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( 007. ) ━━ ❛ they suit you. ❜

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

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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 🦥

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

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♫ . . . 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 fr lightly. he almost deflates, a short huff of air exiting his mouth.

"um... no," he replies, breaking their eye contact and awkwardly looking at ther 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