One in a million...or in three - A Matthew Sturniolo Fanfiction

Chapter 1

„FUCK!" I cursed as the lamp I was carrying slipped out of my hand and hit my foot. „Could this day get any worse?" I let out an annoyed sigh. I just moved into my new house and was currently getting the boxes with my belongings out of my brothers car. I still didn't have my drivers license, so he had to drive me. The lamp I just dropped broke clean in the middle, but it wasn't that big of a deal since it was one of those 5$ lamps anyways. Still sucked though.

I just moved to LA with the help of my brother, Jake. Growing up in England, I still had lots of contact with my brother who lived in Kansas at the time. I finally finished my college exams and decided that it would be time to see something of the world after being in a boarding school for the majority of my life, since Jake and I didn't have contact to our parents anymore and I had almost never seen anything outside of England. Okay, maybe that's a bit excessive...I wanted to get out of England because I was tired of the same stuff for the past 10 years of my life.
Jake moved to LA years ago, but has lived in the United States anyway, so I decided to kind of ‚follow' him here so I could get a bit of a ‚starter pack' when it comes to meeting people, since he already has lots of friends and is really good with people on general. This gave me hope that he might help me find friends myself.

I was shoving away the broken lamp with my foot so I could get the last box from the car. This particular box was really heavy. „The fuck is in this thing?" I mumbled to myself as I walked to my new bedroom, which was still empty though.
As I was about to enter it, I tripped over my feet. Before I could fall though, someone grabbed me by my shoulders to prevent me from falling, which, fortunately, worked, but still left me with a loudly thumping heart. „Be careful where you step, Y/N/N [Your Nickname]." I heard a chuckle from behind me; Jake. He pulled me back onto my feet, still holding the box in my hands. „Thanks, Jackie." I responded as I turned around to look up at my older brother, a teasing grin on my face.

I knew he hated when I called him by this particular nickname. He also knew I hated that one specific nickname which he just called me as well. „Don't call me that, jackass." My brother rolled his eyes at me as he took the box I was holding out of my hands as he put it down onto the floor. Now I was the one rolling my eyes, even though I was thankful I didn't have to carry this 25-pound box anymore.
„I could've done that myself, dickhead." I told him as I hit him against his arm playfully.

In that moment, his friend Tara appeared, walking toward us as she brushed a few strands of black hair behind her ear and out of her face. I really enjoy her being around. Even though her and my brother are Exes, they're still really good friends, which I'm grateful for, since I've always wished for someone like an older sister, and Tara was exactly that to me.
She tapped onto Jakes shoulder from behind before he could complain to me. „Stop fighting you guys. Let's just get this done!" she exclaimed, looking at the clock on her phone. „We still gotta build your bed so you don't have to sleep on the floor, Y/-AHHH!" she squealed as she got interrupted by my brother throwing her over his shoulder and whirling her around laughing. „JAKE WEBBER, GET ME BACK TO THE FLOO-AHHH!" She continued laughing with my brother as I was third wheeling. Again. Yay. Nah, I'm kidding; I enjoy being a part of those moments with Jake and Tara. I don't know, but it makes me happy too, seeing them enjoying each others company. It makes me forget about my problems, even though I can't really explain why.

My brother now lets Tara down onto the floor and puts an arm around her shoulders, turning to face me, grinning like an idiot. „Okay then, let's get it over with for today and build your bed real quick, okay?" Tara and I nodded and now made our way to the boxes to search for the one with the parts in it for my new bedframe, while Jake looked around the house for a screwdriver and a hammer.

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„I hate building stuff from IKEA!" I complained as we finally finished building hot ebed after what felt like hours. „C'mon Y/N, it wasn't that hard to built." Jake laughed. „Besides, most of the time you just had to hold the screws." Tara chuckled now as well and not even I could resist grinning. „Well, they were really heavy screws." I chuckled along with my brother and Tara, helping them lift the mattress onto the bedframe. We were all exhausted from carrying stuff around all day, and since I had nothing inside of my fridge yet, we decided to order something.
While I made a make-shift table out of some of the boxes from the moving company, Jake already called an restaurant. „HEY, Y/N, WHAT DO YOU WANNA EAT?" I hear my brother calling from the other room, his phone in his hand. „I'LL TAKE SOME CURRY!" I yelled back.