Matthew Sturniolo Imagines

life's better on .. '' part 2

Part 2!!

As Y/n descended the stairs, her heart sank at the sight of her brothers' friends gathered in the living room. They were chatting and laughing, dressed in stylish outfits that made Y/n feel even more out of place in her pajamas. Heat rushed to her cheeks as embarrassment washed over her, and without a second thought, she turned on her heels and dashed back upstairs to her room.

Once safely behind her closed door, Y/n leaned against it, her chest heaving with embarrassment and frustration. How could she have been so careless as to come downstairs in her pajamas while her brothers' friends were over? She buried her face in her hands, wishing she could disappear.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Nick, Matt, and Chris exchanged concerned glances as they noticed Y/n's sudden retreat. They excused themselves from their friends and hurried upstairs to her room, knocking gently on the door.

"Y/n, it's us," Nick called out. "Can we come in?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment before unlocking the door and letting her brothers inside. She avoided their gaze, unable to meet their eyes as shame washed over her.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" Matt asked gently, kneeling down to her level.

Y/n bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of your friends. I didn't realize they were here."

Nick sighed, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Y/n. You have nothing to be sorry for. Our friends don't care what you're wearing. They're just happy to see you."

Chris nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we invited them over to celebrate your birthday, remember? They're here for you, not to judge what you're wearing."

Y/n's cheeks flushed with color as she realized her brothers were right. She had let her own insecurities get the best of her, forgetting that her brothers' friends were like family to her.

"Come on, Y/n," Nick said, offering her a comforting smile. "Let's go back downstairs together. I promise you have nothing to worry about."

With her brothers' support, Y/n took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, ready to face her embarrassment head-on. As they made their way back downstairs, she felt a sense of relief wash over her, knowing that no matter what, her brothers would always be there to lift her up and make her feel loved.

As Y/n tried to compose herself downstairs, her nervousness only seemed to escalate. She felt her hands trembling uncontrollably, a telltale sign of the anxiety coursing through her veins. She tried to suppress the rising panic, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself in front of her brothers' friends.

But as the conversation around her continued, Y/n's breathing grew increasingly labored. She felt a tightness constricting her chest, making it difficult to draw in a full breath. Panic set in as she struggled to control her worsening asthma symptoms.

Desperate to hide her distress from her brothers and their friends, Y/n excused herself under the guise of needing to use the restroom. With shaky legs, she made her way upstairs, each step feeling like an uphill battle against her own body.

Once inside her room, Y/n collapsed onto her bed, gasping for air. Her chest heaved with the effort, and her hands shook violently as she fumbled through her bag in search of her inhaler. But in her panicked state, she couldn't seem to find it anywhere.