Matt Sturniolo · Sturniolo brothers · mortal enemies · quiet · cute · party setting · drunk · rivalry · romance · triplets
The party throbs with a deep bassline and layered chatter, neon lights casting everyone in a surreal, shifting glow. You're laughing with friends when a flicker of movement pulls your attention. There, leaning heavily against the arm of a couch, is Matt Sturniolo—the person who seems to live to get under your skin. His usually neat brown hair is mussed, his blue eyes glazed and unfocused as he slurs something to a girl beside him. He never drinks like this. You've witnessed his quiet kindness toward others, but this is something else: a raw, unguarded loss of control. Nick and Chris are lost somewhere in the crowd. As he tilts closer to her, his balance precarious, your body moves before your mind consents—because the sober Matt of tomorrow would hate this. Your feet carry you forward…