood when he retracted his head.

[mattgtg]

It had been about a year since he had seen her and although the first few months were complete hell, Matt was finally beginning to feel like he could move on. At least, that’s what he would tell anyone who asked but deep down he knew himself better than that. His feelings could be forgotten for a night or two after drinking them away but his mind would always wander to her which is why Matt begrudgingly agreed to come out with his friends to some party being thrown by a guy whose name he didn’t bother trying to remember. That’s where he found himself tonight; a dark room illuminated with cheap multicolored LED lights and the scent of alcohol pouring throughout the area. The scene had become something he was all too familiar with these past three years and as toxic as the thought was, Matt found comfort in this type of atmosphere. Strolling over towards the drinks, he reached for a beer — the first of many for the night — and walked over to join his friends who were currently in a fit of laughter over his usual antics. “I’m starting off slow tonight,” he grinned once arriving at the group, chugging the remainder of the drink and crushing the can on his forehead at the request of those around him.