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( 007. ) ━━ ❛ they suit you. ❜

i'm in love when we are smoking
that la-la-la-la-la
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𝓜E 𝓐ND 𝓨OUR 𝓜AMA, childish gambino.

👻
Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo

viola 🦥

Matt Sturniolo

viola 🦥

Matt Sturniolo
| Violaaaa

viola 🦥
| CHRISSSS

Matt Sturniolo
| Jk it's Matt
| I took my phone back

viola 🦥
| ew blocked

Matt Sturniolo
| Die
| Also how come he gets such an excited reaction and I don't

viola 🦥
| how come he's capable of sending a full face snap and ur not

Matt Sturniolo
| ...
| Mk

viola 🦥
| can we bring chris back pls 🤗

Matt Sturniolo
| Bro
| No

viola 🦥
| why not 😕

Matt Sturniolo
| How do you prefer him when I'm the one pretending to be your bf rn

viola 🦥
| idk ur just kinda the worst

Matt Sturniolo
| I saved your ass yesterday at Mickey's?

viola 🦥
| i didn't ask to be made out with matt

Matt Sturniolo
| Oh
| I meant the conversation
| But nice to know that it's on your mind 🤔

viola 🦥
| ummm !!!!!!!
| who said it's on my mind ?????

Matt Sturniolo
| The excessive use of punctuation tells me enough

viola 🦥
| ur delusional

Matt Sturniolo
| Am I?

viola 🦥
| yes

Matt Sturniolo
| Mk 😁

viola 🦥
| STOP SAYING THAT

Matt Sturniolo
| Mk I'll stop

viola 🦥
| KYS

Matt Sturniolo
| Are you free tmr night

viola 🦥
| yeah i think so
| why?

Matt Sturniolo
| Ian's throwing a party
| You should come with me

viola 🦥
| yeah sure sounds fun!!

Matt Sturniolo
| Okay cool
| One question tho
| Do you smoke?

viola 🦥
| what like cigarettes? orrrrr

Matt Sturniolo
| Nah
| Weed

viola 🦥
| uhh
| no 😇

Matt Sturniolo
| Like at all?

viola 🦥
| no...?

Matt Sturniolo
| Damn Nebraska
| So innocent 😧😧

viola 🦥
| shut up
| i'm not likeeee against it
| i've just never had the opportunity to

Matt Sturniolo
| Julian smokes a fuck ton tho
| You two never got high together?

viola 🦥
| nope
| he told me not to get involved w all that

Matt Sturniolo
| What a prick

viola 🦥
| ehhhh ig... i didn't really mind tho
| it's not really a coupley thing to do anyway so

Matt Sturniolo
| It could be

viola 🦥
| what?

Matt Sturniolo
| Look
| Everyone at Ian's is gonna smoke probably
| Or like 90% of people
| Sooo I could always practice with you so your first time isn't at the party
| If you want ofc
| No pressure 🙏🏼

viola 🦥
| nonono that sounds fun
| yeah
| i'd be down
| only if you want tho
| like you don't have to

Matt Sturniolo
| If I didn't want to I wouldn't have offered

viola 🦥
| oh
| alright

Matt Sturniolo
| Yup
| You free later?

viola 🦥
| uhh yeah i think so

Matt Sturniolo
| Cool
| What abt like rn

viola 🦥
| right now?

Matt Sturniolo
| I mean yeah why not
| I'm not doing anything
| And I'm in the mood to get high so 😁

viola 🦥
| uhh okay sure
| give me like 15 and i'll walk over

Matt Sturniolo
| Alr
| See ya Nebraska

viola 🦥
| cya

violaharlow_ has posted to their story!

♫ . . . novacane, frank ocean
❛ i took a seat on the ice cold lawn
she handed me an ice blue bong, whatever! ❜

𝓘T'S 𝓐ROUND nine pm that viola finally makes her way down the street to matt's house. she's roughly ten minutes later than she said she'd be, and hopes that matt won't mind. she didn't plan on getting ready just to smoke with her neighbor, though it occured to viola as soon as she set down her phone that showing up to the sturniolo's in her rick and morty pyjamas probably wasn't the best idea, so she had to get dressed.

it turns out that picking an outfit to go to your childhood enemy turned fake boyfriend's house to smoke weed for the first time is much harder than it seems, because it genuinely took viola twenty minutes to figure out what to wear. even though it's the evening, it's still far too warm to wear jeans or sweatpants, so that was ruled out immediately. viola considered wearing a simple sundress or denim skirt, before realizing that sitting would be impratical, so she discarded that idea as well. on top of that, she didn't want to matt to think she was dressing up for this, least of all for him, so she was determined to find something that was cute and socially acceptable to wear to your boyfriend's house, while also staying comfortable.

viola finally settled on a black off the shoulder longsleeve and a comfy pair of white cotton shorts, pairing the outfit with her fluffy slipper boots. she expects that matt will make some sort of comment about the shoes, but they're so comfortable that she doesn't even care.

she's now approaching matt's house, walking up the stairs of the porch with a nervous knot in her stomach. she doesn't know if she's anxious about getting high for the first time or to see matt, but either way she needs the nerves to disappear immediately.

blocking the thoughts from her mind, viola rings the doorbell and waits anxiously for somebody to answer it. she gazes down at herself, wondering if her outfit wasn't the right choice after all. maybe his mom or dad will open the door and think she looks dumb, or that her shorts are too short. maybe she should just turn around and go home. she can always tell matt she has a curfew or something, it's not too late...

except it is, because the door suddenly swings open, revealing matt on the other side. he holds the door open about halfway with one hand, while leaning against the doorframe with the other as he gazes down at her. his eyes briefly look her up and down, not judgementally but rather in a way viola can't (and doesn't really want to) understand.

"come in," matt says, and viola is about to respond when it suddenly occurs to her that matt is wearing glasses.

since when does matt wear glasses?

she's too stunned to speak, so viola just nods and quickly walks inside the house, not noticing matt's amused yet confused expression as he closes the door behind them. though realizing she hasn't been in this house since she was around 9 and having a playdate with chris, viola immediately stops in her tracks and turns around to face matt once more. she doesn't know where she's going in here.

his glasses immediately catch her off guard again, and she simply can't fathom that he's wearing them.

"are those blue light glasses?" she blurts out suddenly, unable to contain herself anymore.

matt's eyes widen, and he raises a hand to his face, fingers brushing against the frame lightly. he almost deflates, a short huff of air exiting his mouth.

"um... no," he replies, breaking their eye contact and awkwardly looking at the wall instead. "they're just normal glasses."

"oh, okay," viola shrugs, unfazed. she doesn't know why matt seems so bothered by her seeing him in glasses. "i didn't know you wore glasses," she comments.

matt's gaze meets hers again, his eyes somewhat bigger and doe-like from where they're slightly enlargened by the lenses. "yeah, i can't see shit, unfortunately," he says casually. "they look dumb though, so i only wear them at home."

viola furrows her eyebrows. "they don't look dumb," she counters. he just rolls his eyes.

"i know what i look like, nebraska," is his quick response. she frowns, tilting her head to the side to examine him better.

"they suit you," she tells him, causing matt to raise his eyebrows. he pauses for a moment, mouth slightly agape like he's struggling to find the right words to answer her. it's a strange sight to behold — viola doesn't think she's ever seen matt sturniolo speechless. he's always too smug and cocky for that.

"thanks," he replies then, more quietly than before, then brushing past her towards the stairs. he ascends one, before stopping and turning to her. "you coming?"

viola blinks, realizing he wants to go upstairs. she nods, before following behind him. she keeps her eyes on the ground, not wanting to be nosy and stare at his house, though she is currently filled with curiosity. she wonders where the rest of his family currently home, since it's a little odd that he's home alone when there's four other people that live here, but she doesn't ask. knowing matt, he would probably only give her a vague answer anyway.

they enter a room — matt's room — and viola finally allows herself to look around. she finds bedrooms fascinating, the way a small space can so vividly capture a person and tell you everything you need to know about them without a single word being uttered.

matt's room is half what she expected and half not. it's kind of messy, but in a chaotic way, not a gross one. there's some posters on the wall, including ones of frank ocean and the neighbourhood, much to her surprise. she had no idea they has a similar taste in music. his desk is cluttered with papers and his laptop, and the chair has a few items of clothing folded on it — presumably clean laundry he hasn't put away yet.

she's only ever been in one other guy's room before, and that was julian's. his room was messy and boring, meanwhile matt's room has... well, life. it radiates a calm ambiance that makes her feel immediately comfortable, even though it's the room of the person she's spent her whole life disliking.

on top of all this, good days by sza is echoing throughout the space, the quiet melody coming from matt's phone, which is out on the balcony. viola didn't even notice this at first, but matt's room has a large window door that leads out to a small rectangular balcony outside his room. she peers at it, finding no furniture, but the floor decorated with a large orange blanket and many different pillows to make it comfortable.

matt notices her looking out of the window and walks up to her, stopping right behind her as he too looks out onto the balcony. "i was planning to smoke out here," he says, gesturing to the ashtray and grinder on the blanket. "the weed will stink up my room otherwise, and my mom will kill me."

viola chuckles, nodding as she steps out onto the balcony and sits down. matt follows, sitting down a few feet away from her and picking up his materials. the low thudding of the music coming from matt's phone fills viola's ears as she sits there next to him, watching as he rolls a joint with his eyes squinted. his brown hair has a golden hue in the fading sunlight, and his glasses are sliding down his nose slightly. viola contemplates pushing them back up into place for him, before realizing he'd definitely find that weird and deciding not to.

she plays anxiously with her fingers as they sit in her lap. her short yet intense breakdown over what to wear now seem irrelevant as her gaze drifts over matt in his nike sports shorts and white tee. he doesn't care about his current outfit to such an extent that he didn't even bother removing his glasses or putting in contacts, which he must usually do. she still can't fathom how she's known matt for eleven years and has never once seen him wear glasses before.

matt suddenly looks up at her and she flinches, praying that he didn't catch her staring.

"you okay, nebraska?" he asks. viola rolls her eyes.

"stop calling me that."

matt smirks, returning to the rolling tray on the balcony floor between them. "sorry, nebraska." viola simply sighs, knowing he won't even stop.

"ta-da" he then sings out, holding up the newly rolled joint between his fingers. viola turns her body towards him, looking at it curiously as she takes it from matt's hands and examines it. "it's just a little weed, nebraska," he reminds her. "i'm not trying to kill you," he adds, ducking his head down a little in an attempt to get viola's gaze back on him.

"could've fooled me," she replies with a shrug, extending her arm out to place the joint back in his hands.

matt leans back against the railing of the balcony, relaxing. viola watches as he places the joint between his lips, bringing the lighter up to set the end aflame. he then inhales deeply, opening his mouth a moment later and blowing out a thick cloud of white smoke. he doesn't so much as cough or make a sound as he does so, allowing him to casually take another couple of puffs before handing the joint over to her.

"just suck the smoke in and hold it down here," matt tells her, pointing to the middle of his chest: his lungs. "you'll feel it, but it may burn a little."

viola nods, bringing the joint up to her mouth and doing just as he told her. she inhales, and the burning sensation of the smoke causes her to immediately cough. she practically shoves the joint back over to matt, before reaching for her glass of water. matt just laughs, watching her amusedly as she chugs the water in an attempt to calm the burn in her throat.

"i thought you said you weren't trying to kill me?" she asks, mostly sarcastically. matt shrugs innocently at her.

"you just need to get the hang of it," he replies, handing the joint back to her. viola accepts it, placing it between her lips and trying once again. "don't inhale as much this time, nebraska," matt says, earning him a glare from her, though it only causes him to laugh.

viola's second attempt already feels a lot better, and she follows matt's instructions, letting the air remain in her lungs for a few seconds before blowing it back out. she copies him, taking a couple more hits, each time becoming easier than the last. matt nods approvingly, his expression appearing to be pleased as he takes the joint back from her and places it between his lips.

"are you sure julian never let you smoke?" he questions. "you seem like a natural."

"i think you're just high," viola shrugs.

"that i am," matt chuckles, finally inhaling the smoke. viola watches him carefully, and subconsciously she begins admiring him. she's not sure if it's the weed messing with her mind, or the way that the setting sun cascades a perfect golden glow over his annoyingly perfect features, but she can't deny how pretty he looks right now.

matt's objectively attractive, yes, but not the type of guy viola ever thought she'd admire like this. it's honestly embarrassing how just a few tiny hits of a joint can warp her mind into being mesmerized by his every move. there's just something about him that's different today: the way his lips close delicately around the blunt, the shade of his brown hair in the orange glow of the sky, the black-rimmed glasses that only emphasize how blue his eyes are, and—

yeah, it's definitely the glasses.

liking glasses is something new to viola, but then again, so is finding matt sturniolo attractive. admittedly, the kiss at mickey's has been lingering in her mind since yesterday... but the weed is certainly emphasizing these thoughts. they're messing with her brain, trying to sabotage her into thinking things she shouldn't... and can't.

she just can't find matt attractive because, well, it would just be fucking embarrassing. it would be to lose her dignity, to defy everything she's ever stood for when it comes to him. he was always supposed to be her annoying neighbor that she can't stand — even after they kissed and he became her fake boyfriend.

but then matt's lips curve upwards and in a slightly raspy voice he asks her, "you wan' another hit, nebraska?" and viola discloses that things have officially changed regarding her thoughts on matt. she hates that, but what she hates even more is the way she giggles and nods, taking the joint from him and taking yet another hit.

a lot more weed is going to be necessary for her to be able to process this properly.

the song playing from matt's phone fades into another, and viola smiles as nights like this by the kid laroi echoes through her ears. the melody drifts through the air around them, filling her with a sense of warmth as she exhales the smoke from her lungs.

matt watches her, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as she exhales, her gaze momentarily lost in the haze of smoke that curls and fades into the night air. he tilts his head slightly, studying her with an expression she can't quite place.

"do another," he urges, waiting.

viola hesitates. she already feels it, strongly, her body sinking into the pillows beneath her. she knows she shouldn't. she's good where she is, a comfortable buzz settling over her, but the way matt's looking at her, almost like he's daring her, like he's already predicting that she'll fold, makes something in her chest tighten.

"i think i'm good," she says, shaking her head slightly, even though her fingers twitch at her side.

matt raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. he leans in just a fraction, lowering his voice. "c'mon, nebraska," he teases, his tone both playful and coaxing. "one more won't kill you."

his gaze is too intense, and viola feels herself cracking under the weight of it. the way he's watching her makes her pulse quicken, at that something unspoken in the air between them. she swallows, lips pressing together before she sighs, rolling her eyes.

"fine," she mutters, pulling the joint back up to her lips and inhaling again. matt chuckles, his smirk widening in satisfaction as he watches her do so. the burn of the weed is much softer now, more familiar, and viola exhales through her nose this time before handing the joint back to matt.

he takes one last hit before twisting the tip against the ceramic ashtray, extinguishing it. silence falls between them, the music still playing softly in the background, but neither of them seem to notice it now. viola shifts slightly, stretching her legs out in front of her, her head tipping back against the pillows.

"you're gonna be high as hell." matt comments, amusement evident in his voice. "first time and you're already keeping up with me. i'm impressed."

viola scoffs, eyes fluttering open to find him already watching her. "maybe i'm just naturally good at everything."

matt hums, tilting his head. "or maybe you just don't wanna embarrass yourself in front of me."

she meets his gaze, and something swirls and crackles in her stomach. the usual banter they share suddenly feels heavier, and her mind is blank. the way matt's looking at her — calm but intent, his pupils blown slightly from the weed — makes her heart trip over itself.

she should say something. tease him back. break whatever weird tension has settled between them. but she doesn't.

instead, she just looks at him, eyes trailing from the delicate angles of his face to the way his glasses have slid down his nose again. she wonders if he even realizes how well they suit him, how they make him look softer, a little less like the smug idiot she's known for years and more like someone she could...

no. no, absolutely not.

but then matt's eyes flicker down to her mouth — so quickly that she almost thinks she imagines it — before his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, and viola swears she forgets how to breathe.

he exhales, slow and measured, gaze lingering in a way that makes her entire body feel like it's buzzing. there's a hesitation in the way he shifts slightly closer, his knee brushing against hers, like he's waiting for her to push him away, to roll her eyes and tell him he's being ridiculous.

she doesn't.

her breath is shallow now, her skin warm under the weight of his stare. he tilts his head just a little, eyes dropping to her lips again, and this time she knows she doesn't imagine it. his hand twitches on the fabric between them, fingers flexing like he wants to reach for her but isn't sure if he should. viola's throat feels tight, her thoughts a tangled mess she can't even begin to unravel, because her childhood nemesis, her fake boyfriend, the boy who has spent years driving her absolutely insane — is about to kiss her... or at least that's what she thinks.

and she wants him to... that she knows.

he shifts closer once again, and viola's eyes are just beginning to flutter shut when—

"matt?"

the voice shatters the moment instantly. matt jolts back like he's been burned, his entire body tensing as they both whip their heads toward the door. his mom's voice through the wall, not irritated but firm, and the reality of where they are and what they were about to do slams into viola's chest like a truck.

matt exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "shit."

viola swallows, blinking a few times as if it'll somehow reset her brain. the air between them is still thick, charged with something neither of them seem ready to address, but the moment is gone now, cut clean by the real world pressing in around them again. it'll never happen now, matt's uncomfortable body language making that more than evident.

before she has the chance to say anything, georgina slings open the door, her eyes widening when she spots viola sitting next to matt on the balcony. her eyes drift over the girl first, before moving over and catching a glimpse of the weed grinder and ashtray. she frowns, crossing her arms.

"it's almost ten o'clock at night, why the hell are you two smoki— is that marijuana?" she exclaims, her grating voice laced with disapproval. viola's cheeks burn, her blush from before now heightened with embarrassment.

"mom—"

"matt, you already know i don't like you smoking but there's no need to drag poor viola into it," georgina says exasperatedly, gesturing to the girl. "she looks flustered and upset."

viola dislikes that she's being spoken about by matt's mom as if she's not even there, but even more so, she hates how blatently obvious it is what an effect matt has on her.

"it's fine—" matt attempts to defend himself, but georgina just shakes his head and raises a dismissive hand to silence him. his mouth closes, and viola catches his jaw clench ever so slightly.

"clean this up," georgina orders. "now," she adds, before spinning on her heels and exiting the room, closing the door abruptly behind her. matt sighs, now finally deciding to adjust his glasses. he runs his fingers through his hair, his stressed expression making viola want to run out and never come back.

"i think i should probably go," she then says, letting out a breath. she pushes herself up into a standing position, looking at him as she walks towards the door.

"you don't wanna smoke one more j?" matt asks teasingly, and viola gives him a knowing look.

"isn't your mom gonna kill you?" she replies with a raise of her eyebrow. matt just shrugs.

"i'll risk it to spend a few more minutes with you."

the way her stomach flutters is enough to tell viola that staying would be a very bad idea, and she senses that what could potentially occur would only hurt her feelings in the long run, which is definitely not something she needs after julian crushed her heart. so, she simply shakes her head and heads towards the door.

"night, matt," she says, and opens it. he hesitates, eyes flickering over her one last time. viola shakes her head, before exiting the room.

as she descends the stairs, viola stares at her feet in an attempt to make sense of whatever the hell just happened. the weed might be clouding her mind, but one thing is very, very clear.

she's in trouble.

💌 ⋆✴︎˚。⋆ ━━ ava speaks !

sigh what i would do to get high w glasses!matt

yeah see unlike falling we aren't gonna take five thousand chapters for the characters to realize they want each other 😇😇😇😇 no slowburn for vi and matt sorry not sorry

another shameless reference i cannot be stopped (gallavich are taking over my brain) (smirking at you rox)