sturniolo/nate imagines 2

time-chris

Another long one that took me forever to write.

Y/N POV

I woke up to loud voices in the kitchen. Why on earth are the triplets here so early? I'm gonna kill Nate. I got up, not bothering to put a bra on, just crossing my arms over my chest to tell them to shut up.
"There's my baby sis." Nate patted my head. I hate when he calls me that. He's only a year older. I looked around, all the triplets are here, Chris looks especially good today. Why is everyone so smiley?
"Guess what, Y/N? We have some news." Nick said, he seems excited.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice low and tired.
"We're moving to LA." My tiredness fades in an instant.
"Moving? Like permanently?" I looked between them, why the hell do they look so happy?
"Well, yeah. But nothing's permanent. We'll come back and visit." Matt shrugged. Why are they so calm? They're leaving their entire life. Just for YouTube?
"Why?" They seemed surprised at my judgmental look. Did they think I'd be jumping for joy?
"It's good for our career. It's the next step." Nick nodded. Next step? The next step is to just keep doing it. They already got a fancy ass manager, and new LA friends. Isn't that enough?
"Whatever. I don't care. I'm going back to sleep, shut up." I turned to go back to my room. I can feel their judgy stares.
I went back to bed, but I couldn't sleep. Why on earth would they wanna go to LA? What's there? Overcrowding, pollution, snobs.
Money, of course. But is that all they care about? They're leaving their family. A good family. A really fucking good family. Do they even realize how lucky they are already? They have good friends, and they're hot, like really hot. It's not like they'll have trouble finding a relationship.
Greedy is what it is. Just greedy. But I can't really blame them. I think I'd do the same. They have their chance. I guess they should take it.
There was a knock at my door.
"What?" I mumbled. Chris poked his head in.
"Nate wants to know if you want breakfast." He said quietly.
"No." I turned my head away. I can't stand to look at his stupidly perfect face. He's just gonna leave and get some super model girlfriend, and never know that I'm literally in love with him.
"You ok? You seem mad." Oh god, he's coming in.
"I'm fine," I said nervously into the pillow.
"Are you mad about us going to LA? I promise I won't forget you when I'm all rich and famous." He chuckled. I didn't laugh.
"Seriously, Y/N. What's wrong?" He sat on my bed. Half of me wants to be happy that he's in my room, on my bed even. Half of me wants him to just go and never come back.
"Come on, tell me." He shook me. I sat up, but didn't look at him.
"Will you tell me now?" He turned more to face me.
"Do you think I'm ugly?" Oh god, what am I doing?
"What? No. God no, Y/N. Why would you think that?"
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"Is that what's bothering you?"
"Not exactly."
"Talk to me."
"I've never had a boyfriend."
"I know,"
"I've never even talked to a boy romantically."
"Really?" He asked quietly, I nodded.
"Is that why you think you think you're ugly?"
"Kinda, I've also liked this boy for a really long time. He's never liked me back."
"Well he's stupid. He'd be lucky to have you." I have to tell him.
"It's you." I held my breath.
"What's me?"
"You're the boy." I didn't dare look at him as there was a long stretch of silence.
"Oh. I, Y/N. You're 16.. and I'm 18. I'll be 19 in a few months." I'll be 17 in a few months. "I'm an adult now. I just...you're Nate's little sister...that's all you are to me." He said softly. How can he talk so nicely but be so mean?
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
"It's whatever. Just..don't tell Nate."
"... I won't" There was more silence.
"Get out."
"Oh, yeah. Uh..sorry." He got up, lingering at the door for a bit before leaving. I locked the door got back in bed to cry. I knew it was gonna happen. I just didn't expect it to hurt so much.

(Time skip)

Dam, he's kind of aggressive. I kinda like it. He gripped my ass and I gasped softly into his mouth, the movie we were supposed to be watching long forgotten behind me. He bit my bottom lip then moved down to my neck. He's good at this. He must have girls on his lap all the time. Fuck, he's really good. I closed my eyes, just enjoying it for a while. He seems to be getting desperate. Good. I want him to be.
When my eyes opened they were met with a bright blue pair staring back at me. Chris.
I gasped pulling back quickly.
"Why'd you stop?" Ryan panted below me. I quickly scrambled off him, standing and fixing my clothes.
"Wha-" he turned and froze.
"Oh..hi." Dork. Cute dork. Fucking Chris. Why does he have to be even cuter?
"What are you doing here? I thought Nate was at your house." I was supposed to be home alone.
"He is, he asked me to come get something for him." That lazy fuck just ruined everything. I just got him out of my head. He's been gone 6 months and I just got him out.
"So you finally got a boyfriend?"
"What? No. No. He's not... No." I shook my head, I couldn't tell if he was confused, disappointed, or sad. A lot has changed since we last talked. But still no boyfriend.
"Well, you know where his room is," I said awkwardly. Stupid. Stupid.
"Yeah.." He walked towards Nate's room, not taking his eyes off me until he was out of sight. Shit.
"Ok, I know I'm not your boyfriend. But you didn't have to say it like that." Ryan chuckled.
"Shut up." I swatted his shoulder.
"You shut up," he pinched my thigh. I feel like I should be more amused. But Chris kind of killed my mood.
"Y/N, could you help me look?" Chris asked. Shit. I gave Ryan a look before going.
"What are we looking for?" I asked, looking anywhere but at him.
"I already found it." He said, shutting the door. I looked up at him.
"Then what the fuck am I in here for?" I sound annoyed, but I'm just nervous.
"Why are you doing that with him if he's not even your boyfriend?" He asked, crossing his arms. Who is he to be mad at me?
"That is none of your business."
"Don't do that Y/N. I know you're probably still mad at me, for the last time we talked, but-"
"You think I care? That was forever ago. You really think you're that important in my life?" I'm lying out of my ass. But the truth would be far to embarrassing.
"Ok, sorry. I just, that looked...heated. and i think you should really think about it before you do something you can't undo." I could slap him.
"You say that like it'll be my first time." Shit. He stared at me. Shit. Shit. Why the hell would I say that? It's not even true.
"You can't be serious." My anger grew, can't be serious? He thinks I'll be some pure virgin, fuck him.
"You're 16, Y/N. Shouldn't you be at school or something?" Now he's mad?
"I'm 17. Have been for a while."
"That doesn't make it any better."
"Like you were a virgin at my age." He fell silent. Hypocrite.
"You can go now. I'm sure Nate's waiting." I can tell he wants to argue but instead he just nods and leaves. I know I told him to, but I'm still kind of sad. I shook it off and went back to Ryan.