Sturniolo Triplets || One Shots

(Nick) Hopeless

Nick is sad in class and Matt notices.

(I have some ideas for them in highschool so this probably won't be the last one. Also, I'm so sorry for not updating usually. This chapter wasn't requested, but I know there aren't many Nick stories and I had this idea so I hope you like it. I'm working on some of your requests and I really hope to have them ready for the end of the year, but I'm not sure if I'll get them on time. Anyways, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Where are my Nick girls at??).

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Third person's pov

How many days of his life had he already wasted? How many weeks? How many years? One day he would want that time back, when we'd be sitting in a rocking chair, waiting for his death, looking how teens live their lives through a dirty window because he probably wouldn't be able to clean it; he would be too old, but he will have time enough for remembering his good days; the ones he was wasting then. That may be with eighty years, or may be with sixty. By that moment some of his brothers will probably had died. I'll miss them, he thought. And I can't do anything for avoiding that. A tear fought for running through his face, but he had to held it; that weren't the moment. Another wasted one.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a chop writing against the blackboard; fucking maths. He knew he was going to fail that exam, so he weren't paying attention. More wasted time.

"Nick, how did you resolve the third problem?", the teacher asked to him. The boy looked at his notebook, but he just hadn't answered it. What the fuck should I do? That worry disappeared when he heard someone knocking the door. The teacher's attention —and his classmates' too— went to the boy under the doorframe. "Matt, came in", the woman sound pissed off, but it didn't matter, because the smart girl had already started discussing the answer Nick was asked for with another kid. Saved.

"Hi", Nick said to his brother once he sat in the chair next to him. The younger smirked at him as his only answer. Then, the teacher had completely forgotten about Nick, so he kept ignoring her for the rest of the lesson. Wasting time.

Matt's pov

I arrived at the highschool at eleven in the morning more o less. That morning it was quite harder than usual for me to go to school; just the idea of doing an exposition alone in front of the whole class made me start sweating. I just couldn't and luckily mom understood me, so I went after. I was still thinking about what my classmates thought about me skipping the project, but at least I went. Mom said that for her that's the most important.

When I got into the classroom, the lesson had already started. I could feel the eyes of every single person in the class on me, so I almost sprinted to me place. Fuck, that was so weird, I thought before I sat by Nick. You are a weirdo.

The teacher continued explaining the homework which, not really surprising, I hadn't done. I looked at Nick; he was absorbed by his thoughts, completely zoning out. I didn't know why, but I tried to get his attention. This kid's not answering, I ended assumpting.

The rest of the day went on the same way. Nick sometimes asked me the time, as if he was awaiting the end of the classes way more anxiously than usual, but, besides that, he stayed in his own world. It kinda hurt me; he's usually happy, or at least not sad. He needed me. I had to do something.

Nick's pov

When the last lesson had finished, I started packing my things so I could go home. Finally over, was the first thing that crossed my mind. I knew I couldn't stay another hour pretending make look I was fine, because I weren't. I rushed downstairs and, once I arrived to the street, I made my way home. First walking, as usual. Then quicker. But halfway I felt how something broke inside of me. Something I knew that had been many times on the verge of everything; on the verge of falling; on the verge of improving; on the verge of disappearing. That thing had been holding me to myself so I didn't get lost. That thing had helped me to come out of the darkness and shine again when I thought everything around me was hell. That thing was my hope and it had broken.