"Why does she sometimes spell perfect, PRE-fect?" he asked.
"Well Matt, a prefect is actually like an RA. Just like me," she answered.
After Nicole graduated, Matt moved to 12 Monroe and, over the next two years, had way too much fun (or Nicole never had enough fun). Even though Nicole came back to visit and to take her first, and last, shot of Jager at 12 Monroe - they grew apart and it seemed as though Matt had completely forgotten his promise to visit her on Long Island.
Luckily, in 2010 Matt fulfilled a dream and took his feature film, A Proper Violence, to the Marches du Film at the Cannes Film Festival in France. Nicole saw the pictures and a memory flashed into her head: Matt had come into Nicole's dorm room holding a crumpled up piece of yellow lined paper, tears in his eyes and reeking of alcohol. He expressed to her then - his second best girl friend on campus - how much he wanted to write a movie and how hard it was to express his thoughts. So, when she saw his photos, she knew he'd finally done it and sent him a message on good old Facebook.
"If you're ever down in New York City, call me! I'd love to see you," she said.
"I can come down this weekend," he said.
Matt came down and they proceeded to bar crawl their way from Grand Central Station to The Village Pourhouse, Downtown. The next day, they attended the Hay block party, where Nicole was told that Matt was perfect (or PREfect) for her.
"Stop it," she said, "he's just my friend."
"You're an idiot," Selina said.
Epilogue: Matt and Nicole sat in Nicole's car in the Robinson's driveway after a long weekend up in Voorheesville. Matt asked Nicole if, despite the distance, they wanted to "...give this a try." Nicole responded with "Sure. What the hell." And Matt knew she was the one.
The End.
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