chris sturniolo & yn

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Y/n pov:

So I'm in the middle of nowhere right now. How? I guess I just flipped out. People are probably looking for me but I just want some fresh air. Maybe I went a bit too far for some "fresh air". Okay I'm done I need someone to pick me up.

I opened the Uber app and it said "$254.50" to get home. So I don't get an Uber. Okay. I'm mad at Chris that means I can't really call Matt.
Someone's calling me. It's Bryce. Do I really answer it right now? Oh well.

"Hello?" I ask him.
"Y/n! God I thought you were kidnapped"
"Jeez"
"Okay okay. Where are you right now? Everyone is freaking out right now."
"I'll send you location"
"Okay let me get the triplets"
"NO!"
"What?"
"I mean no thanks. They're probably going to be asking me a bunch of questions. And I think they should just rest"
"Should I tell them your okay?"
"No no I will."
"Okay send me your location right now. I'm in the car"
"I am"

10 minutes later I heard rustling noises. I grabbed a sharp stick next to me it probably had some bugs of red ants but it will protect me. I see a figure I really hoped it's Bryce but to my dissapointment it wasn't. An old man? No. A very very very very very very drunk old man.
"Hey pretty girl"
"Fuck off"
"You shouldn't be using such language should you?"
I roll my eyes but point the stick towards him. He put his hands in surrender.
"Listen. I'm not here to fuck you Im not a pedo"
I snicker.
"Want a drink?"
"You just asked a minor for a drink?"
"Right. Your not 21. Sorry bout that"
He sat motioned for me to put my stick down and so I did. He took a seat quietly next to me.
He looked me up and down then went back drinking his beer.
"So. What brings you here to my home?"
"This is your home?"
"Yep. I call it 'La Belle Maison' "
"The beautiful home?"
"Correct. Did you study french"
"Yes I still do"
"My wife taught my kids and I when we moved into our new house"
"If you don't mind me asking. What happened to them?"
"My wife died. Lost money she was our main source of income let's say. I was stubborn to get a job. As soon as we got kicked out of our house my kids left me and got real jobs. My son worlds youngest richest Entrepreneur. My daughter worlds successful chef."
"And they just left you?"
"I deserve it though"
"No you don't..."
"Patrick."
"Patrick. You don't"

I hear someone fall over and my phone pings. I see a message "Im here". I look at Patrick.

"Go. I'll see you sometime again?"
"Yes you will Patrick. I promise you one day they will come back for you"
"Um."
"Y/n"
"Y/n when you get home I want you to shout Ma Belle Maison"
"Yes I will Patrick"
"Bye Y/n"

"Dude who was that?" Bryce asks me. I smile softly.
"Patrick."
"Patrick?"
"Yes. He's homeless and his kids left him and his wife died"
"Damn. I hope I didn't take too long" He says while opening the car door for me to enter.
"No"

Suddenly, I got a million texts and calls and my phone was buzzing so much I let go of it.
"Fuck" I muttered under my breath.

Bernard 🔮 : (312 texts and 46 missed calls)
BABES 🤍 : (200 texts and 32 missed calls)
Nick 🥵 : (4,092 texts and 200 missed calls)
Wifeyyyy : (109 texts and 67 missed calls)
Paw Patrol 🤭 : (299 texts and 10 missed calls)
Vinnie 🫣 : (35 missed calls)
Trilly 😍 : (3 texts)
Malcom 🙏 : (90 texts)
Adopted Rat 👨🏾‍🦯 : (71 texts and 5 missed calls)