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it was just another normal day in the sturniolo household, none of which you mind, but today something got out of hand that really didnt matter in the first place.

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𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 (1 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖆𝖌𝖔)

"im her best friend" nick says

"no im her best friend" chris says

"does it really matter?" you say

"yes of course it matters Y/N" they say at the same time

"it really doesnt" you say

the thing is....you were both of there best friends and you didnt care who liked you more at all you wanted them to move on from there little shindig but, no, this has been going on for hours

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"CUT IT OUT" you flair at them

they both look at you shocked at your yelling

"come on you both saw that happening, and to be fair im both of your best friend so what cares" you say mad

"no?? just tell us who you like more" chris whines

"i never speak to him but you two are acting so childish, matt." i say

"but Y/N im your boyfriend" chris says

you shrug

"but im your best friend" nick raps

once again, you shrug

"come on i love you equally, not like that though" you grit

chris smiles, he knows what im saying is true

"you guys done now?"

----------later that day----------------

"Y/N are you staying over?" nick asks

"your wish is my command, want me to stay?" you ask

"yes please" he says "well ima need help cooking" he yelps

"yes, yes, watch and learn" i say rolling up my sleeve

you and nick were cooking a chicken alfredo, and it looked scrumptious, quite frankly you were so hungry you could eat a horse, but dont tell anyone.

"done and dusted, the best taught me how to cook that" i say

"and that is?" nick says emphasizing the 'is'

"that would be me" chris says hugging your waist from behind

you nod and peck his cheek

"i love you guys you know" you say

"but im still you best friend" he whispers in your ear sending shivers down your spine


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i hope yall liked it, idk? never written imagines so i hope its well enough for yall to read lmaoaoao


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