Mallory's pov:
I wake up, still in the same spot on the couch as I was before. I look around for my phone to text Chris good-morning but I don't see it anywhere, then suddenly my smile fades as I remember what happened last night.
I walk to the coffee pot and press brew, I look over and next to the toaster is a little note that read. "Gone to work, be back soon. Your phones charging in my room upstairs. Lots of love- milo." Cute.
I wonder around the house, looking at all the little pictures on the walls. I can't believe milo lives here all on his own. It's a beautiful beautiful house. I make my way over to the fire place to look at the photos on the mantle, there's three photo frames and an urns. On the right side was a picture of a women, she's tall with long black hair and on the left is a picture of a man, hes brunet with a scruffy beard, he almost looks like milo. And in the middle was a photo of the women, the man, and milo all together. Milo looks barley 15 in the photo. My eyes trace back over to the urn and suddenly My heart sank. I'm assuming his mom died. He told me his dads a company hot shot and is never home, so in a way... he doesn't really have parents.
I make my way upstairs and into Milo's room, I grab my phone to see lots of text messages from Chris, Nick, and Matt.
Chris:
:mallory that's not me.
:It looks like me but it's not.
:I swear on everything.
:please call me.
-10 missed calls-
Matt:
:hey mall, call me.
-3 missed calls-
Nick:
:mallory peirce, if you don't answer your damn phone I'm gonna beat you with my sandal.
-7 missed calls-
What? What does he mean it's "not him". How dumb does he think I am? I decide to call him.
-calling Chris-
Chris: mallory!? Are you okay? Where are you?
: Chris I'm fine, i stayed with some friends last night.
Now explain.
Chris: look I don't know how or where you got that photo but it's not me... please mallory you have to believe me, I swear on Trevor it's not me!
:what? hold on.
I look back into my camera roll and zoom in, my good hes right, it dose look like Chris but- wait... is that matt? We'll figure this out later, all that matters is it isn't my man and I need to leave.
:oh my god your right. How soon can you pick me up?
Chris: i don't know... like now!. Send me the address.
As I go to send Chris a pin I hear the front door unlock.
Shit
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I hate you- Chris sturniolo
FanfictionMallory had always been close to the triplets for as long as she could remember. After years of fawning over matt, was she blind too see Chris right Infront of her? was she meant to? One mishap turns into the most complicated Situationships she's e...
