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FRECKLES.

it's a very iconic word for indie and matt.

if the fanbase shipped them it would always have him talking about her freckles.

"omg!!! Matt looks at her like he's counting her freckles!!"

"no way. those freckles are like staring at matt."

"matt's favorite thing about indie is def her freckles!!!!!!!"

and he can't blame them.

it truly was his favorite thing about indie.

those freckles that make him want to trace the fuck out of them or the way they can't even hide underneath her makeup, or just the color of them.

it was perfect.

so when Izzy belon walked into the room with a face full of indie dots he was shocked, to say the least.

"you could get them tattooed." his mouth gawked at her.

"you got these tattooed?" he asks worriedly.

"Yeah." she nods.

his eyes avert for a camera just in hopes of it being a prank. it wasn't.

"why would you do that?" matt gulps.

"Because I like it." she rolled her eyes.

"This isn't the point matt I wanna tell you something." she sits him down while staring at the boy.

he sits up straight while his brows furrow.

sniffing softly.

wait.

was she wearing a cotton candy smell?

she was. and it's exactly the one indie wears he could tell.

his brain could not focus on the girl at all as it was now preoccupied.

freckles and the smell.

freckles + smell.

freckles + smell = indie

she was confusing him, he was very much confused.

"so matt." that snapped him out of it.

"I love you."

Matthew sturniolos eyes grow wide as he listens to this. ears going red and heart beating.

she stares at him for a while.

what the fuck?

why. did. she. say. that?

why.

why.

oh goodness if he could he would run away.

but she looked so worried with wide eyes and hopeful smiles.

so he smiles back.

leading him to the end of everything.

"I love you too, indie."

The room went quiet.

No way.

The look on Isabelle belons face was priceless it was gobsmacked. he was gobsmacked.

"i-i mean Izzy!" he screams snapping his head.

"what the fuck!" she screams at him.

"Izzy I'm sorry it's cause you got the freckles and you smell like her! I got confused!" he rubs his forehead while explaining.

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄,,matt sturniolo                  Where stories live. Discover now