𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 ! 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

été cruel (c. sturniolo)

↳ summary: in which their romance comes to a halt as the end of summer rolls around the corner, but fate and the fall time have other plans in mind.

↳ warnings: swearing and angst.

↳ author's note: title loosely translates to cruel summer in english from french.

THIRD PERSON POV
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

y/n knew that as soon as she touched down in los angeles that warm june evening, that the city of angels was gonna break her heart in one way or another. she knew she was gonna leave with a heart heavy as lead, permanent exhaustion from the sun and an insatiable longing for some boy she met on vacation.

hailing from boston, the girl aimlessly wandered around the foreign airport, waiting to spot her sister in the sea of people. the girl sat in one of the highly uncomfortable plastic chairs, watching the people as they passed her by. for a split second, her attention was captivated by a guy around her age, well technically three of them but main the one that walked in the middle. he was the second tallest of the three, with unruly shaggy hair and a smirk that could only be rivalled by a young marlon brando. she easily knew of the triplets, as it was because of their worldwide social media take over and that they were also from boston but they've never crossed paths, both living incredibly different lives.

shaking her head, she went back to people watching, until she felt someone staring at her. looking up, she met the eyes of the same boy that had previously caught her attention. flashing a nervous but kind smile, she went back to her business, sighing happily when she spotted her sister walking toward. without a moment's hesitation, y/n ran toward her sister that was older by just over a year.

the two embraced one another, chattering amongst themselves before walking back to y/n's seat, grabbing the younger l/n's belongings and making their way out of the airport. laughing as they caught up, talking about the last six months that has separated the two, both apologizing for having been so busy and unable to see each other. the two had been inseparable since yn was about one year old and her sister, giana, had been just over two years old.

"so y/n, my friend sab is throwing a small party tonight and she invited me and when i told her you were gonna be in town, she invited you as well!"

"wait like sab quesada? bro i've been dying to meet her, you never shut up about her and i'm sad i've never met your best friend here."

"so you'll come?"

"of course!" the younger l/n laughed, climbing in shotgun, briefly looking out the window, only to meet the eyes of the same boy from inside.

"bro he's so fucking cute." y/n giggled, lightly and discreetly gesturing to the boy she had yet to learn the name of.

"dude that's chris! and his brothers nick and matt, they're friends with sab." giana spoke, rolling down the window and waving to them as she passed them, coming to a slow, rolling halt as chris walked over.

"giana holy fuck, it's been what, three months?" chris laughed, dapping the older l/n sister up as he leaned against the side of her car.

"yeah, you going to sab's tonight?"

"yeah wouldn't miss it for the world, sab said you've got someone we're supposed to meet."