🪽 - a Sturniolo short story

🪽 pt 7 (Stuck)

   A/N: if you read the update then I'm a liar...sooooo I got bored after writing the update and finished writing part 8 (it sucks) so here is part 7 which is just slightly better ig. They are gonna be a little bit boring bc I'm trying to have a few more parts before the ending three I'm gonna have so I need two more before that, but that's for me to think about not you. ENJOY!!!

Matt is trying to find ways to distract himself. Is it working?

TW: mild panic attack, swearing, self blame?
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   It's been three days since Matt left. After he woke up in his hotel, he put in a request to change his room and left to pick up Nate at the airport. He parked up at a nearby parking garage so he wouldn't get recognized by anyone at the airport.

Once Nathan came into sight, Matt got out of the car to help him with his bags. After loading the car, Matt turned around to see Nathan holding out his arms for a hug which Matt accepted almost instantly.

The two boys headed back to the hotel, blasting music on the way. Matt kept trying to distract himself. This is probably the longest he has gone without seeing Chris. He has been away from Nick for a bit longer, but he had Chris with him. It just felt weird to be alone at this point.

That's why he was glad his best friend was here. Someone to help him get through this until the issue was resolved. Matt parked in the parking lot of the hotel and helped Nate with his bags as he got his new keycard pulled up on his phone.

"I'll send you the link later for the keycard" Matt said as they walked in the door.

"Woah this is nice." Nate admired. Matt wasn't listening anymore though. He was thinking about Nick and Chris again. Nathan noticed. "You wanna talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about?" Matt walked out of the room and came back a few minutes later holding all of his stuff. He walked over to the bed closest to the balcony and threw his stuff on top.

"Matt you can't just pretend this didn't happen. You're brothers, triplets! You've known them longer than you have been alive." Matt wanted to ignore his best friend, but he knew he was right. He broke down again and started crying. Nate ran over right away to confront his friend as he cried. They just kind of sat there for a while before doing anything else.

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Matt POV:

After unpacking a bit, I sat down on my bed. Just then I get another text from Chris: "Nick needs a video of you screaming for the end of today's video" I send the video and try to end it at that. I'm trying to cut off contact with my brothers until I get Nick's call. If Chris really wanted to talk to me, he would be the one in the bathroom right now, not Nathan.

Nate and I decided to go out for dinner later that night. I kept trying things to distract myself but I knew it wasn't going to work. This entire city is painted with memories with my brothers and everywhere I went, I saw their faces in my mind. This was going to be harder than I thought, with or without my best friend.

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It's officially been four days since my argument with Nick. Chris tried texting me yesterday, but I decided it would be best to break contact with him so I blocked him. I kept telling myself that it would be ok because he has Nick, but I just have this feeling that keeps making me worry.

I gave up trying to distract myself from the fight after watching Friday's video. Nick cut out most of what I said, but the parts that were still there broke my heart to watch. "This is all my fault" I say to Nathan as he walked back in from the balcony.

"No it's not." It's both of your faults. You were both having bad days and took it out on each other." I didn't respond. I didn't know how to respond Nathan was right, but this still shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have said what I did in the video.

Before I could even realize what was happening, my mind started racing, along with my breathing and heart rate. My vision also started to blur and the only thing I could think of was Nick.

What if he wouldn't have fought back? What if he would have just let me talk until I broke him? What if..."MATT" my thoughts are interrupted by a voice I soon enough recognize to be Nathan's. I put my hand out and he brings it to his chest and I feel his heart rate go down and his chest as it rises and falls with every calm breath he takes. Eventually, I calm down and decide to just sleep. There isn't much to do. I can't go home and I don't wanna be here so I guess right now I'm just sorta stuck.
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A/N: 775 words...Horray... I really want to know how many words it will be when I put them all into one story, but for now it's bed time. Goodnight <333 -Leah