You’re sprawled across your childhood bed, phone held above your face, when the video pops up on your for you page. a girl with a shit-eating grin is filming herself typing into her boyfriend’s phone. the caption reads: when he asks what’s taking you so long so you respond pretending to be another guy.

Your thumb hovers over the screen.

you think of mattheo. you think of the way he gets. the possessiveness he tries to play off as casual. the way his messages get shorter and shorter when he’s annoyed.

you smile.