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Stomachache- Chris

Hey guys!!
Sry I haven't posted recently but I'm trying to get a couple out soon!!
This isn't a request I just felt like writing one after reading a couple similar ones. Idk if I love this one but whatever 🤷🏼‍♀️
I'm gonna keep doing requests rly soon!!
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The boys were out for a celebratory dinner with Laura, Madi, Nate, Elmer and Alahna. They had just hit three point five million subscribers ( manifesting yall), and had been surprised by all their friends. The restaurant was much fancier than they were used to, and they were dressed in suits and ties (The picture above :))
" Dude, stop hogging the menu. I didn't get one." Matt leaned across the table to snatch the menu from Chris. " Jeez, kid."
" Hey!" Chris cried. " I don't know what I'm getting yet."
" Too bad." Matt stuck out his tongue like a kid, sending Chris into a fit of snorting giggles.
" Guys." Nick said under his breath. " Shut the fuck up. You're so embarrassing."
" Bro." Matt paused, grabbing another piece of bread from the basket. " This restaurant is so fancy that they have complimentary bread. Complimentary, dude."
Madi and Alahna were engaged in a full blown conversation about the chicken and the egg beside the boys. They were laughing loudly and had pulled out their phones to check something.
Elmer and Nate were across from each other on the other side, talking animatedly about Elmer's new song. Nate was gushing about it like a fangirl.
" What're you getting?" Chris asked. He still had no idea what to get. The menu was so overwhelmingly long that he just didn't have the patience to read through it.
" Chicken fingers." Nick grinned, taking a sip of water.
" Ba-by." Matt groaned, elbowing Nick in the ribs. " I'm getting a burger."
The lights in the restaurant were dimmed slightly, illuminating the shadows across everyone's faces. A large fountain trickled in the center of the room calmingly. A waiter came over and smiled widely.
" Hey, can I get your orders?" She pulled out a pad of paper and a pen.
" Caesar salad please."
" Um- what was it called? Oh yeah, the House ribs."
" I'll have a burger please."
" Spaghetti and meatballs."
" Can I have nachos?"
" We're gonna share that." Madi said, after Alahna had ordered.
" Chicken fingers please."
" Alright." The waitress nodded and looked at Chris. " What about for you?"
" Uh- do you have chicken alfredo?"
" We do."
" I'll have that then, thanks."
The lady nodded and walked away from the table.
The conversations around the table continued.

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The food had arrived about half-an-hour ago, and everyone was done eating. Matt, Nick and Alahna were arguing about ketchup. It was getting heated. Everyone else at the table was watching in amusement, laughing.
Chris shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The pasta had settled heavily in his stomach, and he felt gross.
" I-I'm going to the bathroom." He mumbled, standing up.
" You good?" Nick asked, noticing how his brother was slightly bent over.
" Mhm." Chris turned and strided to the mens room, slamming the door shut and doubling over. A dull pain had begun to throb inside him. He wished he could just throw up all the food and feel better, but he didn't feel nauseous. He sat on the toilet lid with his head in his hands, trying to distract himself from the consuming pain.
" Chris?" A familiar voice called from outside the door. " What's going on? You've been in there for at least fifteen minutes."
Had it really been that long? Shit.
Chris opened the door to see Matt leaning against the sink, arms crossed.
" Nothing. I'm fine." Chris caught a glimpse of himself in the grainy mirrors. He thankfully didn't look as bad as he felt.
Matt raised an eyebrow. " And the truth?"
Chris sighed and leaned over to brace his elbows on the counter. " Fucking ate too much."
" Dumbass." Matt laughed softly and placed a hand between Chris's shoulder blades. " Think you can go back out? This whole party was for us..."
" Fuck." Chris swore at his aching stomach. " Yeah. Yeah, of course. I don't want to ruin this."
Matt smiled and led him back to the table. No one seemed to notice their arrival, cheeks flushed from laughing so hard. Matt easily slid back into the conversation, but Chris couldn't focus. He hummed a couple times when he was asked questions, but overall didn't add too much.
" When are you guys coming back to LA?" Madi asked.
" Uh- probably not for a couple months, I think." Nick said, looking at Matt to confirm. " It's our dad's birthday, so we have to be in Massachusetts for that..."
" Yeah." Matt agreed. " And Chris has that meeting thing with- Chris?"
The boy across the table was grimacing, one hand rubbing insistently as his abdomen under the table. His eyes were unfocused.
" What?" He looked up in confusion, trying to remember what they were talking about. " Oh- yeah. I do."
The conversation continued to a new subject ( whether or not belts were a fashion statement), but Matt didn't hear any of it.
" Chris?" His voice was soft and probing. The boy looked up to meet his eyes and grimaced.
Matt stood up suddenly, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair. " I think we have to go- sorry guys. We're catching an early plane tomorrow."
Nick raised his eyebrows and checked the time. It was only eleven, but his intuition told him not to question his brother.
Everyone chorused their goodbyes, deciding to stay a little longer. Matt rounded the table to subtly grab Chris's arm and guide him to the door. Nick followed quickly as they exited the restaurant into the muggy air.
" What's going on-?" He asked, noticing the look that Matt and Chris shared.
" 'Feel like shit." Chris groaned as Matt unlocked the car to let them all in. He slumped into the passenger seat and curled up, loosening his tie.
Nick frowned from the backseat. " Do you have a fever?" He reached to feel Chris's forehead, then frowned deeper when he seemed to be at a normal temperature.
" It's not like that." Chris mumbled as Matt pulled out of the parking lot. His stomach gurgled loudly.
" Oh." Nick said, suddenly understanding. " I think I have Tums at the hotel-"
Chris closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair. " I feel like if I put anything else in my stomach it'll explode."
" Ew." Matt gave his brother a sideways glance as they arrived at the hotel they were staying in.
The three quickly entered and took the elevator to the fourth floor. Nick pulled out their camera to film an outro to the vlog they were filming.
" So we just went out for dinner with our friends-"
" The food was really good, huh Chris." Matt nudged his brother as they walked down the hallway.
The movement startled a burp out of Chris and he flushed. " Yeah, it was pretty good. A lot though."
It definitely didn't taste good at the back of his throat.
Nick turned off the camera and opened their door, pulling off his tie and heading to the bathroom.
Chris moaned and flopped face first onto the bed he and Matt were sharing.
" Why don't you get changed? Maybe into something more comfortable?" Matt offered, setting their bag down on the floor.
" 'Kay." Chris pulled himself up and rummaged through his messy suitcase. He slipped on some loose sweatpants and pulled the waistband low so it didn't put any more pressure on his belly. Where were all his hoodies? He pulled off his dress shirt, sighing in relief.
" Matt, where are my-" He turned around to look in the other suitcases.
Matt was about to answer when he caught sight of Chris's exposed stomach. It was more bloated than he'd ever seen, protruding where his normal, flat stomach never did.
" Fuck dude." He breathed, unable to pull his gaze away.
" What-" Chris followed his gaze then blushed furiously, pulling on a shirt.
" When's it due?" Matt joked, moving to jab Chris's stomach lightly.
" Fuck off." He growled, shoving Matt's arm away.
Nick came out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet from his shower. " I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to sleep."
The two nodded and brushed their teeth in record time. The best thing for Chris to do was probably sleep it off.
" Here." Nick tossed a Tums across the room to Chris, who swallowed it quickly. He slid into bed beside Matt, still a little pissed at him for the pregnant joke.
" 'Night." Nick mumbled, turning off the lights.
" G'night." Matt whispered back.
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It was about half an hour later when Matt woke to the sound of rustling beside him.
" Chr's?" He mumbled drowsily. " Stop moving so much."
" Sorry." He said back, curling into a ball.
Suddenly Matt was wide awake. " Is it your stomach?"
" Mhm."
" Want me to rub it?" It was a bit of a strange offer, but that's what their mom used to do when they were younger and sick. Matt decided to take Chris's silence as a yes, and gently reached his fingers to touch the hot flesh.
" It hurts." Chris whimpered.
" I know love." Matt soothed, rubbing gentle circles. " Close your eyes, ok?"
Chris complied, and eventually fell asleep.

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