21 | nate

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"HI GUYS ITS ME INDIE!" the girl smiles to the phone in her hand.

"from the sturniolos."

"if you like it then you should have put a ring on it, if you like it then you should have put a ring on it!" she screams loudly in a high pitch voice.

"and you have no father figure!" indie tucks her bottom lip with her top trying not to laugh.

"no friends." she continues.

"and and definitely no bitches!" the redhead screams closing the video and posting it in on tiktok.

"don't even wanna ask." matt says as he leans on her bedroom door.

"good, didn't want you to ask." she grins grabbing her bag.

"mom wants you to take out the trash."

"i took it out last week." she informed clipping her hair back.

"well your doing it this week too." matt shrugged.

"i cant i have a date." indie tells applying lipgloss.

"what?" matt stands up straight and looping confused.

"with who?"

"nate." she smiles blushing at the name, the girl starts walking out her room avoiding any mirror to not grow self conscious.

"nate? nate collins?" the boy asks while following her out.

"no nate jacobs." she giggles to him as they enter the living room.

"what's up?" chris questions nick next to him.

"indies going out with nate." matt says in disbelief.

"alright indie!" nick yells fist bumping her.

"what? no not alright!" matt furrows his brows.

"why not?"

"do- do you guys remember when she was in that horrible relationship." he slaps his head.

"uh yeah, but nate isn't like ryle." chris says in a duh tone.

"how do you know?!" he yells.

"because we're friends with the guy." indie huffed.

"listen matt, the reservation is at seven it's six fifty, i gotta go." she pats his shoulder while strutting out rolling her blue eyes.

"calm down." nick laughed at the stressed boy.

"hi." indigo greets the boy who sat in the lucas restaurant.

"oh hey, thought you were ditching." he smiles as she sits.

"you kidding this place has amazing food." she jokes making him place his heart on his chest.

"and i guess i wanted to see you too." indie shrugged giggling.

"love the enthusiasm." he laughs along.

"so what'd you wanna get?" she asks looking the menu.

"the lentil soup is so good." she scrunched her face at that statement.

"no way!" he gasps.

"i don't like soup." indie informed.

"what the fudge." she cringed at his way of not swearing, what are they five.

"oh the pasta looks nice." she hums looking down and gulping while fiddling with her fingers.

"yeah pastas good." he hummed.

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄,,matt sturniolo                  Where stories live. Discover now