mArS * matty healy

prologue

jupiter has always called matty mars, since the day they very first met.

literally.

12th october 2015, the day two broken souls met.

"got a fag?" matty asked jupiter.

"maybe," she instantly teased, loving the way his chocolate curls sat messily on his head. "here," she said, handing him the packet.

"thanks," he grinned, plonking down next to her.

"i like ya jeans," jupiter joked since the two had basically the same pair on.

he smiled lazily. "fanks love. what's yer name?"

"jupiter."

matty quirked his brow up. "beautiful name. like the planet."

she twitched her nose. "s'pose. but if i'm a planet you can be one with me," the young girl giggled.

"yeah?"

jupiter nodded. "you can be mars."

matty thought for a minute.

"alright. why mars?" he asked.

"duno. just looks good on you," she concluded and flicked away the last of her cigarette.

a silence drowned them. while jupiter expected it to be awkward, it was slightly comforting.

"what actually is your name?" she almost whispered.

"matty," he answered.

and that's just the start of mars (matty) and jupiter.