sturniolo/nate imagines

one night-Chris

Y/N POV

I woke up with a terrible headache. In strangely soft sheets. This isn't my bed? I sat up extremely confused and looked around. Where am I? This is a guys bed! I looked next to me and nearly screamed as I saw a stranger laying next to me. Naked, I'm guessing, but a blanket was covering him. I looked around more and thought about what to do.
"Morning," he groaned next to me.
"Who are you?" I asked, still not able to remember last night.
"Wow, I'm hurt. You don't even remember my name." He sat up and smirked.
"Thanks for the view." He said, staring at my chest. I looked down and realized I wasn't wearing anything. I grabbed the blanket and covered myself.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Well, from what I remember, you're crazy good at sucking d-"
"Not what I'm talking about." I shook my head.
"You really don't remember?" He said.
"Obviously not." I groaned, laying back down.
"Can you at least tell me your name?" I asked.
"Chris," he answered.
"Well, nice to meet you," I said, sitting up.
"Again, I guess." I added, looking at the ground.
"Where are my clothes?" I asked, not seeing them.
"Probably still in the washer. You spilled a smoothy all over yourself." I sighed.
"How am I supposed to get dressed without my clothes?"
"Um, I'll find you something." He got up and went into what I'm guessing is his closet. He came back wearing pants and handed me some clothes.
"Turn around," I said.
"I think it's a bit late for that, I was literally inside you last night."
"Just turn around." He nodded and turned. I got dressed, thought of what to do. I've done this plenty of times, but I usually remember the night before.
"Done," he turned and smiled at me.
"Breakfast?" He questioned
"Sure, why not." He led me out into a kitchen. There was another guy sitting at the table. Why do they look so similar. I looked between them, confused.
"Are you twins?" I asked.
"Triplets," the other one answered, staring at me weirdly.
"Oh," I mumbled.
"You like fruit loops?" Chris asked.
"Yeah," he poured me a bowl and put it at the table, motioning me to sit down. I sat next to him, and we ate in silence for a while.
"Matt, do you -" another boy that looks the same as them came down the stairs. He stopped as he saw me.
"Hello," he said, looking at me confused.
"Hi," I said, giving him a tight smile.
"Where did you come from?" He asked. Chris gave him a look.
"I actually don't know, I kinda just woke up here."
"Oh." He looked at Chris then back to me.
"That's nice." He nodded awkwardly.
"So like, you and Chris," he motioned between us.
"It was just a one-time thing." I answered before chris could.
"Cool, cool." He mumbled.
"Anyway," chris interrupted.
"I'll go put your clothes in the dryer." He said, taking my empty bowl to the sink with his. He went down a hall and left me alone with them.
"What's your name?" The one I was talking to asked.
"Y/N," I replied.
"I'm Nick, that's Matt." He said, pointing to him.
"Do you watch YouTube?" Matt asked, Nick slapped his shoulder.
"Um, sometimes." I replied, confused.
"Why?" I asked.
"Oh nothing," Nick said. Acting like it was nothing.
"Uh, ok. I'm gonna go," I stood and motioned to the hall chris went down.
"Nice meeting you." Nick said,
"Ya. You too." I said. I found chris moving my clothes to the dryer.
"Your brothers are kinda weird." I said, standing next to the washer.
"Ya," he closed it and turned it on.
"So can you tell me what happened last night?" I asked. He nodded, going back to his room. We sat on the bed across from each other.
"So there was a party at F/Ns house, and I went alone because my brothers didn't want to go. You were there, and we talked for like 2 hours, and I guess you were a little drunk, but it wasn't bad. Then you just asked to come home with me." He shrugged.
"And you said yes?"
"Of course I did. Look at you." He said, I raised my eyebrows.
"Ok. But of that's all that happened, why do I not remember anything?"
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Was I energetic or like, did I seem like serious?" I asked suspiciously.
"I'd say serious. But once we got to the bed, you were super energetic." He giggled.
"I wasn't drunk, I was high." I said, realizing what happened. Weird, I almost never smoke.
"Oh. Well, I hope you aren't mad at me for like, saying yes."
"No. It's fine." He looked relieved.
"So how long are my clothes gonna take?" I asked, laying down and getting comfortable.
"Probably like an hour." He said, laying next to me.
"So what shall we do till then?" I asked, looking over to him.
"You like to paint?" He asked.
"Um, yes?" He got up and came back holding two painting kits, with little figures and tiny paint.
"Where did you get those?" I giggled, sitting up.
"The dollar store," he shrugged. We sat on the floor and talked while we painted. He's really easy to talk to. And pretty funny.