Sturniolo Triplets Imagines & More

What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

First I just wanted to say thank you to all the people that have added this book to their library, starred my works and read my books. You guys mean an awful lot to me. I've grown a lot with this app. By the summertime, I don't know if I'll be writing anymore.

I'm a senior this year and I'm 18 in March. I want to finish my books but I always have a lot going on and I can't even drive or have a job yet so I need to work on that. I'm just growing up and unfortunately this Wattpad thing doesn't seem to be able to continuously grow with me, and instead often times makes me feel like I'm being held back.

It's nothing against the app, I just feel like my passion for writing has gone done since I started in like 2017 which is normal. I wish I could sit in my room on my bed with my computer writing for the rest of my life but that's just not the direction I see myself going in. I don't want to get too emotional because I'm not leaving quite yet.....

so here's another chapter cause I've been gone for a while working on my books.

CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO
Summary: In which you've been sad for a while, and Matt and Nick start to notice, however, you don't want them to tell Chris.
Warnings: Depression, anxiety, keeping secrets, Chris' kinda dumb, body image issues, cyberbullying, marijuana use, loss of a parent, mentions of hospitalization/mental hospitals

I'm planning on making another version for Matt.

Y/n's POV

The autumn air breezed past me causing me to shiver. The colder months were always so hard for me. The seasonal depression kicked in making me more bitter than usual. However, there were good thing's to look forward too such as the winter holidays and Thanksgiving which I usually spent with my best friend, now boyfriend, and his family. Chris and I started dating recently in July. We spent the weekend of the fourth together all the way until their birthday. He knew everything there was to know about me, and I of him.

It was a typical friends to lovers. I lived down the street from their new LA house and introduced myself a few days after they moved in. They were the complete opposite of the usual LA snobs and I adored them for it. We easily fell into a friendship. I was invited to their Boston home last year for Thanksgiving. It was the first one I had gone to since my mom passed and she was all I had, so it was very special and emotional for me. Especially since we had just come out of COVID and seeing people again for the first time in a year. I no longer felt alone.

Even as I think of these good memories, I can't help but reminisce on the moments of mine that weren't so good. The bad moments between my dad who left, the horrible arguments with my mother who was gone now, moments I could never go back in change or apologize for.

I also was in college. I was learning about cosmetology. Specifically hair and nails. I had an assignment that I hadn't started about the chemicals in hair dyes and how to properly size and cut acrylic nails. None of it I had even started. The pressure consistently looming in the back of my mind while I scrolled on TikTok. Chris has known about my depression and anxieties since we met. He was always there and always suggested ways to help me talk about it. His favorite thing to do was talk. He liked to talk about the good and the bad, the pretty and the ugly. He supported me through everything, but I could tell that this sudden drop was going to be a bad one. Often times I wondered if I was bipolar, but I was never one to self diagnose.

Even the funny videos were missing from my FYP and instead it was filled with stupid, and sometimes terrifyingly relatable depressing TikToks. The kind that make you question your existence. I sit up from Chris' bed. Yes, talking with Chris always helped me feel better but Matt was a whole other story. We both struggled with mental health, sometimes I'd be with Chris and he'd hold me and reassure me while Matt brings me down from the ledge. It's a sad triangle we've created. There of course are plenty of times where I've helped Matt.