Sturniolo Triplets one-shots!
All from my Tumblr - @lvrsparadise !
All stories and headers are all by me ! I do not give permission for my work to be stolen or translated !
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- Lily
Synopsis- This was never supposed to happen. Not today.
Warnings! - Mentions of death, kissing, profanity, italics mean flashbacks! (And are written in Y/N's perspective.) Sad Matt, crying, no in-depth description of how Y/N died, I think that's it.
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Matt's face dropped. His phone dropping from his hand as tears well in his eyes, hitting the floor with a quiet thud. He just saw her. She just left. What went wrong?
He can barely hear Nick talking from the living room. His legs give out and he drops to the floor, one hand on the ground to steady himself as the other flies over his mouth to muffle his quiet sobs.
Immediately, he can feel Nick rushing to him.
His head is buzzing, his entire body cold but so hot at the same time.
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I groan at the sight of rain outside the little gas station I'm in.
I was here for a hot dog and midnight snacks. Not to get drenched by rain. I push open the glass door and make a run for the awning covering the gas pumps. I get wet, but not soaked. Thankfully.
There're only two cars under the awning. One car pulls off and probably heads home to escape the cold rain. The other is just sitting at the pump. It's a van. A van I've seen since high school. I know who it is, but it's unlikely he knows who I am.
I sit down at the foot of one of the pumps and open a pack of gummies I got. Something to do while waiting for the rain to stop.
Unexpectedly, I hear the boy in the van call out to me.
"Hey! Need a ride?"
I turn my head in his direction to be met with a face I've grown up seeing, but never knew. I grab my plastic bag of snacks and walk over to the van, stopping in front of the driver's side door.
"You sure? I don't want to intrude or anything."
"Nah. It's fine. Get in." He jerks his chin to the passenger door, silently telling me to get in even though he already said it.
I smile gratefully as I get settled in the passenger side, now cold from the AC pumping and from getting wet running from the gas station to the gas pumps.
"Cold?"
I shake my head with a small smile.
"Not at all." An obvious lie. My teeth are clattering together and I'm shivering while rubbing my arms to create friction.
He doesn't say anything else, just turns the heat on and rolls up his window and drives off.
