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➥ REAL LIFE ! . . . ❛ want me to buy you some velcro's? ❜
"LISTEN, IT WASN'T EVEN THAT FUNNY . . ,"
dayo states, her eyebrow raised
looking in a worried manner at nick huddled over in his signature spot in matts car, his hands on his stomach laughing at a comment that she had made to kick start their video "you better cut this shit out, it's five minutes in and he's already dying"
"surely that's a good sign" matthew frowns at the girl
sat in the back next to the eldest triplet "i don't know why he's crying, because you're even that funny"
"you guys really can't talk about being funny, you do only have 2 million followers" dayo replies, looking at matt
"you have like 1 million more than us, shut up" chris comments, keeping his focus on the camera in front of them
"listen here, you little bit—"
"anyways!" matt stops them before they started arguing, like they had for the past two hours that they had all been together. the other two brother hadn't quite understood why they kept arguing, the first time they had met, chris was fine with dayo, but the second time around—things seemed different "they're a ten, but they're a vegan"
nick slowly gathers his composure and takes a quick glance at the camera and without hesitation, answers matthew "zero . . . no—well, it's depends"
matt laughs at his brother and they begin talking over each other within seconds "no, i got it" he holds his hand up to nick "i'm all for the vegans that are vegans and keeping their mouths shut about it, but once you're a vegan and you're telling me every time i'm doing something that's not vegan, that's where i draw the line."
"correct. i'm all for it, but the loud vegans piss me the fuck off—"
"the ones in the restaurants that have to make it so obvious that they're vegan" nick interrupts dayo out of excitement "like do you have any VEGAN options," he looks around the car, imitating "oh, you don't have VEGAN options?"
"i agree, i agree" chris nods his head, chuckling "carry on saying what you think dayo"
"i mean, i'm not gonna like them any less or any more because they eat fucking avocados everyday or something shit, as long as they don't make it a big thing that i eat meat" she shrugs her shoulder "keep your veganess to yourself and you stay a ten. do your thing bae"
"bae" chris mocks her under his breathe, but obviously enough for her to hear, causing her to glare at the back of his head
"absolutely" matt hums and moves onto the next question "they're an 8 out of 10 but they get lemon up cookies"
"ooo, nick" chris looks behind him, letting out a soft laugh "there's fucking thin mints—"
"on the fucking table" matt finishes chris' sentence as he points at him
nick pinches the top of his nose, stressfully "you see, i'm so happy that you guys are really putting me in the place"
"yeah!" matt and chris both say in unison
"and what i mean by that, is that you're giving me that there's other options, but they chose the lemon ups. because when you first asked the question, it coulda been a lemon up on their own time kind of thing, i wouldn't know, which wouldn't necessarily harm me" nick shrugs his shoulders "but if i know—"
"no, you know" matt nods his head, listening to his rambling
"like they happily, like out of choice. out of every other cookie? choose lemon ups? that's not even a cookie . . . that's a disgrace" nick continues, dayo watches nick rant about the cookies and his unreasonable hate towards them
". . . hate to be that person but, erm. what's a lemon up?" dayo speaks up over the three siblings shouting at each other
"oh! oh, dayo. let me tell you" nick turns to her
"—they're just cookies" chris turns and places his hand on the back of the passengers seat, accidentally touching hers "it's not that crucial, it goes down to like a six maybe"
"why are you three so fucking fussy, jesus chris" dayo frowns at him, mostly for the fact that his hand was blatantly placed on top of hers and he had no problem with it, even though there was a camera placed in front of them
"i'd call it picky" nick corrects her
"they're a ten but has the worse music taste" matt continues
"i can't do that" chris shakes his head "unless we're on aux"
"i agree" matt looks at him "i think like—a four, that's maybe pushing it. maybe two"
"like if i play stir fry by migos, and you don't know it. then it's problem" chris admits "that's bad"
"fucking hell" dayo mumbles "they only needs to be dating me for like two days, then they'll automatically know good music"
nick puts his hands up and pulls a face "okay, miss perfect"
"yes" dayo nods "thanks for noticing!"
chris chuckles at her response "they're a ten but they forget their wallet"
matt places his hand on his chin, leaning on his arm, he shrugs his shoulders "that's fine"
dayo looks at matt and nods her head in approval, then, looks at chris "and you?"
chris avoids her eyes, looking around the car and stays silent for a second, but eventually, meets her eyes and smiles slightly "stays a ten"
"the hesitation" nick raises his eyebrow
"okay, they're a ten but they can't tie their shoelaces" matt asks them
"10 out of 10" dayo response quickly, slightly too passionate
"sorry?" nick laughs
"that shits fucking adorable, right?" she shrugs "but fuck doing them up for them, they can trip"
"dayo. be honest, can you do your laces?" chris grabs his water bottle and holds it above his mouth, drinking it
"what kind of question is that. psh, of course i can" she says, a small, barely passable smile on her face
"lemme see your shoes" nick holds out his hand
dayo rolls her eyes at them "look," she points down at her feet, pulling up the bottom of her cargos to see her white & grey dunks, with the laces tucked into the sides of the shoe
"at your big age" nick holds in his laugh
"listen here, the laces are short, they don't need to be done up" the pretty girl glares at him
"so who ties them up for you?" matt looks at her
"silar. sometimes maine" she admits "don't fucking laugh. simple things complicate me, okay"
"want me to buy you some velcro's?" chris looks at her
nick let's out a loud, sudden laugh "i'm sorry, i tried, dayo. but how"
"is this how you treat your guests, nicolas?"
"only ones that can't tie their laces"
dayo laughs "fuck you . . . they still fucking sell velcro's?"
"yeah. for serial killers" chris nods his head. matt slaps his brothers shoulder as he laughs hysterically, chris frowns at his brother but laughs along with him "calm down now, it's not that funny. . . forreal though, i can teach you"
she glares at all three of them "i'm giving you a bad review"
"onto the next one, before she kills us with her stare. . . they're a ten but they call their mum and dad, mummy and daddy" matt moves on, still laughing in unison with his brothers
"that's so alarming" nick speaks up
"mummy what are you 11? i feel like mother and father is way better" chris looks at the camera
nick looks at him quickly and laces his hands together "mother and father require us in the courtyard . . . like no"
matt and chris begin giggling between themselves "mother and father makes me think i'm playing clue 24/7. is that what you say in england. mother and father," he ends the sentence in a strong basic british accent
"i don't know, i've never had a father" dayo shrugs her shoulders, and the two giggling brothers, continue laughing harder at her comment
"yeah, it shows" nick pulls a face at her
"what is it? bully fucking dayo day?"
"you know what. . . kinda has a ring to it" nick argues back with her, causing her to give him the dirtiest glare "if looks could kill"
chris composes himself and puts his hands on the top of his hat "okay, okay, they're only a 6 but they're a great cook. like—can whip up anything"
"ten!" nick exlaims, holding out his hands
"me!" the triplets look at her, the same look on all of their faces
"i know you fucking lying" chris rolls his eyes
" no, i can cook. my mums a chef" she explains "sometimes i use to go to work with her and watch her shout at the kitchen staff, it was sick. girl boss"
"he's not talking about that part, you dumbass" nick whispers to her
"oh, i know," she whispers back "anyways, they're probably a 8"
"ten. maybe pushing 11" matt admits "food is the door to the soul, or whatever they say"
"pretty sure it's window" chris corrects him
"don't correct me, child" matt frowns at him
"they're a six but they sing happy birthday like the bitch elephant from sing" chris asks
nick simply groans and matt holds out his hand "erm, two"
"i don't know, i haven't watched sing" dayo shrugs
"have you done fucking anything?" nick chuckles
she looks around the car and thinks for a whole few seconds ". . . no"
"we'll watch it with you" matt says "erm, thank you so much for watching this video. we appreciate you"
"thank you so much, we have merch live right now. link in our instagram bio" chris points to his top
nick thumbs up at the camera "link in the description"
"oh and thanks to dayo too, i guess" chris moves his hands over the head of his seat and places them on the sides of her head "she has a vlog on her channel, which has ten minutes of us in, so go watch that ten minutes and then the rest is boring, link down below"
"they actually will only watch that ten minutes though, no joke. these guys are simps for you three" dayo laughs
"i know you're not talking about simping" matt comments
"not me. never,"
"that instagram post said otherwiseee" nick teases her
"that was an accident" she mumbles "don't hold it against me. i swear i'm not usual a simp, ask my followers. i hate men"
"you talking is making it so much worse for yourself" nick says "i love it, continue"
"simp shit" matt agrees "it's okay though, chris definitely doesn't mind"
chris grabs his water bottle and sprays matt with the water in it "don't say that again"
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GIANNA SPEAKING °•❀
what acc are lemon ups btw
and also, this yt video made me crease
at the end when nick was just punching them
i was like😃 whatever u want king