expect the unexpected | nick centered sturniolo triplets alt au

chapter eight; the blood you bleed is just a blood you own.

Everyday ever since he came here, Nick had been waking up with nightmares. Today wasn't any exception, and today was his first day at school.

He wasn't stressed or nervous, he thought about confusion on people's faces after they see Chris, who was always an only child, come back after a week of abstinence with a brother that looked exactly like him. It'd blow his mind if he wasn't that brother.

After waking up soaking in full sweat he looked to the side to see Chris still asleep. Then he looked at the clock on a nightstand, 6am.

He decided to let Chris sleep 30 more minutes and went to shower in peace.

Cold refreshing water hit his bare skin and he let out a breath. He looked down at his body to see bruises slowly healing, his skin becoming the color of actual skin more than a purple and green bruises. But he knew the scars will never completely disapear. Memories will never disapear.

After shower he dressed up in baggy jeans and a grey hoodie. He didn't feel like doing any make up so he just put on a cream and left the bathroom.

After few tries he woke up Chris and started packing his bag while Chris changed.

"I am so exited! Are you exited?" Chirs jumped around the room. Nick nodded humming to him in response. Honestly if he had a choice he'd prefer not go to school at all but maybe that's just him.

They got downstairs, ate some breakfast and Mary Lou drove them to school. Everything was so much diffrent from Nick's usual routine. Usually he would quietly dress up in his room, leave the house without breakfast and go to school on his own feet, even though it was quite a long way. He'd pick up Madi on a way and they'd go to grocery shop for something to eat and rush to school late because they couldn't decide if they should take orange or kiwi juice.

Now he was riding to school in his mom's car, with a full stomach, with his brother next to him. It felt so abstract to him.

They arrived and Nick looked throught the window at school. It was slightly bigger and so much prettier than the one in Detroit.

"Que pasta?" he heard a voice in a next seat and he turned his head at Chris who was smirking.

"Que pasa, Chris. Not pasta." he laughed but found it cute how he tried to learn spanish just for him, even though he could speak english just as good.

"You boys be nice." Mary Lou looked at them but especially at Chris. "And don't stress Nicky, call if something happens."

"I will, thanks." he said leaving the car. Chris grabbed the door handle and wanted to leave too before his mom stopped him.

"Watch over him, okay?" she said seriously and Chris nodded leaving the car. They knew it'd probably have to be the other way around anyway.

Nick waited for Chris, nervousness creeping in him only now. He was never a type to care about this type of thing but he felt obvious stress.

"Okay, you ready?" Chris wrapped his arm around the taller boy and he just nodded. They walked inside side by side.

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People were suprised - obviously. They asked them both a lot of questions, making Nick's day ever more overwhelming. He forgot how much he hated school.

On a break before four period he sat in a hall alone, drawing something in his sketchbook. He was really in his mind that day, everything that's happening getting to him now.

"That's nice." he heard a voice say above himself. He looked up to see a pretty dreadhead with piercings. He smirked looking back at the drawing. "Can I sit here?" the guy asked and Nick nodded.