THREE WEEKS had passed since Morgan and Matthew's kiss and Morgan had been avoiding the boy at all costs. Especially after his comment after the kiss.

"You've gotta talk to him, Moe," Chris sighed as he lay on the girl's bed, watching lazily as she sewed the final parts of her dress together.

"Why should I?"

Christopher rolled his eyes at her stubbornness. The last thing he wanted was for him and Morgan to argue and for her to start avoiding him too.

"Morgan, he seems really down. What even happened?" He softly asked. The boy had decided to stay quiet for a while until he felt like he needed to speak up.

The March girl sighed, lifting the foot of the sewing machine up to rotate the fabric. She spun around on her chair to face Chris, who was now laying on his stomach with his head resting on Morgan's pillow.

"We kissed," Morgan mumbled, catching Chris off guard. The boy let out a girly scream before covering his mouth.

"You're lying!"

Morgan shook her head, a small smile forming on her face at how excited Chris was.

"Then he said, and I quote, 'promise me nothing will sprout from this just yet,' like, what?" Morgan grumbled, doing her best impression of Matt's voice.

"You should know he didn't mean that," Chris sighed.

"You can never say something you don't mean without meaning it. Even if it's just a little bit."

Chris nodded in defeat. Morgan was right, hell, she was almost always right when it came to advice, or just debating things in general.

As the boy stayed silent, she turned back around to sew the finish touches to the dress. During those three weeks of avoiding Matt, Nick and Chris would always come to Morgan's and give their opinions on the dress so far and just hang out with her.

There was one time Matt invited himself along, it wasn't too bad, minus the tension, though Morgan still did not utter one word to the boy. Unless you count, "bye.".

"He misses you," Chris states loudly, unable to hear his own thoughts because of the speed the machine was going at.

"Okay!" Morgan called over the noise.

Christopher rolled his eyes, watching as she swiftly manoeuvred the fabric past the fine needle.

"Et voila!" Morgan exclaimed as she held the finished dress up. Chris's eyes widened, not specifically at the dress, at how incredibly well Morgan had sewn the dress.

"Holy shit, Morgan," he breathed, walking over to take the dress from her outstretched hands.

The boy held it to his body and walked over to Morgan's full-length mirror, moving around to make it sway. Morgan played along with his joke and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"How do I look," Chris shyly said, almost breaking character.

"Mindboggling," Morgan wheezed and fell to the floor at Chris's face.

"I'm breaking up with you!" Chris huffed, still in a high-pitched voice.

Morgan gasped dramatically, standing up straight and grabbing the boy's hands. She sarcastically gazed into his eyes.

"Please don't! I— I love you!"

"I know," Chris grinned, breaking his character.

He placed the dress on the hanger that hung from Morgan's closet. The two flopped onto her bed on their backs.

"In the words of Taylor Swift, 'fuck the patriarchy'," Morgan sighed.

"Agreed."

The pair lay in silence, gazing at the one glow-in-the-dark-star Morgan could never take off her ceiling. By now it was a historical item in the girl's room.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Nick's loud voice spoke from the door.

Morgan and Chris's heads shot up, seeing the other two triplets standing at Morgan's bedroom door.

"Looking at the ceiling?" Chris stated matter-of-factly.

Nick rolled his eyes, not bothered to put up with his younger brother's drama and shoved Matt, before him, into the room.

"Hey, Chris? Mom wanted us to go run some errands, remember?" Nick spoke. Morgan raised her eyebrows at how tense the 'remember?' sounded but turned to glance at Chris.

"No, she— ohh! Those errands, haha! Silly me! Well, I guess Nick and I are off. See you two later, bye!"

The pair bolted out of Morgan's room, closing the door behind them. Morgan rolled her eyes, it was obvious, even to the blind eye, about what they were doing.

The March girl sat up on her bed, legs crossed and a cushion on her lap while Matthew stood awkwardly by her bookshelves.

"You can have a seat, y'know?"

"Oh, um yeah! I was just... looking at the books," Matt lied.

He did not know he could have a seat which is practically why he was standing there like an idiot.

"Did you make this?" Matthew asked in shock as he looked at the hot pink tulle gown.

"Mhm," Morgan nodded, lips in a thin line.

Matt laughed in awe as he walked over to the dress, examining it with full interest.

"God, you're talented," he smiled softly.

Morgan felt her cheeks heat up but brushed off the compliment. She fiddled with her locket, unsure of what to say. She had no clue where she currently stood with Matt.

"Morgan—"

"Matt—"

The two started at the same time, each of them widening their eyes at each other.

"You go first," Morgan nervously chuckled.

"No, it's fine. You go," Matt smiled awkwardly.

Morgan pursed her lips, inhaling a large breath. She had been thinking about what to say for days now, and today was her chance.

"I know how when we kissed you asked for nothing to 'sprout' from it but Matt, I really like you and I can't just go around pretending like nothing ever happened. If you don't want to be with me, then say it because otherwise, I'm going to sit here looking dumb until you truthfully tell me how you feel."

The girl stopped for a breath, glancing up at Matt's glassy eyes. The Sturniolo boy blinked quickly, trying to hide the tears threatening to spill.

"But if you do want to be something, then I can promise you that I won't ever dare to hurt you. You're one of my best friends Matt and I would hate for our friendship to be ruined over a small kiss! I know that if we do this, one of us will end up being hurt in the end because, hey, we're only seventeen and eighteen, but I will try my hardest to make sure I'm the one who ends up getting hurt the worst."

Matt couldn't help but let a tear fall out of his eye at how raw Morgan was being with him. He always admired how she would tell the truth, even if it sometimes stung her a little.

He took a few strides over to where Morgan sat on her bed, staring at her hands that rested on a cushion. Matt lifted her chin up with his thumb, laughing through his teary eyes before smashing their lips together.

"I adore you, Morgan March," he breathed. Morgan blushed under his gaze, hugging him tightly in case he changed his mind.

"So, what does that make us?"

"That depends," he began, feeling bad at seeing the girl's face drop. "If you'll be my girlfriend?" He nervously ran a hand through his hair.

"I know I didn't have a whole speech prepared but I really, really like you Morgan and if you don't want to that's—" He began to ramble, only to be cut off by Morgan's lips on his.

"I'll see you at mine at seven? Sleepover with Nick and Chris?" Matt smiled, their foreheads touching.

"Yeah," Morgan sighed.

Morgan felt like she was on top of the world.

"Bye, gorgeous," Matt kissed her cheek before leaving Morgan awestruck on her bed.

Morgan was so happy she had to pinch herself just to make sure it wasn't a dream. She touched her hands to her lips, her eyes still wide in shock and excitement.

"No fucking way."

( 💌 ) MAL SPEAKS,

OH EM GEE!!!! they finally
opened their eyes, yayy!

i hope you're all in a better
mood with me after the 
last chapter LMFAO. i
literally speed wrote this
so nobody would yell 
at me anymore.

i love and appreciate you
all & happy international
women's day to my girlies!!
also matt's ig story about
today, AAAHHHHH. 

anywho, have a wonderful
rest of your day. stay hydrated
and keep slaying baes!! ily.

xoxo, mal :)