sturniolo/nate imagines

real-Chris

They used to date.

Y/N POV

I gave Noah a last kiss as he got into his car.
"See you tomorrow." I waved him away.
I went back to the triplets house, and Chris had his arms crossed, glaring at me.
"So wha'd ya think? He's pretty great, right?" I questioned happily. They finally got to meet him after we've been together for almost 2 months.
"What the fuck?" Chris pouted.
"What?"
"He's nothing like me!" He said like it was obvious.
"Ya he is." I shrugged.
"Have you looked at him? He's ripped."
"I know. He's so hot." I smiled.
"What? Did you ever even like me?" He questioned.
"Of course I liked you, I dated you for a year."
"Well, I'm not your type at all, apparently."
"I think you're missing the point. That beautiful man is my boyfriend." I smiled.
"Does he happen to have a gay brother?" Nick swooned.
"Actually, he does."
"Really?" He asked hopefully.
"Ya, but he's married."
"Aw," he frowned.
"There is no way you liked me if you're dateing that."
"Oh my god, Chris, stop bitching, shut up." I groaned.
"How would you feel if I started dating a blonde girl with huge tits."
"You guys have the same hair color. And if my tits weren't big enough for you, that's not my problem."
"Oh my god, you know what I mean."
"If you met a girl with a perfect body, would you reject her just because she didn't look like me?"
"She probably would look like you."
"That's strangely cute. But that's not the point. I like him. He's hot. I liked you. You're hot. I think a lot of different body types are hot."
"What's even so hot about him?"
"Did you see him? His face, his hair, his back, his arms, Oh, his fingers." I smiled.
"I'm gonna remove myself from this." Matt said, walking away.
"His back?" Nick giggled.
"Have you seen a muscular back? It's surprisingly sexy."
"You've never called my back sexy," chris huffed.
"Come on, are you really mad at me for having a hot boyfriend?"
"No. But you used to say you liked my fingers, yet they look nothing like his."
"Ew, you're gonna talk when you used to fuck." Nick gaged, leaving.
"I did like your fingers," I rolled my eyes. 
"I don't get why you're so upset?" I said. He sighed, trying to calm down.
"I was like obsessed with you when we were together. And I thought you really liked me to, did you just fake it all?" He questioned.
"I didn't fake anything. I loved you." I assured him.
"I have something else now, but that doesn't make what we had any less real." I  explained. He nodded.
"And I still love you, just in a different way."
"Love you too." He sighed.
"But is his dick bigger than mine?"
"Chris!"