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if there was one thing people on the internet were sure about, it was that you and matt were dating.

it had been that way for almost two years.

it didn't matter what either of you posted.

a picture from a hangout? dating.

a birthday post? dating.

someone caught you walking into a restaurant together? definitely dating.

neither of you ever said anything about it because there wasn't much to say.

you'd been friends since you were eleven years old.

long before youtube.

long before either of you had thousands of people picking apart every photo you posted.

people only saw what was online.

they didn't know that your moms still had pictures of the two of you missing your front teeth.

they didn't know you'd spent half your childhood in each other's houses.

or that his family had stopped asking if you were coming over years ago because you usually just let yourself in.

it was normal. it had always been.

"did you see the comments?" you asked one afternoon.

matt looked up from where he was reading.

"on what?"

"my pictures from vacation."

he sighed before you even handed him your phone.

"let me guess, they think we're dating."

you nod.

he skimmed through a few comments before handing the phone back.

"they'll get bored eventually."

"they've been saying it for years."

"i know," he admitted, "maybe soon."

you scoffed.

"does it bother you?"

he leaned back in his chair.

"well, does it bother you?"

"i don't know, not really."

"then no."

that was the end of the conversation.

or at least, you thought it was.

over the next few months, nothing changed.

you still traveled together whenever your schedules lined up.

he still texted you before anyone else when something happened.

you still ended up in the background of half his photo dumps without realizing he'd even taken the pictures.

people kept talking.

you stopped caring, stopped reading the comments.

matt never admitted that he still did.

it was late when the two of you got back to his house after dinner.

you were sitting on the kitchen island while he put leftovers in the fridge.

"i was talking to nick earlier."

"okay, what about?"

"he said, and i quote, 'just tell her already.'"

you knitted your eyebrows.

"tell me what?"

he closed the fridge door.

he looked like he wished he hadn't brought it up.

"nothing."

"matt."

he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck.

"forget it."

you knew exactly what he looked like when he was trying to get out of a conversation.

you hopped off the counter.

"you're not getting out of it that easily."

he bit his bottom lip, looking down at you.

"matthew."

he started at you for a long moment before quietly saying,

"i think i've been in love with you for a while."

you went still.

you searched his face, waiting for him to laugh and tell you he was joking.

he didn't.

"how.. how long?"

he looked down at the floor.

"uh, a few years."

"matt.."

"i know."

he let out a breath.

"i wasn't planning on saying anything."

"then why now?"

"because i'm tired."

he met your eyes again.

"every time someone assumes we're together, i have to pretend it doesn't make me wish they were right."

you didn't say anything back. it wouldn't come out.

"you don't have to say anything," he said after a second. "i'm not expecting—"

"i'm trying to think."

he nodded once.

"okay."

you laughed quietly, more out of nerves than anything.

"i've spent so long telling people we were just friends.."

"i.. i know."

"that i never really thought to ask myself if that's all i wanted."

his expression softened.

you stepped closer until there was barely any space between you.

"i don't know when it changed."

you smiled slightly.

"maybe it was always like that."

he searched your face.

"are you saying—"

you rested a hand on his cheek, cutting him off.

"i'm saying i'd like to find out."

he smiled, looking almost relieved.

"can i kiss you?"

"you have to ask?"

"that's not an answer."

you rolled your eyes.

"yes."

he kissed you carefully, like he was still giving you the chance to change your mind.

when he pulled away, you smiled at him.

"will this make the internet unbearable?"

he laughed quietly.

"probably."

you traced his cheekbone with your thumb.

"i'm not happy they were right."

he kissed you softly again.

"i'm happy i finally told you."

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the entire drive felt like a punishment.

you sat in the passenger seat with your forehead pressed against the cool window, watching italy blur past in streaks of gold and green.

you hated all of it.

"you're going to love it there," your mom said, for probably the hundredth time.

you didn't answer.

"come on, honey."

still nothing.

she sighed. "i know this is a big change."

"a big change?" you finally snapped, turning to look at her. "you met some billionaire and now we're moving across italy to live with him. i have a life, mom."

"his name is william."

"i don't care."

your mom gripped the steering wheel tighter.

the mansion appeared almost twenty minutes later.

of course it was a mansion.

the gates looked like they belonged in a movie. the driveway seemed endless. fountains sat in front of the massive stone house.

you laughed under your breath.

"unbelievable."

"just give it a chance."

you grabbed your bag.

"yeah. sure."

the house seemed even bigger on the inside.

marble floors and high ceilings.

you followed your mom upstairs while some maid carried boxes behind you.

maid.

normal people didn't have maids.

"this is your room."

your jaw almost dropped.

it was bigger than your old apartment.

your mom smiled.

"see?"

you started unpacking.

hours later, your clothes were put away.

your books were stacked.

your posters sat rolled up beside the bed because you weren't even sure you were allowed to put tape on these walls.

by then, your stomach was growling.

you hadn't eaten since morning.

you left your room and wandered downstairs.

it took you embarrassingly long to find the kitchen.

you headed straight for the fridge.

expensive water.

pre-cut fruit.

cheese you'd never heard of.

"these people don't even have a lousy sandwich."

you slammed the door shut and nearly had a heart attack.

"shit."

a boy around your age, maybe older, stood infront of you.

"how about an apple strudel?" he asked.

you glared at him.

"what the hell?"

his eyebrow lifted.

"interesting first impression."

he looked you over for a second.

you didn't like it.

"what?"

he shrugged.

"nothing."

"then stop staring."

something about him irritated you instantly.

maybe it was how he's part of the reason you'd been dragged across the country.

"you live here?" you asked.

"unfortunately."

before you could respond, footsteps echoed through the hallway.

your mom appeared first.

a man beside her.

william, you assumed.

they both smiled immediately.

"there you are," your mom said.

her eyes bounced between the two of you.

"well, i see you two have already met."

the guy beside you sighed.

you looked at him and he looked at you.

"yeah," you said flatly.

"mhm." he mumbled.

"oh, right," your mom said excitedly. "sweetheart, this is chris."

your stomach dropped.

oh, chris.

your stepbrother.

he smirked down at you.

"ill be seeing you around, sorella."

he said before walking off.

oh oh.

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