𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰-𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓽 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓭 ___(𝓨/𝓝)

𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓞𝓾𝓽

Hello, everyone! My name is Diana.

This story has been making its way into my mind for a few months now, but it was until now that I got the courage to actually sit down and start writing it.

Something you must know is that English is not my first language so, sorry in advance if you notice any mistakes regarding spelling or grammar, hopefully it will not affect the meaning of the plot as much. I'm still learning.

This is my first and probably only Sturniolo Wattpad story. I would like to state the fact that although I am part of the Sturniolo Triplets fan base, this fanfiction is based on that: Fiction.

So, any details concerning their personalities, tastes and/or experiences have been modified for purposes of the narrative.

Finally, it does contain explicit content. Of many kinds.

This is not a generic love story, and the plot is slow as I want every character to be well defined. The Sturniolo Triplets are involved, but the main point of view is seen through ____(Y/N)'s eyes.

If Nick, Matt or Chris ever come across this and express they are uncomfortable with it, I will definitely delete it.

Thank you and enjoy! :)

"My life was also a black spot on a white canvas. -but then someone took me to a museum and called me art."-Elvira Sastre.

I can feel my hands getting cold. It's because I'm nervous. Many things make me nervous: Needles, closed spaces, snakes... but specially the mandatory sessions with my psychologist, Emma. I'm genuinely afraid that she's going to look me in the eye and find some deep problems in me. You know, the irreparable kind. That is why I have not really opened up to her. She's not bad at all. Actually, she's kind of nice. She respects me when I don't want to talk and lets me put on my earphones until our session is over. I haven't seen her in a while, but I'm starting school in a week and Julie thought it would be a good idea for me to talk about it. Julie is my foster mother. She is amazing, but I don't really tell her that. She literally saved my life, but I don't know why. Sometimes I wonder if she ever did something bad before and now is trying to make her way up to Heaven by taking a homeless child into her house.

-____(Y/N), it's your turn- I hear a nurse calling me. I stand up and make up my mind: Do not open up. Do not share anything. Do not cry... do not break.

-Woah, long time no see- She says, as I close the door. I only nod and take a seat in front of her. -So... what 's new?- The room goes silent, I don't really know for how long-Julie mentioned you're going back to school, how do you feel about that?-she says in a sweet voice. I just shrink my shoulders.

-I'm patient and I know one of these days you're going to spill the tea to me. Anyways, I thought it would be a good idea to watch a movie, what do you think?- We have never done this, but I figure she's tired from the silence every time I come here.

-What would you like to watch? I have Netflix, HBO... Your choice. But I confess that this cold weather makes me want to watch some Disney.

-Disney sounds good- I tell her- And you can choose, I don't mind.

-I was expecting you'd say that- She giggles. It's not like I'm a big Disney fan. In fact, it's been years since I watched a Disney movie, but it reminds me of my childhood.

I remember once my dad and I went to a store where you could rent movies. I don't really remember the name of it. I chose Snow White, a safe option. We were walking back home, when he told me he needed to go to the bathroom and luckily we were close to a gas station.. He told me "Keep walking, we're close, just walk and I'll meet you home.", so I did. Then, I turned around and saw him running in the opposite direction. When I got home, my mother blamed me for being stupid enough to trust his word. Years later, I understood that my dad was an alcoholic and that he wouldn't come back until some days later, when he had spent all of his money drinking. I never told anyone this because they wouldn't focus on the fact that I got to watch Snow White over and over, without the sound of my parents yelling at each other and eventually yelling at me. They would pity me and I'd hate that. So, I let Emma choose.