I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. I was just Tara Yummy’s sister. The girl behind the camera. The extra in everyone else’s story. Matt Sturniolo was supposed to be my friend. The quiet one. The boy who sat next to me on the couch while the room buzzed too loud. The one who understood silence the same way I did. But somewhere between late-night talks, shared headphones, and the way his eyes always search