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summer (part 3/3)

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

summery: Summer camp has always been your favourite thing, but as you enter you last year at the camp, as a councillor, you meet someone that changes everything.

warnings: smut!! also gut wrenching angst yall idk

i’m so sad this story is coming to an end :((

pt1 pt2

love, sienna <3

the past few days have been nothing short of amazing. it’s not like you to have so much hope for the future, but Matt changed everything.

every perception you had of love finally feels real. it feels like a chance for your life to finally be a movie, and this time your not a supporting character.

if you hadn’t known him for six days you’d say you’re in love, but that’s extremely soon—the two of you never even made anything official.

on one of your late night adventures you had brought up what happens after camp, when life goes back to being real.

immediately you were expecting to prepare for heartbreak, that he’d say something along the lines of you just being a summer fling and nothing more.

but Matt’s not like that, he constantly surprises you with how good of a human being he is.

there’s not much he can do with you in public other than stolen glances and mentions of inside jokes, but in private?

let’s just saw Matthew Sturniolo is a real romantic.

he always knows what to say to make you feel better if you get in your head, which happens embarrassingly often.

somehow he’s gotten your love language down to a tee, always saying the right things to get you flustered and always providing a comforting touch when needed.

you know that at the end of the day you can see him, you can cuddle in a hammock and rant about everything and anything.

it’s too soon to say (you know this) but he feels like your person. in a way that you never expected to find, especially not this soon.

there was a plan set in place. the two of you would keep touch while you go to school in boston and he gets a job with his uncle at an automobile shop fixing up old bikes.

yeah he’s also a biker, and all that information did was make you more into him, though he was scared shitless to tell you.

as much as you loved summer camp, you finally had a reason to be excited to go back home.

the two of you have established an insane amount of trust in six days—you’ve told him things about yourself that you’ve never told another soul, and he did the same to you.

it all feels so easy, but that’s because it is.

the relationship you two share (whatever it is) is simple. it never feels like you have to put in any effort to be a better version of yourself because he has told you countless times that you are enough.

and for once in your life, you began to believe it.

this leaves you to your last night with him at camp, the last night before the bus picks everyone up at three the next day.

the two of you are doing what you’ve been doing for the past week, laying in a hammock and speaking for the sake of hearing each others voice.

you lay comfortably on top of him, low enough that he can rest his chin on the top of your head. it’s the coldest night yet, a reminder that summer is coming to an end soon, but you’re still wearing flowy shorts and a hoodie that you drown in, attempting to savour summer while you can.

Matt’s wearing a dark green t-shirt and black sweats, in honour of it being the last day he’s given up on hiding his tattoos—that is more than okay with you because you love seeing as much of him as possible.

to you, he’s perfect in every way.

his long hands rest on your bare thighs as you speak, his thumb rubbing small circles on your inner thigh. you ignore how it makes you feel because to be honest you aren’t entirely sure what the feeling is. you were a virgin in every meaning of the word—this is all to say that you liked his hand placement, maybe more than you’d admit to anyone.

“what’s your favourite animal?” he asks, hands still gently caressing you as he speaks.

you furrow your eyebrows at the question, considering the two of you just had a long talk about mental health, it seems incredibly random. “what?”

he chuckles slightly, as if he was expecting that reaction from you. “i feel like we’ve told each other all the deep shit but i wanna learn the little fun facts about you”

your heart melts. again. he was a way of doing that to you. “i think my favourite animal is probably a beluga whale. they just look so happy all the time and i used to stay up at night when i was younger and watch literal whale documentaries”

it’s clear he can’t control the laugh that escapes his mouth at your answer so you slap his hand because it’s really the only part of him you have access to in this position. “fuck-“ he’s cut off by his own laughter once more, this time your laughing slightly too. “i just was expecting like a cat or something, not a very specific type of whale.”

“what’s yours then Matthew? a dog?” his breathing stops immediately which is easy to feel because his lungs are practically pressed up against you, causing you to be a walking lie detector test. “no fucking way you were making fun of me for mine when yours is a literal dog”

he gasps dramatically. “what’s wrong with dogs? what have they ever done to you?”

you smile cheesily. “i’m not a dog hater, just saying out of all the animals out there, they may not be the coolest animal.” it’s silent for a moment until you interrupt it to speak again. “do you have a dog back home?” you don’t know much about his home life, but it’s not something he loves to bring up.

“i do, his names Trevor he’s my man” somehow your smile grows. “when i was like twelve i taught him how to give me high-fives and now he’s pro”

“i need to meet him i’ll become his best friend” you say without thinking, you do love befriending dogs after all.

but Matt gasps behind you again. “are you trying to steal my dog from me?”

you roll your eyes, not that the boy above you can see. “you might be the sassiest man i’ve ever met”

“take that back right now” he jokingly squeezes your thigh, freezing in place in preparation for you to say what he’s expecting.

what he’s not expecting though?

the slight moan that somehow escapes your mouth. “fuck” you breath out before slapping your hand over your mouth.

you freeze because.

what the actual fuck just happened.

you know Matt won’t make fun of you, or at least it would be unlike him to, but that doesn’t make it less awkward. you can hear him gulp above you, great! this is just great.

you try your best to muster up an apology “sorry i don’t uh-“ what are you even meant to say when that happens? sorry you squeezing my thighs made me horny? that’s definitely not the route you were planning on taking.

“you want my hands?” he mumbled above you and you’re so incredibly unsure how to respond.

you’re stomach is filled with almost every emotion imaginable, fear, excitement, anxiety, lust. it’s all so confusing but clearly you take too long to respond because he talks again—this time returning to rubbing those small, teasing, circles on your thighs.

“i can make you feel good you just have to ask” you can’t have this conversation without looking at him, it’s too confusing to grasp what’s serious and what’s not.

so you look up to him, flipping your body slightly so your torso is twisted towards him. “i’ve never done anything, like ever in any capacity” you can tell your about to ramble and get your unable to stop yourself. “i mean making out with you was the furtherest i’ve ever gotten to-” you shake your head “you get the point”

he smiles, not a judging smile, not an empathetic smile, a new one. and you liked it. “do you want to do something? i don’t want to pressure you into anything your not comfortable with, we can pretend this conversation never happened”

you trust Matt, his reaction to this whole dumb situation only further proves that. “i think i maybe wanna try… try something i mean, i don’t plan on losing my virginity in this hammock no offence” you place your hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, the position you are currently in is definitely not comfortable.

“i want whatever you want” his response is simple but still makes you woozy.

it’s awkward to explain what you want, so you kiss him, because that’s the easiest thing for you, and you really like kissing him.

he immediately kisses back and moves his hands to your sides making you pull off out of shock.

but you know what the boys about to say when he drops his hands. “no Matt i liked it”

you pick his hands up and place them back on yourself, leaning back into the kiss. for a moment you do just that, you kiss. your body still wants more and you grow sick of fighting with it. “you’re comfortable with whatever yeah?” you ask the moment you pull off the boy again, in a way it’s easier if you take the lead, to avoid anything happening out of your comfort zone.

Matt just nods, about to speak when you take his hands on your sides and guide them to your chest. you breathe out in pleasure, the smallest touch already making you feel insane. he squeezes gently through your hoodie, reaching in to kiss you again.

the kiss is more intimate this time, but you physically cannot stay in your current position any longer, simply because you are not a contortionist. so you lay back in your original spot, Matt’s hands still making the same small circles he made earlier, now on your clothes nipples as opposed to your thigh.

you fight the urge to moan out, mostly because it’s embarrassing how touch starved you are, but also because if someone heard you you would simply jump into the lake and drown.

he seems content with his hands there, and as good as it feels you want more. “Matt” you say quietly, lowering his hands to your lower stomach, you start shifting up slightly so that you are in reach of his hands.

“have you had an orgasam before?”

“Matt!” you whisper yell at the boy, dumbfounded by the question.

“well sorry but i think it’s relevant to know by now, you might already know what you like or don’t like and i want you to enjoy this” it’s insane how he can be so sweet even in a setting such as this.

you sigh, he is right, but that doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. “no..”

his fingers toy with the strings on your shorts as he speaks. “that’s okay i’m not gonna judge you, i’ll just go slow then yeah?” you nod. “and if you don’t like something you need to tell me, i won’t be mad. you deserve to feel good”

“okay, i trust you” the boy could melt at that sentence alone but remains composed, his hands now trailing lower—slowly making there way to the spot on your body that is literally throbbing. “please Matt”

that sentence was enough for his fingers to make contact, applying a gentle pressure to your clit through your shorts. you can’t even hold back the whimper that escapes your lips. “feels good yeah?” his fingers revert back to those same circles, the amount of pressure he’s placing is intoxicating.

he uses his whole hand to fully cup you, fingers feeling your entrance through your favourite shorts that are now…soaked. “your body’s telling me you like it but i want you to tell me”

“fuck i like it, i want more” you breath out.

you can hear him chuckle behind you at your neediness, but ultimately he lifts his hand and begins slowly moving his fingers into your shorts. at this point your frustrated, you have never been an overly sexual person but something about Matt has you feral, and he’s sitting here and teasing you. “Matt i swear to god if you don’t stick your fingers inside of me i’m gonna do it myself” he breaths out another laugh.

“okay baby i’ll stop teasing” he kisses the top of your head as his hand makes its way into your underwear. “i’m not giving in that easily next time” this catches you off guard, but it is fair to assume there will be a next time, eventually.

he teases your bare clit slightly as his fingers reach for the wetness pooled up to spread over your folds—now you’re moaning for real.

he brings his left hand to your mouth, gently covering it with his index finger. “shh” it’s ironic he’s saying that because his right fingers have focused back onto your puffy clit and you’re literally squirming under his touch.

Amara never talked about it feeling this good.

he continues his circles on your clit and you’re a whimpering mess, your body bucking up for more. “baby don’t do that”

at first you were confused as to why he said that, that is until you fully felt him beneath you, and all of a sudden it makes sense why he’d want you still.

you just made the poor boy hard and now your shifting your body directly on top of him.

“how do you feel right now? still good?” he whispers practically directly in your ear, and somehow even though he was only talking, it made every movement of his fingers feel better.

“keep talking” you breath out, you didn’t realize it could feel so good without anything inside of you but here you are.

he furrows his eyebrows. “what?”

this kid literally makes you spell everything out for him. “i like your voice, keep talking”

he chuckles again from above you, and if you weren’t in such a vulnerable position you’d slap him. “you still want my fingers inside of you?” his pressure on your clit increases, along with the speed of his circles—it’s as if he’s doing purposely to make speaking coherent sentences difficult for you.

with his hand gone from your mouth you bring your own up to your lips to muffle the moans escaping you. taking a moment to compose yourself while his speed remains the same. “mm please”

he starts with one finger , thumb now taking over on your clit—thank god for that because one finger already fills you up. you’re just confused where the pleasure is supposed to come from this, in the smut you read they don’t really specify when it’s supposed to-fuck. the pleasure definitely comes from the curling of his fingers, definitely.

Matt speaks again, and thank god he does because his voice literally makes you wet. “keep your hand on your mouth baby”

you’re gone. absolutely spent. normally, you’d question him, but all you want right now is to chase your pleasure, so you oblige. “you want another finger?” you nod, unable to speak without whimpering mid sentence. the second finger is definitely an adjustment, but one your grateful for because the feeling of two fingers hitting you g-spot simultaneously is so-

his left hand snakes up your shirt while the speed of his fingers curling has you moaning into your hand. you definitely didn’t wear a nice bra, you don’t own any because before you met Matt you had no reason to. but it’s hard to not focus on that as his hand slides under your sports bra, fingers brushing over your perked up nipple.

between his thumbs pressure on your sensitive clit, his long fingers curling into you at a dangerous pace and his fingers placing delicate touches to your nipple—it literally feels like heaven.

“Matt i-“ you cant even finish your sentence, overcome by pleasure again.

“yeah feels so good huh? you like the way my fingers make you feel?” you stay silent underneath him as he talks, you think you’re close but have no real way of knowing that. “you’re so perfect for me”

somehow, that’s what send you.

he picks up his pace as your stomach clenches and your legs squeeze together—it’s like you have no control over your own body in this moment.

the pressure your own hand has to place on top of your lips to avoid any noise escaping is crazy and you’re sure it’s not a pretty sight—Matt would beg to differ. “there you go just like that pretty girl, all over my fingers”

he slows down now, taking his hand out from inside of you and spreading your release over your clit. you can’t help but shiver under his touch, and you’re sure if you could see him right now he’d be wearing a proud smirk as he licks his fingers clean.

“that was way better than i expected holy shit” you giggle softly underneath him.

his heart could melt at that laugh—if that was the only laugh he could hear for the rest of his life he’d be more than happy. “you had bad expectations for me or what?” he jokes.

“fuck off i was complimenting you. maybe you didn’t deserve it” you respond, rolling your eyes yet again.

his response is to pull you up so your face is next to him. the tension that forms immediately is crazy, both of you remaining eye contact while you catch your breath. it’s clear he has something on his mind but you aren’t sure what. “Matt”

“y/n” he smiles slightly, as if saying your name was enough to bring him joy.

you sigh. “what are you thinking about right now?”

if he was being entirely honest he’d say he’s falling for you, but he can’t be the first to admit it, especially not after 6 days of meeting you. “i just don’t wanna leave you” you frown slightly, not because it’s a sad sentence but because of how much you needed to hear that. “i wish we could stay here forever, just like this” his hand finds your own, toying with your fingers as he speaks.

“just because camps over doesn’t mean we’re over, you know that right?” you bite your lip, waiting for a response from the fluffy haired boy.

except you don’t get a response right away and you’re met with more silence as you see the thoughts course through his head. “Matthew”

“will you be my girlfriend?” he looks so incredibly nervous although to you the answer is obvious.

an uncontrollable grin forms on your face before you can even answer the anxious boy. “yes obviously i will be your girlfriend” you kiss him before he can even reply, cupping his face with your hands because you’ll never be close enough to him.

he pulls back with a smile on his face. “i was scared”

“you are just a goof” you bring your hands up to toy with his hair. “we do need to go back though”

he frowns dramatically “nooooo” his head dips to your chest, hiding his face.

“cmon tough guy we’ll see each other tomorrow” you giggle.

“it won’t be like this though” he groans when you give a him a look of annoyance. “okay fine you go ahead without me i’ll come soon.”

you furrow your eyebrows at the boy “why can’t we go together?”

embarrassment encases his face. “can’t really walk into a cabin full of kids with a tent in my pants”

you’re confused at first, until your eyes trail down and- he is not wrong. “you sure you don’t want my help?”

he laughs. “you have done more than enough pretty girl, go be a good camp councillor i’ll be fine”

pretty girl.

you were really okay with that nickname replacing your old one.

after a moment of silence, you kiss him one more time, savouring the taste of his lips on your own, the way his mouth encapsulates yours. “goodnight”

he smiles. “goodnight baby i’ll see you tomorrow”

_______________________________________________

you didn’t need your alarm to wake you up this morning, instead you had a bunch of nine year old girls who are excited to see their parents to do that for you.

as thrilled as they all are, you can’t help but feel a pit in your stomach.

camp is over.

you just finished your last year and you are never coming back. no more helping kids tie their shoes and apply sunscreen. no more sneaking out at night to hangout with Matt and telling him everything.

it’s over, this is the final day and after this you’ll become a full time college student working towards a degree.

soon you’ll be struggling with managing your time, barely having enough money for meals and going out with Matt any chance you get.

the pit in your stomach only increases when you make eye contact with Amara at breakfast.

the two of you haven’t spoken since the night you fought and honestly, you missed her.

it’s so easy to focus on the negatives of a person that it clouds all the incredible positives they provide.

she was your rock. she knows almost everything about you and she’s been with you through everything.

without her you wouldn’t have meals brought to your room after your mom passed, and you wouldn’t of known how to kiss. she was your sister, and right now you feel like a stranger to her.

breakfast wraps up and leaves the kids to pack.

it’s all hectic and overwhelming, trying to re-roll sleeping bags and look for lost items.

another camp councillor offers to help and you take that as you chance to “go to the bathroom” but instead you were going to make things right with your best friend.

you knew you weren’t entirely in the right, you had kind of blown up on Amara when in reality she couldn’t have known what was happening in your life. maybe she didn’t ask, but you also didn’t tell her, and to the two of you, that’s just as bad.

so you make your way to the vicinity of her cabin to see her campers all playing on the iconic camp swing while she kicks dirt.

you’ve never seen someone as amazing as Amara look so incredibly lonely. “hey” you muster up the courage to speak to her. it’s uncomfortable but you can tell you both need it.

“hi” she sighs, and to be honest it’s hard to tell if it’s a sigh of empathy towards you are just general sadness for the situation at hand.

“can we talk? in your cabin maybe?” she nods in response, tight lipped as you make your way over to the log building.

the walk is short but hopeful. when you arrive at her cabin you each take a seat on a bunk bed, sitting alongside each other as you gather your thoughts.

“i’m sorry that-“

“i never meant to-“

the two of you speak at the same time but she motions at you. “you go first”

why was this so hard?

“i’m sorry for snapping at you. i got so insanely immaturely jealous of you and so sick of you turning down every boy and it was stupid and childish and-“ you breathe out as you are interrupted.

“i like girls” she has a look of terror in her eyes as she speaks.

after a short moment of silence you speak “you what?”

“i spent so much time trying to appease the male gaze and i was always so confused why it was never fulfilling when i got with a guy, and why i was turned off so quickly you know?” you nod, waiting eagerly for her to continue. “i think i’ve always liked girls i just didn’t have it figured out until a few months ago. and part of me was so mad at myself that i just thought i could repress it and keep getting with guys and if i find the right guy then maybe it won’t be so difficult but then i found the right girl.” you smile.

you grab her hands as a smile now forms on her face as well. “well what’s she like?”

she lets out a deep breath, like a massive weight has just been lifted off her shoulder. “she’s confident and she’s beautiful and she’s so incredibly kind, more kind then i could ever be. and she always smells like vanilla, not musky cologne but vanilla.”

“Amara i’m so happy for you. you never have to hide anything from me ever i love you so much and i always want what’s best for you. it’s part of why i was so annoyed at your lack of commitment to some great boys because i just wanted you to be happy and loved. but now you will be and that means the world to me”

“so you’re cool with it yeah?” she asks, moving her eyes from off the floor.

“i love you Amara. i love whatever you throw at me and anything that makes you you, i’m in full support”

the two of you fight the urge to cry, well you fight the urge better than her but when she pulls you into a hug you’re both a crying mess.

after a while you both pull back and wipe the tears that just streamed down your red cheeks. “so” she sniffles. “what’s going on with you and that Matt boy?”

“Amara don’t judge him” you roll your eyes.

“i’m sorry he’s just not my type what can i say?” she giggles. “but for real, are you guys a thing?”

you smile like a kid. you had been so excited to tell Amara everything and it’s been killing you that you haven’t been able to gush over your boy.

“he might be my boyfriend” you cover your face with you hands, a smile forming on your face and she playfully smacks your arm.

“no fucking way! how did that even happen? i want every single detail”

and so she gets just that.

how the two of you met. the tension filled eye contact that turned into long talks in the hammock. how you felt kissing him for the first time. your experience last night in said hammock. how much he understands you.

everything. and she is more than happy for you.

“i just can’t believe you were fingered in a hammock. like that’s crazier than some of the shit that i’ve done. i don’t know if i’m proud or disappointed”

“both?”

“he sounds really amazing. i’m happy you found someone that you get to experience that kind of stuff with, out of anyone you deserved it” she squeezes your hands.

this is exactly what you needed and you finally feel whole again. “i missed you”

“trust me i missed you more y/n. let’s get ready to go home yeah?” she stands up off the bunk bed, motioning for you to stand up with her.

“yeah” you use her hand to help you up as the two of you exit the cabin with bright smiles and a new sense of hope.

it’s all okay again.

_______________________________________________

parents begin showing up and one by one the amount of kids left at camp lessens.

you also see Matt again and you couldn’t be more happy. he was finally properly introduced to Amara and although they jokingly hate each other you can tell they get along and that just fills your heart.

“Matt did y/n not tell you about what happened in grade six? it was character development at its finest” Amara giggles. the three of you are waiting at the dock for the bus and Matt’s parents to arrive.

its a cloudy day, slight mist coming from the sky as the wind gently blows the leaves on the trees surrounding you.

he laughs. “she absolutely did not i need to-“ Matt’s phone begins ringing and he reaches for his pocket before checking the name. “sorry one second i gotta take this”

his demeanour is different now, more heightened as he walks off to answer the call.

“y/n the bus is here” Amara points at the dirt road with a big yellow school bus driving into camp.

you don’t want to leave without a proper “see you later” to Matt.

“just wait up for me i’ll be there in a sec!” you smile as she walks off, your feet dangling from the dock happily while you wait for your boyfriend to come back.

it’s peaceful like this. the occasional fish jumping in and out of the water, the birds chirping in the distance.

it begins to rain slightly but you don’t care. rain has always been something you enjoyed. whether it’s the smell or the rainbow that shows up after, you’re in love with it.

it’s unfortunate that you have to say bye to the boy, but the moment the two of you got your phones back you placed one another’s numbers in there so that you don’t have to wait till you see each other again to speak.

never in a million years did you think you’d meet someone like Matt. someone as caring and considerate, someone as mature and goofy.

he was yours and you were his and that would always be enough for you.

you hear footsteps approaching in the distance so you stand up on the dock as Matt makes his way over.

the rains more heavy at this point but you care more about the boy in front of you than the weather.

immediately you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, but he doesn’t kiss back, his lips remaining stagnant.

instead he looks at you with a look of pure hopelessness on his face while he bites his lip. your eyebrows furrow and you pull away completely. “Matt what happened?”

he squeezes his eyes shut as if he’s unable to face the situation at hand. his lip quivering as he speaks.

“my parents are sending me to military school”

oh.

none of this makes sense. he chose camp. he had a choice and he decided against getting sent away. he’s almost eighteen i mean can they really do that?

a tear rolls down his cheek and suddenly it all feels so real. the pit in your stomach is back.

“how can they do that? you’re almost eighteen Matt” he shakes his head, using his finger tips to massage his temples.

“it’s uh” he struggles to get the words out. “it’s a program for young criminals that the government sets up. my parents spoke with the system and after they found more dirt on me they decided it was for the best”

you shake your head aggressively. as if you’ll be able to shake away whatever the fuck is going on. “they can’t do that. they can’t take you from me, this isn’t”you’re own tears well up now as you take a deep breath. “Matt”

he pulls you into him. his hands holding your head as you cry into his sweater. “i’m so sorry. i’m sorry i’m a fuck up, im sorry i’m putting you through this, i’m sorry that i fell in love with you”

the love word.

it’s a word that’s thrown around a lot now. sure, everyone knows it has meaning, but hearing it from Matt’s mouth? you’re heart just broke.

your heart broke at a boy confessing his love to you.

nothing about this situation is fair. he was grieving his best friend and took out his anger on the world.

he’s not a bad person. he never was.

not even when he first met you and didn’t offer you a hand, not when he gave you dirty looks across the dining hall, and not when he committed literal crimes.

Matt is good. he is so full of good and now he’s being punished. as if he hasn’t been through enough.

“what?” you pull back, looking into his eyes for an answer as the rain pours over your hair, causing slight curls to form.

“sorry it slipped out i just-“

you kiss him. you kiss him as if you’ll never kiss him again. as if you’re starving for his lips on your own. and he kisses back the same, his hands cupping your cheeks as your lips move in a rhythm you’ve grown accustomed to.

you’re out of breath as you pull out. “i fell in love with you too, Matt. i fell so in love with you in seven days because you are a good human. you care about others, and you think about things that pass over most peoples heads. you are so fucking amazing in every way and i rack my brain every night trying to figure out how i got so lucky”

as much as he’d love to smile at the reciprocation of your feelings, it only brings him more sadness because he knows what’s inevitable. “y/n please”

“you deserve every good thing coming your way. none of the shit that’s happened to you is fair, none of it.” you keep going. every positive thought you’ve ever had about it boy is pouring out of your mouth as a mixture of rain and tears cost your eyelashes.

“fuck y/n stop!” he raises his voice at you. “please don’t make this harder than it already is.” you flinch.

you’ve never seen Matt get actually mad.

“i’m sorry i just- i can’t keep losing people i love. it kills me” you take a deep breath. all anger is rooted in sadness. Matt is no different.

you gently grab his hands and look him dead in the eye. “you are not losing me. i don’t care if i have to wait a year to speak to you again i am yours. i am completely and utterly yours and i’m not going anywhere. you can’t push me away”

“you deserve someone better. someone who’s not constantly being burdened by stupid decisions. you deserve someone you can take home to your dad and be proud of” he sighs as his nostrils flair.

he just looks so incredibly hurt and it kills you.

“Matt. i have that person. i have you and it’s all that i want. whatever you did in this singular week made me so obsessed with you and that will not go away”

his lips quivers again. “what do i do y/n?” a tear prickles down his eye onto his eye as he looks at you. “i’m not a bad kid i can’t go there it’s all too much” he breaks down. his head now in the crook of your neck as you play with his hair.

“look at me Matt” you lift his head up to make eye contact. “you are so strong. everything will be okay. you’re gonna tough it out at whatever fucking institution they send you to and when you come back your gonna fix bikes yeah? you’re gonna fix bikes while i work on becoming a writer and we’re gonna be happy.”

“yeah okay” he forces a slight smile. “thank you. you’ve taught me so much about myself in the span of seven days that i don’t think i would’ve figured out without you.”

“okay pretty boy enough sad shit i don’t wanna end this on a bad note” you peck his lips with a forced smile on your face. “plus i think you’d look really hot in a military outfit”

“yeah?”

“hell yeah”

and with that you begin your walk to the bus with Matt alongside you. Amara had already packed your stuff into the bus and Matt’s parents had called him while they were taking his stuff out of his cabin.

you have to part ways. and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch.

the two of you stand, hand in hand in the rain. “Matt?” he squeezes your hands, not wanting to let you go. “i’ll see you later yeah?”

he nods. “you will”

you force yourself to let go and begin walking towards the yellow bus. not without looking back to see the boy already looking at you.

stepping foot on the bus is one of the hardest things you’ve had to do. one foot in front of the other. it’s simple but so impossible right now.

Amara can sense the sadness on your face as you sit next to her and the bus begins moving.

she doesn’t say anything and you don’t either. you can’t muster up the courage to speak without crying. so you place your head on her shoulder and she rests her head on your own.

camp is over.

and everything has changed.

a/n: LOLLLLL get fucked!! jk i’m so sorry if this caused u sadness i almost cried while writing it BUT there will be an epilogue so this is not the end of them!

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