false god- matthew sturniolo

10

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my phone loudly buzzed against the floor.

i groaned, bent down and looked at my screen.

incoming call.
dad🥸
accept|decline

i quickly pressed accept. "hi dad, what's up?" i
sat back down on matt's bed. "im outside
summers house." he stated. my whole body froze.
i cleared my throat. "uh yeah- me and summer
stayed over at our friends nicks house, don't worry
he's gay." i probably shouldn't of said that but
that's the first thing that came to my mind.

"you should of told me earlier tate" he sounded calm which made my anxiety deflate. "i know i'm
sorry we just crashed, summer was too tired to
drive back home." i was lying straight through my teeth. "alright, liz is coming over for dinner tonight make sure your home." "i will!"

i quickly text summer to cover for me if my dad
knocked on her door.

i took a deep breath. "what's wrong?" matt said.
his morning voice was so sexy i nearly died.
i turned around and looked at him. he looked so
pretty in the morning.

i ran my hand over his cheek. he gave me a small smile. "nothing my dad was checking up on me" i layed down beside him. "what time is it?" he asked. "only 9:30." "good." he pulled me in by my waist to be closer to him.

"okay i can feel you" i whispered. he opened his
eyes and gave me a closed mouth smile, nearly a
smirk. i was going to sink into his bed.

"well it's morning wood and it doesn't make it
any better that your laying beside me" he propped
his head up with his hand. i rolled my eyes.
"don't blame half of this on me." i rolled over
on my back. "too bad because i am!" he kissed
my cheek. i turned my head and looked at him.
i put a hand through his soft, messy hair.
"your hair is a bit messy" i joked. "thanks i
know." he pressed his lips against mine. i smiled
through the kiss before he pulled away. "what
are you smiling at?" he moved my baby hairs
out of my face. "nothing!" i tried to hide my smile.

"i wanna sleep" matt groaned. "okay, okay!" i said
before touching him. he was hard fuck. he let out
a breathless sigh. "don't do this to me tate" he look-
ed me straight in the eye. "do what?" i slowly moved my handup and down his length. a small groan left his mouth. "i'm tired." i pulled my hand away. "okay that's cruel tate!"

"how are you?" liz asked me. "yeah i'm good." i
smiled as i picked up my fork. "any boys?"
she raised her eyebrows and smiled.
a small smile creeped up on my face as i
looked down at my plate. "oh my god there is!"

"who is he?" my dad asked. i looked up and rolled
my eyes. "oh so now your protective?" "i just want
to know." he put his hands up in defence.
"you actually know him." i cleared my throat
and picked some mash potato on my fork.
"don't tell me it's one of my boys." "cole leave
her alone!" "it doesn't matter atleast he's
treating her good." liz smiled at me.

i love that women with my whole soul.

"thank liz!" i smile. "and dad don't worry, he
treats me good and he's not a player like half
of the boys on your team." i put the fork into
my mouth. "alright, i trust you tatie."

he knows i hate when he calls me tatie. it makes
me feel like a little kid again. it makes me sad
since my mom used to call me that before
she left me and my dad to re-marry some loser
how lovely!

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tate was currently looking though my closet trying
to find a halloween costume out of my clothes for
me.