𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 ♡

𝖣𝗈 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖧𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖬𝖾? 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 4 (𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋) - 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌

Hey besties, I've been in a really tough place the last couple days and I needed to write for the therapeutic aspect of it. I figured the best thing I could do is give y'all a bonus chapter to a well loved series of mine. 

Couple months ago, iluvdogsandhorses101 commented on Part 2 of the series saying, "I'm just imagining Chris lying in his bed, unable to sleep, tears running down his face, making his white pillowcase wet, hand stuffed in his mouth to hold back the sobs." and I can't stop thinking about it, so here is a chapter based on this. 

Words: 1915

Recap from Part 1: 

"Yeah, okay, sorry Matty, I love you," Chris' words came out faster than he could process. His first thought was to defuse ay tensions, hating when Matt was actually mad at him. 

After he'd said it Chris was met with the fear that this would mean he'd actually be sleeping alone. He wanted desperately to explain to Matt that he'd already asked Nick and the oldest had turned him down. His brothers were both acting like they hated him and he wanted cry. He wanted to ask Matt why him and Nick were being so mean to him. 

But he felt embarrassed and ashamed that he'd annoyed his brothers so heavily that neither wanted his company. It would be more shameful to sit here and beg for them to comfort him. He was twenty years old, he thought to himself, he could sleep alone this once and he could handle his own sickness - especially if Matt and Nick were going to act like this. So he left it at that and closed in Matt's door, heading back down the hall then to the stairs to go down to his room. 

 ♡ Chris' mindset was strong with determination on his journey to his own room. Fuelled partially with anger and packed stubbornness, he walked with purpose. The goal of sleeping alone for the night was his only thought. He'd prove to Nick and Matt he didn't need them. He could be alone, he could do it. 

Once he made his way downstairs, he opened his room door and it hit him. A cold gust of air blew at him when he opened it. The cold air waved through his body, setting up tiny rows of goosebumps on his skin. Why did he keep his room so cold?  He asked himself. Chris answered his own question with the devastating realization it was due to his room never being occupied for long. He'd pick out his outfits from his closet but ultimately he would sleep, get ready for his day and socialize in one of his brother' rooms - never his own. The cold air was a harsh reminder of how inexperienced he was with being alone. 

The atmosphere in his space was dark and baron, making his first night by himself less than desirable. The contrast between his room and brothers' rooms was laughable. Although, tonight he wasn't in the mood for laughing. He missed Nick's soft sheets and the warmth of his bed, he missed the comforting scent of Matt's room - courtesy of his brother's love for rainforest scented candles. For a split second, Chris thought about dropping everything and running to the closest brother. But he didn't. He couldn't. 

He sat down on the edge of his bed, facing his doorway. Putting his head in his hands, Chris let out a small whimper. He was cold, throat sore, and frustratingly overwhelmed with how his night turned out. He paused, wiping aggressively at his face with his hands, trying to compose himself. A thought crossed his mind, he remembered the load of fresh laundry Matt had done earlier in the evening. Desperate for an ounce of comfort, Chris opted to run upstairs and steal the comforter Matt had washed. He knew his brother had washed it for himself, it was his spare but Chris figured because Matt was already seemingly mad at him, this act wouldn't matter much. His only focus was how comfy he was about to be - all wrapped up in Matt's fleece comforter, Chris' favourite one. 

The youngest made his way up the stairs, turning on his iPhone flashlight when he noticed it was impossible to see the stairway with how dark their house was. Chris never identified with being afraid of the dark, however with him all alone, it suddenly became a new fear. He made the task a quick one, and quiet - the last thing he wasn't to do was wake up Matt, again. Chris tiptoed across their living room then kitchen area and towards the washer and dryer. He grabbed the black fleece blanket from where it laid across the dryer. He noticed Matt had also washed a few of Nick's hoodies, they were piled neatly in a basket. Chris reached for his favourite, leaving the others in disarray due to his search. With his items in hand, the younger walked back to his room.