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I Wish You Love - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Unrequited love at it's finest. Inspired by the song I Wish You Love

A/N: Hey this is my first story ever that I've actually committed to finishing and I'm super nervous to post it but yeah hope you like it 🤗

I wish you bluebirds in the spring

"I'm telling you guys, they'll take over the world!" Nick was in another of his tangents, flopped on the sectional couch. "Birds?" She giggled, glancing at Matt; their legs had been smushed together since Nick sprawled on the couch, leaving no room for them. They sat so close, their pinkies were intertwined.

Matt, the boy whose giggles made her heart flutter, had eyes the shade of blue, reminiscent of the Massachusetts summer sky. He was the boy she knew like the back of her hand, the boy for whom her heart orchestrated a silent scream, a silent want.

"They can fly; who knows what they could do?" Nick yelled, snapping her out of her love-sick daze. Matt leaned down; she could feel his breath on the side of her neck as he parted his lips, "Nick is an idiot; don't pay attention to him. He's been scared of birds since he was five," he whispered. She looked up at the boy with amusement as he gave her a smile, biting his lip to hold in his laughter.

Nick gave them a weird look as he saw the boy and girl snuggled up together in their own little world with their pinkies intertwined. They had their free palms up to their faces, muffling their laughs. He shook his head at the pair, leaving the room.

They didn't even notice until twenty minutes later.

To give your heart a song to sing

It was a late humid summer night. Matt sat in the driver's seat, fixing his gaze on the road. The windows were down, and the air blew her hair everywhere, but Matt liked the windows down, so she didn't say anything.

They were heading to the park to stargaze. She had mentioned how much she loved the stars earlier. They had snuck out of the house without his brothers, with the excuse of how they never get to hang out alone.

"2009" by Mac Miller murmured in the background. Usually, the car was filled with Chris playing his trap music, and the constant giggles from the back were Nick and her coinciding.

But it was just them. Alone. She glanced at Matt, his blue eyes lighting up the dark car. Once in a while, his fingers would comb through his messy brown hair. He looked perfect; his face was scrunched up in concentration, but he hummed to the raspy voice of Mac Miller. His humming made her feel like she was melting right into her seat. She bit her tongue, or else all her feelings would spill out.

She looked away, focusing on the landscape outside, feeling the ache in her chest again.

And then a kiss, but more than this I wish you love

It was senior prom, and Chloe and Alahna sat at her vanity, finishing their last touches as she smoothed out her navy blue dress. It was a tighter fit that showed off the curve of her waist. The sequin detailing danced in the light as she moved. "You guys ready?"

She walked carefully up the stairs to the Sturniolo porch, spotting the three very familiar boyish grins. "YESSSS," Nick was the first to pipe up. The three girls cracked wide smiles, Alahna and Chloe picking up their speed to greet the boys.

But time had stopped for her. Matt, Matthew Bernard Sturniolo, made the earth stop spinning for her. Her heart was practically shredding itself to pieces looking at the boy. He wore a black suit and a light pink button-up undershirt with a black tie. He was so handsome in a way that messy hair and sarcastic grins were.

Chris steps to her first and wraps an arm around her shoulder, breaking her out of her daydream. "Hello, anyone home, or are you too busy admiring lover boy over there?" He jokes, snapping his fingers in front of her face. She turns around to meet the wide grin with a glare. "Shut up, Chris," she says, shoving him off her. He puts his hands up in defeat but still wears his sly smirk.

She walks over to the boy who took a hold of her heart. "Hey, Matty," she smooths out her dress again out of nervous habit. He stares in awe; everybody watches as the boy's cheeks turn a shade of pink, as the girl, oblivious, nervously tugs on her dress. "You- uh- fuck- you look beautiful," he states, putting a sweaty palm on the back of his neck.

"Ok, guys time to take pictures!" Marylou shouts. The girl looks down. "Thanks, Matt, you look good too." She slightly murmurs, that only if you were listening very carefully you could hear.

She stands between Chris and Matt while taking group pictures, laughing loudly as Chris and Matt mutter jokes under their breaths. "Ok, I'll take some individual ones now!" Marylou sings, then scolds Chris to stand in front of a tree.

Stifling laughs could be heard from the background as they all watch the triplets' mother squat down, getting the, so she says, "perfect angles".

Nick goes up to their mother, whispering something in her ear after she's done with pictures. They all start to walk inside until Marylou taps on her shoulder, stopping her tracks. "Oh wait! I want to get some of you and Matt," she winks, ushering her son over. Her face turns slightly pink as Matt grumbles up to her.

"Ok, you two get closer!" She demands, waving her arm in motion to scoot the pair closer. Matt smiles down at her as they take tiny steps closer, slinging an arm around her waist. She silently prayed for him to remove his arm because it felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

After a few pictures of them in the same pose and Marylou making suggestions, she pulls her phone down. "Honey, will you kiss Matt's cheek? It will look so adorable." Matt's face drops into a scowl, glaring at his mom. She feels her face turn hot. "Mom, seriously?" Matt growls. "Yes, seriously; you'll thank me later," his mother putting her hands on her hips, giving him a challenging stare. He pinches his nose, scoffing at his mom's request.

"Come on, Matt, let's just do it, for your mom's sake," She whispers. He grunts, shaking his head. "Ok, I guess so." His mother squeals and brings her phone back up to her face.

She slightly gets on her tiptoes to reach his cheekbone, leaving a kiss on his pale skin. She quickly looks away so no one will see her blush. "Thank you, kids; you'll look at these pictures years later and thank me!" Marylou assures. Matt raises his eyebrows. "What even is that supposed to mean, Mom?"

And in July a lemonade to cool you in some leafy glade

She hid in the kitchen, leaving everyone outside in the sticky hot Massachusetts heat. Her excuse was that she is going to make lemonade, but truly she was hiding from Matt. She couldn't take it anymore; every time she looked at him, it would cause her pain.

His sickly-sweet smiles and the way he remembered small details about her, like her favorite ice cream flavor. It was official: Matthew Sturniolo was going to be the death of her.

She started to get a Kool-Aid packet from her pantry, grabbing the sugar too. She mixed up the powders in the water and tasted it a few times until it was just right. Then, putting tons of ice cubes to make the lemonade cold enough to get a brain freeze.

She walked out with red plastic cups for everyone and the pitcher of lemonade. "Yes, finally!" Chris cheered, making grabbing hands at her. She raises a brow. "Uh no, wait your turn, Christopher," she scoffs, already filling up Matt's cup.

He grumbles like a kid. "That's not fair." Chris sighs. "Just because Matt's your favorite doesn't mean he gets everything first." She turns to Chris, glaring at him furiously. Oh no, he crossed her wrath.

"Christopher Owen Sturniolo," she whispered yelled. His pupils widened at his full name statement, but he wasn't going to back down. "What, it's true, isn't it, guys?" He asked. As much as it was true, nobody said anything; they knew she was ruthless when she was mad.

It was her way of showing her unrequited love to him. She might not say it, but she does little actions that people give knowing looks for. Ordering for him when he's nervous, even though she is too, or gifting him little things that reminded her of him.

Matt chuckled, "it's ok, she knows she's my favorite too," glancing up to her with admiration as she glares at his brother. It made her melt into putty as those words escaped his lips. She smiles at her best friends, giving him the most pleading eyes ever.

Please love me, please.

I wish you health and more than wealth

Matt didn't show up at school today; Nick said he was sick. She had worried about him all day, hoping he was ok and ready to come to school tomorrow.

As soon as the school bell rang, she skipped to her car. She was going to make soup for him.

She enjoyed cooking and baking; she always made her friends cookies or little snacks. Nick, Chris, and Matt asked her to do a blindfolded baking challenge for their channel. Let's just say it was the best-tasting thing they had yet.

She diced up some vegetables and had leftover chicken from last night's dinner. Once she was done, she put it in a thermos and dashed right out of the house.

Knocking on the door, she was greeted with a stuffy, hoarse Matt Sturniolo. He was wrapped in a fluffy blanket and gave her a weak smile. "Hey, Matt," she greeted, "um- I made you soup." She shyly says, holding up the thermos now feeling embarrassed.

His smile widened, "I would hug you, but I don't want you to get sick." She chuckles and places the soup down, leaping into his arms anyway. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me," she jokes.

Turns out she does get sick.

I wish you love

My breaking heart and I agree

That you and I could never be

So, with my best, my very best

I set you free

I wish you shelter from the storm

"Matt, can you please get my bag? It's in the mini-van," she sighs, looking up at him from the other side of the couch. He groans, throwing his head back. "Please, Matty," she says, dragging out the 'e' and batting her lashes.

"Fine," he mutters, getting off the couch. She squeals as she watches Matt drag his feet to the door. As he opens the door, he lets out another groan as it's raining out. He looks back at her with his eyebrows raised. "You really expect me to go out in the rain for your fucking bag?" She pouts her lip, giving him a pleading look. He sighs. "Fine. But I better have a towel after I get soaked for running in the rain."

She pushes him forward to the door where it was pouring rain. He looks back, glaring at her, and then he runs out the door. She snickers watching the boy sprint to the car and searches for her bag. She could hear him loudly cursing as he tries to find the bag, eventually getting into the car.

Once he finally finds it, he comes dashing to the door with his whole body wet. His hair was stringy now instead of fluffy, and water dripped from his eyelashes. A subtle squeak would come from his shoe as he stepped into the abode. "You're dead," he grunts, chasing after her. She jumps, running away, and laughs at the boy with his arms out.

They run around the kitchen, the living room, up the stairs, down the stairs, and she gets to her bedroom. She halts at her closet, opening the door quickly before Matt has time to get her.

But she feels a presence behind her. "Too late, sweetheart." She feels a grab upon her waist, and he picks her up, hugging her, also making her damp too. "MATT!" she giggles as he twirls her around.

A cozy fire to keep you warm

The sound of crackling of the fire and discrete giggles filled her backyard. Everyone was gathered up by the firepit, holding up their sticks in the slightly above the fire. Matt and her were sat right next to eachother, their whole legs were touching and Matt had a arm slung around her shoulder. Her heart felt as it was about to burst. Why would he touch her like this, like something you would do with a girlfriend?

She focused on her marshmallow instead of the blue-eyed boy next to her. She could feel his glaze burning into the side of her head. Once her marshmallow was perfect and ready to eat, she snapped her head to the boy. He had a wide smile on his face and his eyes flicked all around her face. "What?" She whispered, sounding like she was almost out of breath. His eyes looked down at her lips then back to her eyes "you're my best friend, you know that right?"

She sighs, rolling her eyes, "of course I do Matt, your mine too." His smile beamed as he let out a giggle, snuggling her closer into him. What was that?

But most of all, when snowflakes fall

I wish you love

Nick and her sat at the window in awe of the white flakes of snow. The windows felt cold to touch as they practically smushed their noses against the glass, reminiscent of two kids looking inside a toy store.

Then the minivan showed up in the driveway as they looked outside. Matt lunged out of the car, practically bolting to the other side. He opened the door for a girl. A prominent frown crossed her face as she saw the sight. It was Samantha, the girl he had been babbling about for the past month, and they were holding hands. The pair giggled and stared up at the snow. While Samantha was looking up at the sky, Matt was looking at her. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl ever.

She felt a stab in her heart. Of course, this would happen. Did she really think Matt could see her as anything else but a best friend? Tears started forming in her eyes as she looked away from the painful sight.

"You know you should tell him," Nick spoke up. She only shook her head in disagreement. Nick's mouth turned into a thin line as he never wanted to see his one of his best friends in pain. "I can't do that, Nick. It would ruin it all," she croaked out. Nick sighed, looking at her starting to pick at her nails. "No, it wouldn't. You know that you're the most important thing to him."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Nick, please. As long as he's happy, that's all I care about." Nick started pacing around, making frustrated mutters. "No, no, no, this isn't how it's supposed to be, and you know it. It should be you and him!" He yelled, "that's all I've ever known!"

Tears fell from her eyes. "Nick, he is not mine, he never was," she sobbed, "it's my fault. I knew he was never going to love me like I wanted him to, but I still found myself falling for him. And now, watching him with her, it's like all these unspoken words are killing me."

Now she could set him free, let him chase the happiness he found with someone else, even though it hurts like hell. In the cold of the snowfall, with the warmth of the fire behind her, she accepts the bitter truth and wishes him love, even if it's not with her.

I wish you love, love

Love, love