𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

₂₉. 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆

"𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫"

♫ power & control - marina

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CHAPTER 29
"YELLOW BEANIE"

[real life, instagram]

it was almost 11:30 p.m., and matt, nick, and chris were sitting in their car, munching on snacks while filming their next video.

for the first time ever, matt was hogging the conversation, not giving nick or chris a chance to interrupt. despite feeling sick, he'd been hit a random burst of energy (thanks to the red bull) and couldn't stop talking.

for the past five minutes, matt had been rambling about some guy who crashed his tesla. he'd only brought it up after seeing seth showing his friends a video of it, which he'd then made nate send to him.

"so this dude puts down hella money on a tesla—" matt continues, but nick cuts him off with an exasperated sigh. "matt, we get it. the tesla crashed. let's move on."

just as they're about to switch topics, matt's phone rings loudly, showing melina's name on the screen. he declines the call, dropping the phone in his lap to listen to whatever story chris was jumping into next.

a second later, his phone rings again.

nick groans from the back seat. "matt! put your fucking phone on do not disturb!"

chris snickers, watching matt decline the call again. "just cut this out later. it's melina," matt mutters.

the phone rings a third time, and this time, matt shuts his eyes, clearly annoyed, before finally answering. "god, what do you want? i'm busy." his tone is sharp, but his face softens slightly as melina's face appears on screen.

"i want absolutely nothing from you, but unfortunately, she does," melina replies as avi tries to take the phone from her. matt's expression instantly shifts into a grin. "hey, avi," he says, ignoring melina's eye roll beside avi's head.

"aren't you supposed to be asleep already?" he asks. before avi can answer, melina jumps in, "yeah, but she wanted to talk to you." matt rolls his eyes. "i didn't ask you." he says obviously.

nick slaps matt's shoulder. "stop it."

chris snatches the phone from matt, popping a fry into his mouth. "hey, guess what? me and layla are going out next week! we're gonna paint cups." he grins, and melina smiles back. "aw, chris, that's great!"

"wow, she finally gave in to your endless pestering?" nick says with a smirk, earning a pair of sunglasses thrown his way from chris. "chris!" matt exclaims, giving him a scolding look as he takes the phone back.