Sturniolo Brother one shots

Nick-ED p3

⚠️⚠️Ed ⚠️ if this triggers you don't read

Btw I changed the number slightly in p2 so yeah

This is based on my personal problems with Ed's. If you even need help feel free to reach out. This is a safe space.

Go drink water.

Nicks pov
130
That's not thin enough.
Not yet.
You can do so much better then 130. Matt and Chris both way less then 130. Just make it to 120. 120 and you can stop.

It's been a few weeks since I've talked to Matt. We haven't have a decent conversation since he caught me throwing up. Though every time I pass him he gives me a worried look.

I walked into the kitchen to see both my Bothers sitting down eating buttered pasta.  

"Nick you want some pasta?" Matt asked me as I came into the room.

"No thanks." I replied as I grabbed a glass of water.

"Dude you need to eat. I haven't seen you eat all day and it's almost 10pm" Chris told me, though it's true. I haven't aten since breakfast yesterday. In fact  I haven't eaten more then 52 calories In over 3days, but I sure wasn't gonna start now.

"Im just not Hungry. It's not a big deal." I told them.

"Nicolas."

"Christopher?" I replied with a slight smile.

"Nicky. "

"Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine." I replied annoyed, as I walked over to the counter and grabbed a bowl, quickly putting pasta in it.

Shit, no. I can't.
You have to.
No. No . No.
Just eat a few bites and throw it up later.
Yeah. Okay. I can do that.

After a few minutes of me eating I felt sick. So many calories. Too many. I hadn't even eaten all the pasta before I walked up to the counter and threw it away. Then quickly walked to my room before Matt or Chris made a comment.

Ugh. I can't. I waited a few minutes before I grabbed a pen and walked to the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me and continued to stick the back of my pen down my throat, slightly throwing up each time.
Again.
Again.
Again.

I told out the scale and weighed myself.
If it's over 120 keep going. You can't stop yet. Your too fat.
129
Not good enough.
Keep going.
You have to make it to 120.
120 and you Can stop.

Chris Pov

"Is it just me or has he really not been reading?" I asked when Nick left the room.

"He hasn't. He didn't even eat half the pasta." Matt told me. I hadn't even noticed.

"I'm getting worried about him. He looks like he's loosing weight to." I replied.

This was scaring me. Nick couldn't be doing this on purpose could he? He's amazing the way he is. Always has been. Always will be.

After a few more minutes I heard something like throwing up in the bathroom.

"Do you hear that?" I asked and received a nod from Matt.
"He's not."
"He is."
"Shit."
We both ran to the bathroom.

Nick Pov

Again.
Again.
Again.

I went to stick my pen down my throat again as I heard the door open.
Fuck.
I forgot to lock it. How could I be so stupid.

"Nick!"

I'll continue the next part after I get back from school then write another Matt one, then Chris.
Anyways
Make sure you eat sleep and drink.
Have an amazing day
I love you