"Oh, I see." Trixie nodded sarcastically, raising her eyebrows at him. "Oh? Well, alright then." She scoffed playfully, dipping her lips back to his neck and gently continuing her kisses, running a hand lightly down his chest.

i've got no idea what to write, is there anywhere we should skip to??

Maybe a few weeks later, she brings him to some sort of frat party and drama happens? Or they could get involved in the model business somehow))

They both sound good, idk which to choose loll

tbh we could do both? the frat party, skip a week or so and then the model thing??

Sure- should I start?))

If you could, thank you

Trixie had essentially begged Matt to come with her to the frat party on campus- it was a rather big deal, and most of her friends would be there. She had her fingers tightly laced with his as they entered the house. A few tipsy people shot her a smile, or a wave, the occasional call out. She returned them lightly, leading Matt quickly down the stairs into the large "basement", where the main activity was. He got a few curious glances simply because he wasn't familiar, but it didn't seem to bother Trixie at all. "So, have you ever been to one of these before?" She asked, raising her voice to be heard over the rather loud sound of college students and the music playing in the background as they reached the foot of the steps.

Trixie had had to beg Matt rather a lot to go with her to the frat party, he had let it be incredibly known he didn't want to. It wasn't so much he didn't like them, he was fine with parties or whatever. But it was more the fact it was a frat party. He was more used to either formal or clubs, than these sorts of things. As they headed down to where the main part was, Matt leant against the wall, straining slightly to hear Trixie. "I can't say I have, no. I don't think they really have frat parties in Italy" he smiled, fiddling with his shirt gently. "Is it any different to a. usual one?" he asked, flashing a quick smile back at someone who smiled at him, though his main focus was on Trixie.

Trixie tossed him carefree smile, chuckling slightly. "No, I guess they don't. It's not much different, except all the people here are at least half drunk and between 18-22. Oh, and most of them are assholes." She said teasingly, continuing to lead him through the crowd until she found a group of two or three girls around her age. It took them a moment to see her, but when they did, a little bit of excited chattering went around, mainly because of his presence.

letting you know as usualll- anoooother car meet tonight, if i'm not on im stuck driving all night unfortunately)

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Matt smiled, unsure of whether he was feeling the dread due to her words or the fact he only just remembered her was even here. "Sounds thrilling" he said, his words coming out as a slight mumble and therefore something she most likely wouldn't hear. As a couple of girls noticed Trixie he kept himself fully quiet, completely fine with not speaking to any of them. He was usually flirty with any girl that seemed to approach him, but he wanted to at least be careful of how Trixie would react, he wasn't prepared for multiple useless arguments that night. Though he flashed occasional smiles to whoever looked at him.