𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

"Anastasia, give me that right now," Nick pleads.

He's referring to my college essay that I'm trying to finish since this is our last week of high school before we graduate.

I'm trying to get into Brown. Yeah, the University of Brown that is #9 out of 439 universities.

He snatches the paper out of my hands, and I stare at him.

"You need to get excited!! We literally graduate on Friday, you can finish this next week, live a little."

He's kinda right, but I'm not gonna tell him that.

Nick and I have been friends since I switched schools in 1st grade. He saw me sitting by a tree alone on my first day and came to sit next to me. "You look interesting, can we be friends?"

And we have been inseparable ever since.

I had been bullied a lot in my other school, so my parents decided it was time to switch me somewhere better.

It just so happened to be the best choice they ever made, because then I met Nick and his family, and they took me in as their own.

My parents traveled a lot for work, so they were never really around. I always had a nanny to take care of me, but that wasn't a family.

I was grateful when, in 2nd grade, 8-year-old Nick asked if I wanted to stay at his house, and that his parents would take me to school with him and his brothers.

His triplet brothers.

I begged my parents to say yes, and because they felt bad for not being around, they caved.

Yes, they all look the same, but they couldn't be more different.

Nick is my loud and obnoxious gay best friend, Chris is the hot, flirty, popular one, and Matt... Matt is the laidback, kinda quiet unless you truly know him, extremely hot one.

They are all unique in their own way, and they mean the world to me. I have practically known them my whole life. It's just, once we got older, things between Matt, Chris, and me are different, but I can't quite explain why...