Sturniolo Triplets || One Shots

(Chris) Broken wrist

Chris has broken his wrist while a lacrosse game and he needs some help from his brothers.

TW: Broken bones (just mention).

They are in highschool for this one. Senior year.

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Matt's pov

I woke up. It was a nice Sunday morning I couldn't wait to waste playing Fortnite. The problem? Well... it has name and it's called Christopher.

"Mo-morning", I said surprised as he walk into my room. Why has he got into my room? Doesn't he have his own?

Chris sat by my side and started shaking me with no guilt.

"Morning", he spoke fast, really fast. "I need your help".

A sigh escaped my mouth. I had just opened my eyes and Chris was already on me, literally.

"What's it?" I looked at his arm; it was casted. Fuck, I forgot. "How's your wrist?"

He didn't answer and just pulled me by my leg and dragged me out of the bed. This kid...

"What are you doing? Can you speak or you've forgotten?" He was getting on my nerves. "Seriously, Chris. What's going on?"

"Just come, please". I got up and followed his steps. A few seconds after, we were in the kitchen.

He kept silent. Why wasn't he speaking? I guessed I just had to wait.

"What's that important, Chris?" Once more, he didn't answer. Instead he opened the fridge and started looking for something. I was starting to get actually mad.

Chris took his time. When he finally found the item, his face brightened. After a while, he showed me a blue can.

"Here. Can you open a Pepsi for me?" He was widely smiling. I'm gonna kill him.

"You must be kidding me". If gazes killed, Chris would have been dead by then. Oh, poor kid, I was more than pissed off.

Then, Chris stoped smiling at me and changed his expression. Those puppy eyes... He always did that when he wanted something, but I was too mad for that. It wasn't gonna work that day.

"Please..."

I wasn't gonna fall into his tricks, not that day.

"Matt! I can't do it! That asshold broke my wrist!"

I wasn't gonna do it. I wasn't...

"Please", his voice cracked when he spoke. Fuck, he's about to cry.

"Chris!" I sighed.

That kid could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he was right, he couldn't open it himself. I took the can and opened it.

"Here, but just, tell me the next time, okay?" Chris nodded and took a sip from the drink.

"Thank you".

We stayed like that for a few seconds; Chris drinking from the Pepsi; me looking at his wrist. A boy from the other team jumped over him in our previous game. I felt really bad for Chris, he was about to score and that animal end up hurting him.