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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖: 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 ⊹₊✮˙

aurora's matt sturniolo & fangirl!reader au

warnings: fast moving relationship, use of y/n, second person pov.

disclaimer: i did not go to either of the triplets’ tours, so i do not know how they worked, and i included barely any description of the actual show lmao. this is a long one im sorryyyyy.

word count: 6.3k

you’re awoken by the sounds of chris and nick’s giggles, followed by the sound of matt’s tired voice, mumbling for them to ‘shut the fuck up.’

you’re facing the wall, your eyes gently fluttered open. the first thing that registers in your mind is the feeling of a body next to you, then realizing it’s matt.

for a second, your brain doesn’t quite piece it together. the warmth radiating from him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing—it all feels too comfortable, too natural. but then it hits you, and you stiffen slightly. you both must’ve knocked out while watching that dumb movie last night, the one matt insisted wasn’t boring, even though he fell asleep halfway through.

his arm is slung lazily over your waist, not in an intimate way, but more like he’s forgotten you’re even there. you consider moving, but the thought of waking him fully and having to explain feels way more awkward than just… waiting it out. besides, it’s not like this means anything. you’re just friends.

still, the sound of chris and nick’s whispers—followed by more giggles—makes your face heat up. you can already tell they’re gonna give you shit for this.

you try to focus on anything else, your eyes tracing patterns in the wall, but it’s no use.

matt shifts slightly, his hand brushing your side as he groans quietly.

“jesus, what time is it?” his voice is rough with sleep, and you swear it makes your heart skip a beat, though you quickly shake the thought away.

before you can answer, chris’ voice cuts through from the doorway.

“oh, it’s definitely time for us to take a picture of this.” you hear the unmistakable click of a phone camera, followed by nick trying (and failing) to hold in a cackle.

matt groans louder, burying his face into the pillow.

“i’m gonna kill both of you,” he mutters, his words muffled, but you can hear the underlying frustration—and maybe just a hint of embarrassment.

“yeah, yeah, sure. i cant wait to slap it on a christmas card” nick says, still laughing. “but seriously, this is adorable. can’t wait to tell everyone you guys are cuddling now.”

your face burns, and matt finally lifts his head to glare at them. “we’re not cuddling,” he snaps, his hand falling away from your waist like he just remembered it was there. “we just… fell asleep. shut up.”

but the damage is done, and chris and nick are already halfway down the hall, cackling like maniacs. you glance at matt, who’s rubbing his face with both hands, clearly trying to wake up properly.

“well,” you mumble, breaking the silence, “this isn’t awkward at all.”

matt lets out a dry laugh, dropping his hands to look at you. “could be worse.”

“how?”

“i dunno, its not the worst thing in the world.”

you groan, flopping back against the pillow as he smirks. even though you’re mortified, a small part of you is grateful for how easily he brushes it off. just friends. no big deal. right?

as you sit up, the clutter of the room reminds you that this isn’t some random hotel—it’s matt’s literal house. matt glances around, scratching the back of his neck. “i’ll head downstairs to get ready,” he says casually, like he’s trying not to make it weird. “you can have the room.”

you nod, grateful for the unspoken gesture. “thanks.”

he grabs his phone from the nightstand and heads for the door, pausing to shoot you a tired smile. “don’t take too long, though. if chris and nick get bored, they’ll probably try to sabotage something.”

“noted,” you reply, watching him disappear down the hallway.

once the door clicks shut, you exhale, the silence feeling oddly heavy after he leaves. shaking it off, you dig through your suitcase for an outfit. eventually, you settle on a long sleeved, black crop top, paired with baggy jeans and your favorite white sneakers. you brush your hair back into a neat ponytail, letting a few strands frame your face, and add small gold hoop earrings for a bit of sparkle. a dainty gold chain necklace completes the look, subtle but enough to make you feel put together.

downstairs, you can hear faint movement—probably matt in the bathroom, dealing with his hair or brushing off the sleep from his face.

when you finally head down, you spot him leaning against the kitchen counter, looking way more awake, now dressed in ripped jeans and a hoodie. his hair is damp, like he splashed water on it to tame the bedhead, and he’s sipping a mug of coffee while chris and nick argue over which shoes to wear.

“ready?” matt asks, his voice casual, but his eyes flick to you briefly, like he’s checking to make sure you’re okay.

you nod, shooting him a small smile.

he nods, pushing off the counter. “good. i, uh, i have something for you. if you want?”

he reaches in a target bag, pulling out a green ‘boston celtics’ jersey, handing it to you. you smile in disbelief, your fingers brushing the soft fabric of the jersey. "wait, really?" you ask, a surprised laugh escaping your lips.

matt shrugs casually, a playful smile tugging at his mouth. "yeah, i thought you might like it. everyone else is wearing one, so figured it'd be a fun way for you to join in."

you laugh, looking down at the jersey. "this is so cool, matt. i didn’t expect you to think of something like this."

"well, you’ve been hanging with us for a few days now. felt like it was time you got one too," he says with a grin, clearly pleased with himself.

you look up at him, the gesture meaning more than you expected. "thank you. i’ll definitely wear it today.”

you smile, holding the jersey close, feeling a little more at home with each passing moment. "this really is perfect," you say, already excited to wear it. you pull it over your head, brushing the front to smooth any wrinkles.

nick and chris stumble into the kitchen, and with that, the four of you pile into the chaos of the morning, gearing up for what’s bound to be a long—and unforgettable—final show.

as you all pile out the front door and toward the car, chris makes a beeline for the passenger seat, like he always does. it’s clearly routine for him to sit up front, but before he can even grab the handle, matt stops him.

“hey, no. you’re in the back this time,” matt says, unlocking the car with a beep.

chris turns around, his brows knitting together in exaggerated disbelief. “excuse me? since when?”

“since today,” matt replies casually, tilting his head toward you. “she’s sitting up front.”

chris groans, throwing his hands up. “you’re kicking me out? for her?”

matt raises an eyebrow, his tone flat. “yeah. problem?”

nick laughs as he climbs into the backseat, already enjoying the drama. “tough break, chris. guess you’re not the favorite anymore.”

chris glares at him, muttering something about betrayal, but he eventually shuffles to the back. “unbelievable,” he grumbles, slamming the door behind him.

you hesitate for a second, glancing at matt. “are you sure? i don’t want to—”

“get in,” matt interrupts, his tone firm but not unkind. “it’s fine.”

with a small nod, you slide into the passenger seat, trying not to overthink the gesture. it’s just a seat—no big deal. right?

the car ride starts off quiet, the kind of morning lull where everyone’s still waking up. chris and nick are already bickering over something in the backseat—probably who gets the last pack of gummy snacks in nick’s bag—and matt seems content to ignore them, his focus on the road.

“you excited for today?” you ask after a few minutes, breaking the silence.

matt shrugs, one hand resting loosely on the wheel, his head resting on the other as his elbow in propped up against the window. “yeah, should be fun. long, though.”

“you say that every time,” chris pipes up from the back. “and then you’re the one who spends the most time talking to people.”

“yeah, because i’m not a robot like you,” matt shoots back.

nick snickers. “matt’s just better at pretending he doesn’t hate people.”

“i don’t hate people,” matt says, rolling his eyes. “i just like talking to the ones who aren’t annoying.”

chris gasps dramatically. “so you do think our fans are annoying!”

“Jesus christ,” matt mutters, shaking his head as you try—and fail—not to laugh.

you glance out the window, the scenery blurring past as you head toward the venue. it’s the triplets only hometown show, so you know it’ll still be packed with fans eager to meet the trio.

after a moment, matt speaks again, his voice more thoughtful. “it’s kind of funny, though. people always think i’m the quiet one, like i don’t talk much in the videos.”

“because you don’t talk much in the videos,” chris interrupts.

“yeah, because you and nick never shut up,” matt counters, his tone dry but playful. “you think i can get a word in when you’re arguing about god knows what?”

nick leans forward, grinning. “it’s usually something important. you just don’t understand it.”

matt ignores him, glancing at you briefly before continuing. “but in real life? i don’t mind talking to people. it’s kind of nice, actually. like at these meet-and-greets—it’s cool hearing their stories and stuff.”

chris groans from the back. “oh, here we go. matt, the social butterfly. what’s next? you gonna write a self-help book?”

matt smirks. “maybe. chapter one: don’t be like chris.”

nick cackles, and chris crosses his arms with a dramatic sigh. “i’m being slandered in my own car on the way to my own tour. unreal.”

you smile, watching the dynamic unfold. it’s true—matt might come off as reserved online, but in reality, he’s the first to start a conversation, the first to ask someone about their day, the first to make things feel easy. there’s something steady about him, something that makes you feel comfortable even in moments like this.

as nick and chris argue over something else, matt shoots you a quick, knowing look, like he’s in on the joke with you. “don’t let them fool you,” he says quietly. “i’m the normal one here.”

“sure you are,” you reply, grinning, and he chuckles softly before turning his focus back to the road.

the rest of the ride, nick and chris bickered back and forth about the most random things ever, while you and matt sat in silence, occasionally giggling at his brothers. it wasnt an awkward silence. not at all. it was comfortable.

as the car nears the venue, the chatter from the backseat finally begins to die down. nick scrolls through his phone while chris dramatically recounts a story about some fan interaction from the last stop on the tour. you catch snippets of it, something about someone comparing him to a cartoon character, but you’re too focused on the quiet hum of the car and the occasional glance matt steals your way.

“almost there,” matt says softly, his eyes on the road but his tone carrying a hint of reassurance, like he can sense your nerves.

you nod, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “do you guys ever get nervous for these?”

matt considers it for a moment before shrugging. “not really. it’s kind of nice, meeting everyone. makes the videos feel more... real, if that makes sense.”

“it does,” you reply, smiling at his honesty.

“he’s lying,” chris interjects from the back. “he totally gets nervous. nick, remember the start of tour when he almost threw up before we started?”

“i wasn’t nervous,” matt corrects, shooting chris a glare through the rearview mirror. “i ate bad chicken.”

nick bursts out laughing. “sure, dude. keep telling yourself that.”

matt rolls his eyes, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitch, like he’s trying not to laugh. “whatever. at least i don’t forget people’s names mid-conversation, nick.”

“hey, that was one time!” nick defends himself, but his laughter gives him away.

“one time too many,” matt quips, his tone light.

as the venue comes into view, the quiet buzz of excitement settles over the car. you can see a small crowd already gathered near the entrance, holding signs and chatting animatedly among themselves.

matt slows the car, turning into the parking lot and finding a spot near the back entrance. he cuts the engine and turns to look at you, his expression softer than usual. “ready?”

you take a deep breath and nod. “ready.”

“let’s do this, then,” he says, his voice steady, like a calm anchor in the midst of the chaos.

nick and chris pile out of the car first, their bickering temporarily replaced by excitement as they grab their bags and start debating who’s going to carry what. matt lingers for a second, waiting for you to step out before closing the door behind you.

as you walk toward the entrance together, matt leans down slightly, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “if they start being too much, just stick with me. i’ll keep them in check.”

you laugh softly, glancing up at him. “thanks, but i think i can handle it.”

“we’ll see,” he replies, smirking as he holds the door open for you.

inside, the energy is palpable. staff members are setting up tables, arranging merch, and running through last-minute details. nick and chris are already bouncing between conversations, their loud voices filling the room.

matt stays by your side, his demeanor calm but attentive as he checks in with the team. it’s a side of him you don’t often see in the videos—confident, organized, and entirely in his element.

“okay,” he says after a moment, turning to you. “just stay close. these things get hectic fast.”

you nod, and for the first time all morning, you feel completely at ease. no matter how chaotic the day gets, you know matt will make sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.

you all enter the venue, matt guiding you to the area backstage where he’s meeting with his manager. matt told you about laura, she has a daughter, madi, the same age as you.

as you step into the backstage area, madi immediately spots the triplets and waves, making her way over to the four of you. “finally! thought you guys were gonna leave me hanging all morning.”

chris groans. “we’re literally early. how do you have energy to complain already?”

“because i’ve been up for hours helping mom set up,” madi shoots back, crossing her arms. “meanwhile, you three probably rolled out of bed ten minutes ago.”

“not true,” nick says, grabbing a bottle of water from the table. “it was, like, an hour ago.”

madi rolls her eyes, grinning as she turns to you. “and you must be the one who actually knows how to stay on schedule.”

you laugh. “i try, but i’m not sure i’m much better.”

“don’t let them drag you down with them,” she says, gesturing at the triplets. “it’s a slippery slope.”

matt smirks. “because you’re such a great example?”

“absolutely,” madi says without hesitation, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “unlike you, i know how to multitask.”

“yeah, we can tell,” matt says dryly, nodding at the clipboard she’s carrying.

“someone has to keep things moving,” madi replies, glancing at the clipboard before looking back up. “and clearly, it’s not you three.”

chris gasps dramatically. “wow, okay, just call us useless to our faces.”

“you said it, not me,” madi quips, grinning as nick snickers.

laura walks in then, holding her own clipboard. “alright, everybody, focus. soundcheck is in ten, and i don’t want any last-minute disasters this time.”

“define disaster,” chris says innocently, earning a pointed look from laura.

“i think she means you,” madi teases, shooting chris a smug grin.

nick laughs as laura claps her hands to cut them off. “let’s go! we’re already behind.”

the triplets groan but start moving toward the stage, still throwing jabs at each other as they leave.

madi watches them go, shaking her head with a smile. “i swear, they’re like this all the time. you get used to it, though.”

“they definitely keep things interesting,” you say, laughing softly.

she nods. “come on, let’s grab some snacks before they get back and eat everything. you’ll need the energy for today.”

with that, she guides you toward the catering table, chatting easily about the morning’s setup and laughing at your reactions to her stories. her laid-back demeanor makes everything feel natural, and by the time the triplets return, you’re already starting to feel like part of the group.

you and madi continue your conversation when you feel a hand brush your arm. you turn, seeing marylou and jimmy approaching.

“hi, sweethearts!” marylou chirps, leaning in to hug you first, then madi.

“hi, guys!” madi says politely, though her smile is more reserved. “the boys are in soundcheck right now. they should be done soon!”

jimmy leans against a nearby table, his casual demeanor setting the tone. “so, y/n, how’s boston treating ya?”

“it’s so nice! i’ve always wanted to come here, so it’s great to finally be here!” you reply warmly.

“that’s what we like to hear,” marylou says, her smile lighting up her face. “you should try to explore a little while you’re here. there’s so much to see!”

“like what?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“the freedom trail’s always a hit,” jimmy offers, his tone enthusiastic. “history everywhere you look.”

“and the public garden,” marylou adds. “oh, and fenway park! even if you’re not a baseball fan, it’s worth seeing.”

“it sounds like there’s a lot to fit in,” you say with a small laugh, adjusting your bracelet.

marylou nods eagerly. “if you need suggestions, just ask. jimmy and i have lived here long enough to know all the best spots.”

madi smiles, responding. “i’ve been to boston a bunch times, with the triplets of course, but i’ve never really explored it much. it’s usually just work or family visits.”

“then this could be your chance,” jimmy says with a friendly smile. “take a day to see the sights. you won’t regret it.”

“i’ll keep that in mind,” madi replies, her tone polite.

you glance between them, sensing the slight awkwardness, but before you can say anything, the sound of footsteps fills the hallway. the triplets emerge from soundcheck, their voices loud and energetic as they approach.

“there they are!” marylou says, her expression brightening.

“sound good in there?” jimmy asks, standing up straight.

“always,” matt replies with a small smile, grabbing a water bottle from the table.

“you guys behaving yourselves?” marylou asks, narrowing her eyes playfully at chris.

“define behaving,” chris quips, earning a quiet chuckle from nick.

marylou shakes her head with an amused sigh, then glances at you and madi. “we’ll let you all get back to it. y/n, madi, it was lovely to see you both!”

“you too!” you say warmly, while madi nods with a polite smile.

as marylou and jimmy head off to talk with some of the crew, matt looks over at you and madi. “what’d they talk your ear off about?”

“tourist spots” you say with a grin.

“classic,” matt mutters, running a hand through his hair.

“you say that like it’s a bad thing,” nick points out, grabbing a chair and sitting backward on it.

“it’s not. it’s just... intense,” matt replies, glancing at madi. “they try to get you to plan a whole trip too?”

“not really,” madi says, shrugging. “but they’ve got a lot of suggestions.”

“yeah, that sounds about right,” matt says with a small smirk.

the group settles into easy chatter, the earlier awkwardness fading as the triplets steer the conversation back to the show ahead. the energy is light, the day ahead promising to be both busy and memorable.

suddenly, chris jumps up, running toward the door, shouting something incoherent. a few minutes later, and returns with his best friend, nathan, by his side. the boys are chatting about something random, but when they approach the four of you again their conversation pauses. nate hugs madi, doing his regular handshake with matt and nick, then turning to you.

“you must be y/n! ive heard alot about you!”

“yeah, i am! hopefully good things?” you slightly laugh, matt coming to stand right next to you

“yeah, dont worry. matt never stops talking about you” nate laughs, looking at matt

matt shifts awkwardly beside you, scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks turning a shade pinker than usual.

"nate," matt warns, his voice low but firm, giving his best friend a pointed look.

nate just grins, clearly unbothered, and shrugs. "what? it's true." he looks back at you, his tone teasing but warm. "he’s been hyping you up since the minute you said yes to coming to boston. you’re basically a celebrity in the group chat at this point."

you laugh softly, glancing up at matt, who’s now pretending to be very interested in the ground. "well, that’s sweet. i hope i live up to the hype."

"you already do," matt mumbles under his breath, barely audible but enough for you to catch it.

your heart skips a beat, but before you can say anything, chris claps his hands loudly, breaking the tension. "okay, are we gonna stand here all day, or are we actually gonna go meet the fans?"

madi nods in agreement, already pulling nate toward her and you, knowing fans are starting to line up outside. "c’mon, let’s grab some food and head up to the balcony. i’m starving."

you, madi, and nate part ways with the triplets, as they go to meet their fans. you make your way up to the balcony above, looking down at all the fans eager to meet the three.

even though he was meeting fans, matt occasionally glanced up at you, talking with his friends. the conversation was so natural, as if you had been friends with nate and madi for years.

“okay, so. penne, or spaghetti?” nate questions, leaning against a wall

“penne. no question about it.” you respond, sitting on the couch with madi.

nate nods thoughtfully, pretending to weigh the options like it’s the most important decision of his life. “fair choice, but hear me out—spaghetti has better twirlability. that’s gotta count for something.”

madi laughs, tucking her legs under her as she adjusts on the couch. “twirlability? that’s not even a word.”

“it is now,” nate retorts, grinning. “and it’s a key factor in pasta ranking, thank you very much.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you say, shaking your head with a smile. “but fine, if we’re talking twirlability, maybe spaghetti does win.”

“ha! see?” nate exclaims, pointing at you triumphantly. “a fellow spaghetti lover.”

madi rolls her eyes but is clearly amused. “youre impossible.”

the sound of laughter and chatter from below drifts up to the balcony, blending with your own conversation. every so often, matt glances up from the meet and greet, his expression softening when he spots you laughing with nate and madi.

"look at him," madi says, nudging you playfully as she notices matt's quick glance upward. "he keeps checking up here."

"he's probably making sure we’re okay and not bored out of our minds," you joke, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your face.

nate raises an eyebrow. "or maybe he’s just making sure you’re okay."

you wave it off, focusing on the fans below as they light up meeting the triplets. “he’s busy. let’s not distract him.”

“oh, please. like we’re a distraction,” madi teases, leaning back into the cushions.

the three of you continue chatting, the easy rhythm of the conversation making time fly. the balcony feels like its own little world, separate from the bustling excitement below, but connected enough to feel the energy in the room. marylou and jimmy chat with justin, the triplets older, half brother a few feet away from the three of you.

eventually, they get through meeting all the fans, and its time to go onstage. after performances by ysb tril and lxst, the triplets enter the stage, talking with the fans, interacting with them, the whole lot.

laura, who was backstage the whole time, suddenly comes up next to you, madi, and nate, signaling for the three of you, along with marylou, jimmy, and justin, to start heading backstage.

you all follow her, and as soon as matt catches the slightest glimpse of you, his smile grows. the triplets call you seven of you out on stage, matt immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

as matt pulls you closer, the crowd erupts into cheers, the energy in the room electric. nick and chris greet everyone warmly, playfully introducing each of you to the audience.

“and this is y/n!” matt says, his voice full of enthusiasm. “she’s a new friend of ours, but it already feels like we’ve known her forever.”

you smile, giving a small wave as the crowd cheers. madi leans toward nate, whispering something that makes him laugh quietly, while marylou and jimmy exchange grins, soaking in the moment.

“alright, let’s get back to what you guys really came for!” nick says, addressing the audience with a grin. “who’s got a good question for us?”

the fans eagerly raise their hands, and the triplets begin answering everything from lighthearted questions about their favorite foods to more thoughtful ones about their journey so far. the atmosphere is fun and casual, with occasional bursts of laughter from the triplets' quick wit and playful banter.

you and the rest of the group retreat to the side of the stage, watching the interaction unfold. madi leans against the wall, smiling as nick teases chris about a story from their childhood.

“they really know how to keep everyone engaged,” nate says, arms crossed as he takes it all in.

“yeah, it’s impressive,” you reply, your gaze flicking to matt, who occasionally glances your way with a soft smile.

the meet and greet continues, the triplets effortlessly switching between playful and heartfelt moments with their fans. after some time, they wrap up the event with a round of thank-yous and, since its the last show of tour, a promise to do it again soon.

as the crowd gives one last round of applause, the triplets make their way offstage, visibly energized from the interaction. matt approaches you first, his smile as bright as ever.

“how’d we do?” he asks, his tone light but curious.

“amazing,” you reply honestly. “you guys were great out there.”

“you think so?” matt says, his grin widening. “guess we’ll have to keep you around for feedback.”

nick and chris join, teasing matt before turning their attention to the rest of the group.

“ready to head out? im exhausted” nick asks, glancing at everyone.

“me too” matt gently yawns, running a hand through his hair

“aw, y’gonna go cuddle with y/n again?” chris teases, giggling

your jaw slightly drops, you, matt, nate, and madi all stopping in your tracks.

“oh, yeah. we woke them up this morning and they were fully cuddling.” nick laughs, opening his phone to show his friends the picture

madi smiles, nudging your arm as nate stares at matt.

“guys, come on. seriously? we just accidentally fell asleep in the same bed last night!” matt chirps, defensively. as if he was.. embarrassed? no. definitely not. something else.

“yeah, yeah. sure” nate waves him off, laughing “can we go get food?”

within the next 30 minutes, you, the triplets, madi, and nate are sitting at a booth inside their local mcdonalds. matt was sitting against the wall, you next to him, with nick on the other side of you. facing opposite of you, nate was against the wall, with chris next to him, and madi on the other side of chris. you’re all munching down on some burgers, nuggets, and fries, when you feel made put his arm around your shoulders- again.

“just a little tight, sorry” he mutters

you shake your head, signaling that its okay. in fact, you liked it.

the group continues chatting and joking around, the energy light and easy. madi is laughing at one of chris’s stories, while nick tries to balance a fry upright in his soda cup.

“you know,” nate starts, leaning back in his seat, “this is probably the most chaotic mcdonald’s crew i’ve ever been a part of.”

“oh, come on. you love it,” nick teases, flicking a fry across the table toward nate.

matt leans closer to you, his arm still resting comfortably on your shoulders. “m’sorry theyre so crazy, theyre always like this,” he says quietly, his voice laced with amusement.

“you say that like you’re not part of it,” you reply, looking up at him, a smile tugging at your lips.

“i’m the calm one,” matt insists, feigning innocence.

nick overhears and snorts. “calm? you? please. you’re just quieter about your chaos.”

matt rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face betrays him. “whatever. i’m still the chill one.”

as the night wears on, the group slowly finishes their food, the table littered with empty wrappers and cups. madi stands up first, stretching.

“alright, are we ready to go home?” she asks.

“yep, before chris starts juggling ketchup packets,” nate quips, dodging a playful shove from chris.

outside, the air is cooler, the quiet hum of the streetlights contrasting with the earlier buzz inside the restaurant. matt walks close beside you, his hand brushing yours for a moment before he slides it into his pocket.

“thanks for coming along the past few days,” he says, his voice soft. “it’s been fun having you here.”

“of course,” you reply, feeling a warm blush creep up your cheeks. “i’ve been having a lot of fun too.”

the group piles into their cars, the night winding down but the feeling of connection lingering. as you sit back, listening to nick and nate debate about the best way to eat fries, you catch matt glancing your way again before pulling out of the lot, his expression unreadable but warm.

again, he made chris sit in the backseat, with you in the passenger. nate and madi were all the way in the back, nick in his respective, middle row, left seat.

as the car hums along the quiet streets, the conversations begin to mellow. madi and nate are deep in discussion about some niche movie trivia, their voices low but animated. nick occasionally chimes in from his seat, offering quips that earn small bursts of laughter.

you glance out the window, the city lights flickering by, casting fleeting shadows across matt’s face as he drives. his hand rests casually on the gear shift, his fingers tapping lightly to the beat of the faint music playing through the speakers.

“you tired?” matt asks softly, his voice cutting through the quiet.

“a little,” you admit, turning to him. “but it’s been a good day.”

he smiles, his eyes briefly flicking toward you before returning to the road. “yeah, it has.”

from the back, chris leans forward, resting his arms on the middle row seatbacks. “hey, can we stop for ice cream or something? i need something sweet.”

“it’s almost midnight, chris,” matt replies, though there’s no real annoyance in his tone.

“so? midnight ice cream hits different,” chris argues, grinning.

“fine,” matt sighs, but you catch the faint smile on his lips. “if we find a place that’s open.”

nick perks up. “i think there’s a place up ahead.”

sure enough, a small ice cream shop glows in the distance, its neon sign a beacon in the quiet night. matt pulls into the lot, and the group piles out, stretching and joking as they make their way to the counter.

matt stands beside you as the other four order, his hand brushing yours briefly as he pulls out his wallet. “you want anything specific?” he asks.

“you don’t have to—”

“i know,” he interrupts, smiling. “but i want to.”

you werent going to get anything, the mcdonalds was filling enough. but, you give in, letting him treat you to a small vanilla cone, and the two of you wander back to the car with the rest of the group.

as you settle back into the car, the night air cool against your skin, you can’t help but feel a deep sense of belonging. even though you’ve only known them for a short time, it feels like you’ve always been a part of this little group. and as matt’s voice joins in the banter, his arm brushing yours once more, you realize you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

you eventually make your way back to the triplets house, the six of you piling out of the car. matt unlocks the door, signaling for you all to be quiet, as his parents are already asleep.

you all make your way upstairs, chris, nick, and nate going to hang out in chris’ bedroom, since nate is spending the night.

as the six of you tiptoe upstairs, madi pauses at the top of the landing, her phone buzzing in her hand. “my mom’s here,” she whispers. “she’s waiting outside.”

“i’ll walk you down,” nick offers, turning back toward the stairs with her.

“night, guys,” madi says softly, giving a small wave.

“night, madi!” chris and nate chorus, their voices a little too loud. matt shoots chris a look, finger pressed to his lips, and he immediately quiets down, laughing under his breath.

you wave at madi, smiling as she disappears down the stairs with nick. a few moments later, the front door clicks shut, and the sound of a car pulling away drifts faintly through the house.

“she’s nice,” you remark, turning to face him. “her mom seems nice too, from the few times i’ve seen her.”

he nods, gesturing toward the hall. “come on, it’s late”

“are you sure? i feel bad kicking you out of your own bed,” you say, following him.

“you’re not kicking me out,” he replies with a small smile. “i already told you, i don’t mind the couch. besides, i wouldn’t let you sleep in the guest room when you can have a real mattress.”

you shake your head but smile at his thoughtfulness. as you step into his room, you take in the cozy, personal space. the walls are lined with photos, posters, and a few scattered knickknacks that make the room feel lived-in. a flash of the photo of the two of you ‘cuddling’ from the morning earlier flashes through your mind. though, youre snapped out of your thoughts by matts voice speaking up

“you need anything?” matt asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“no, i’m good. thanks,” you reply.

“alright. i’ll let you get changed,” he says, his voice soft as he backs toward the door. “i’ll be in the living room if you need anything.”

“goodnight,” you say, offering him a small smile.

“night,” he replies, closing the door gently behind him.

you quickly change into your pajamas, folding your day clothes into your bag before heading to the bathroom to wash up. when you return to the room, the faint sound of laughter drifts up from downstairs—probably nick and chris teasing each other about something random.

as you settle into matt’s bed, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering in the sheets, you hear a soft knock at the door.

“everything okay?” matt’s voice comes quietly from the other side.

“yeah, i’m all set,” you answer.

he pushes the door open just enough to lean in, his expression relaxed. “just wanted to make sure. today was fun, wasn’t it?”

“it really was,” you agree, sitting up slightly. “your fans are so sweet, and it’s been great getting to know everyone better.”

his lips tug into a small smile, his gaze steady. “i’m glad you’re here. we all are.”

the sincerity in his voice makes your chest feel warm. “thanks, matt. that means a lot.”

he nods, glancing down the hall. “get some rest, okay? today was a long day.”

“goodnight, matt,” you say softly.

“night,” he replies, stepping back and closing the door behind him.

as you lie back under the covers, the quiet of the house wrapping around you, you can’t help but feel a sense of belonging. little by little, you’re finding your place here, and it feels good—natural, even. despite the unfamiliar setting, a wave of comfort washes over you. it feels different—good, and safe. as your eyes drift shut, you can’t help but think that sharing a moment like this with matt feels right.

your thoughts drift to matt’s words from earlier, his quiet kindness and steady presence. the warmth of his smile lingers in your mind, and without meaning to, you find yourself smiling too.

just as sleep begins to tug at you, a soft tap on the door pulls you back.

“it’s me,” matt’s voice calls softly.

“come in,” you say, sitting up slightly.

he peeks in, holding a spare blanket. “i thought you might want an extra, just in case it gets cold.”

you smile, touched by the gesture. “thanks, matt.”

he steps inside, draping the blanket over the edge of the bed. for a moment, he lingers, his gaze meeting yours.

“sleep well, y/n,” he says, his voice low and genuine.

“you too,” you reply, watching as he quietly slips back out, closing the door behind him.

as the house falls silent once more, you settle deeper into the blankets, a warmth blooming in your chest. today had been full of surprises—unexpected moments of connection, laughter, and belonging. and as your eyes finally close, you know one thing for certain: you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

a/n: im sorry this took so long to finally get out :( for the next part theres probably gonna be a bit of a time skip of a few weeks or months since i cant really thing of anything significant to happen before what i already have planned LMAO

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