013. ━━━ ❛ FUCK THE GUITAR ❜
imessage, real life. . .
THE SOUND OF MAISIE'S fingertips moving across her laptop keyboard fill up the silence of her bedroom, the only other noise being provided from her television on a rather quiet volume.
her lamp casts light into the room, distracting from the dark night displayed outside her windows. she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she reads over the words she just typed before ultimately backspacing them all.
YOU ARE READING
𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠, matt sturniolo.
Fanfictionsummer's in the air, and baby, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻'𝘀 in your eyes. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛. . . 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗲 has spent all of her life hating the noisy boy who lives across from her, the biggest pain in her ass to ever exist: 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁. unfortunately...