synopsis- after years of not seeing eachother due to a heartbreak, you and matt meet unexpectedly
contains: fluff, angst, teen âromanceâ, past heartbreak, awkwardness, use of y/n (sorry!)
sturnforestâs writing marathon-camp, childish gambino
matt hadnât seen you for years. in fact, he didnât really want to anyways. he claimed he had moved on by now, but he still remembered that summer. a summer that came crashing over him, racking his brain with memories when he unexpectedly saw you at a party somewhere in boston.
âiâm gonna go get some water, iâll be right back.â matt said to his brothers and newly made friends from his bunk.
the mess hall boomed with noise. loud campers reuniting, counselors trying to reprimand the kids acting out, dishes clattering against dishes. everyone was with their respected groups: the eagle cabin sitting at one table, the bear cabin sitting at another and so on. matt got up from his table, the moose cabin table, to retrieve his water. he weaved through the tables, disregarding the counselors-in-training who gave him dirty looks for walking past their table.
when he got to the little table with the water on it, he wasnât paying much attention. he was looking back at his table while still walking forward, resulting in him bumping into someone, bumping into you.
water drenched his orange camp shirt, dripping down the fabric. you had been so focused on bringing the 4 water cups back to your table without spilling them that you didnât notice when matt came striding forward.
âoh my god, iâm so sorry!â matt said, bending down to pick up the dropped plastic cups. âiâll help you clean this up.â he scrambled to collect the plastic cups, quickly grabbing a nearby rag to soak up the water that was spilled across the floorboards. you watched in surprise, not paying much attention to your now wet shirt because you were too focused on how this random boy was helping, and so eagerly, too. most boys your age wouldâve left you in the dust to clean it by yourself, but this boy was different. he wasnât the typical 13 year old jackass.
once he had finished cleaning the mess, he walked over to the table, laid out 5 cups, and started to fill them. you fidgeted nervously with your fingers as you watched him fill all the cups. he finished up with a smile, turning to face you, proud of his work.
âthank you, uh-â you paused, unsure of what to call him.
âmattâ he answered. âmatt. thank you, matt.â you finished. the name came naturally, you liked the way it sounded.
âiâm y/n.â you smiled.
âi like that.â he said, grabbing three of the 5 cups, âhere, iâll help you carry these.â
âiâm gonna go get a drink.â matt announced to his friends and brothers. they were all at some party back home in boston, pretending to enjoy the scene.
matt strode through the crowd of people. some familiar faces from highschool, but mostly unfamiliar faces. just bodies crowding the space, all dancing or drinking, making some sort of fool of themselves.
when he finally got to the drink table, he was pleased to see it wasnât too crowded. there was only one person there, wearing a little pink dress and a white handbag, mixing different drinks and mixers to make some sort of concoction.
he stood parallel to the girl, surveying his options. there wasnât much to pick from. a cooler of cheap beers-bud light, garage beer, corona, some lager, and a small selection of vodkas and mixers on the surface of the table. the girl had somehow managed to make a drink that look somewhat appetizing. âwhatâs that?â
âshirley temple.â she replied. matt saw her face for the first time that night, and he immediately felt like he was bathing in pop rocks. his whole body felt like it had shrunk, like it was sucked up by the worlds most powerful vacuum. he froze, unsure of how to reply. did she recognize him? did he seem stupid standing there with goosebumps and the hair on the back of his neck standing up, or did she feel the same way?
before matt left for camp, he imagined it would be him and his brothers running around all summer getting into trouble. but as it turned out, it was him, his brothers, and one girl, you.
after that first day with the water incident, you grew closer. matt was enjoying the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to him everyday. you learned a lot about eachother, matt especially observed you. you were smart and funny. you would match him and his brothers silly energy, always willing to say something dumb for a laugh. he admired the way you read books, even if no one assigned it to you. he loved the way your hair always had a little line running through, evidence of you putting a tie in it while it dried.
he enjoyed the small miracle of you, but he chose to ignore the fact that you two would probably never see each other after camp, unless one of your families moved to a dramatically different neighborhood.
you liked each other. he more than liked you, but he didnât know if you more than liked him, so he never said anything so he could preserve the miracle as long as possible.
that was until the bus ride home. he knew the risk. he knew that it might be it for you two if he did say something about his feelings if you didnât feel the same way. but he knew it would be it for you two if he didnât say something and you felt the same way. he didnât want to live in mystery.
âcan i tell you something?â he asked. you barely even whispered a response before he was telling you. he rambled on and on about camp, about how he didnât want what you two had to end. he didnât even know what he was saying, but he ended up using the word âdestinyâ at some point.
after awhile heâs just talking to fill the space between you two. in all honesty, he was intimidated by the expressionless look on your face. he didnât know what you were thinking. he especially didnât know what you were thinking after he finally stopped talking and you responded with one single word.
âmatt?â you asked. âi almost didnât recognize you.â
you didnât recognize him, but matt definitely recognized you. your hair still had that same line running through it, your face still had the same little freckles here and there. some things had changed. you had a new perfume, a new necklace. but matt could recognize his first love anywhere.
âgosh, i havenât seen you sinceâŠâ matt trailed off, remembering the bus ride home.
after your monotone response, matt pretended to fall asleep. and before long, he really was.
when he woke up, you werenât there anymore. you had probably gone home by now, now that the bus had arrived at the pickup where parents retrieved their kids. he looked around for nick and chris, only to find a few girls in the back of the bus, laughing and shrieking loudly.
one of them strode up to his seat, giggling as he friends egged her on. she leaned towards him, smiling devilishly as she said one word: âdestiny.â
âcamp, yeah.â you winced. after camp, you didnât think about him much. you occasionally thought about him, how he was doing, how his brothers were, stuff like that. you didnât ever really think about how he took the rejection, though. âwant me to make you one?â you asked, pointing to your shirley temple, in attempt to break the awkwardness.
you mixed together the ingredients, careful to make sure the sprite-to-grenadine ratio was correct. matt watched in awe, all the memories you two shared coming back to him. you were his first love. he might not have been yours, but you were definitely his. he wanted to try again. he desperately wanted to try again. you were both older now, maybe things would be different.
while you made his drink, he made small talk. âhow have you been?â âyou still into that one artist?â âdid you ever go back to camp?â and stuff like that.
to mattâs surprise, he enjoyed the rest of the night. he finally felt a part of his teenage self heal, hearing you talk to him once more. he felt like he could finally let your situationship/friendship with you rest, like he could finally move on completely. he acted like he had moved on over the years, getting into other relationships and talking to other girls. he couldnât sulk forever. but now, he was able to really get you out of the back of his mind.
not really. after spending the rest of the night with you, catching up, and getting to know a completely different, matured side of you, he couldnât let you go again. he fell in love with you all over again.
matt thought back to the day on the bus. he had that same feeling in his chest. the feeling of not knowing whether he should take a chance or let it be. that day, he lost you. you didnât feel the same as him and that was it, you never saw each other again.
just as you were about to call an uber, matt made up his mind.
âhey, y/n.â he spoke timidly, âi think we should try again.â he tried to compose himself this time, not let himself ramble uncontrollably.
âi think we could be something, you know? you changed my life that summer, and i donât ever want to forget that.â matt watched your face closely, watching as you softly smiled. âwould you want to go out sometime?â
hehe first one done!! idk if this is good or not, but i had a lot of fun writing it!
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