We only had to stay in hospital overnight, as the electrocution didn't fuck us up that badly, thank god. That was a close one. As for legal charges, Nick paid with his looks.
Anyways, all three of us are now waiting outside the hospital for Lil Huddy to come pick us up. Yeah, Bolley stayed with us overnight. Slept under my bed.
"So, where the hell are we even going to stay?" I ask the boys, who were sitting on a bench together, trying to fit all the sloths into a tote bag. Why the fuck this hospital got merch?
"Me and my brothers just got an apartment yesterday morning" Nick explains, now using the last 2% of his phone's battery to take a selfie. Idiot.
There's no fucking way I'm staying in a house with Matt. I'd rather give up Galaxy for life. Well, maybe not that extreme but STILL. Thinking of that motherfucker? Makes me sick.
Anyways, I tell Nick how it is. "There's no fucking way I'm staying in a house with your brother that begins with the thirteenth letter of the alphabet. It is not happening".
"It's either that or the streets" Nick tells me, "Besides, me and Chris will have your back if Matt tries to start any beef".
"Same" Bolley adds in.
I take a deep sigh, whilst also blushing at the thought of Christopher because while the streets do sound better, I know he's right about the having my back part. Also if Chris doesn't feel the same as yesterday I'm going to have a mental break down and shave my eyebrows off!
"Thanks Nick".
"On god" Nick responds, manoeuvring the final sloth into the bag as a car pulls up in-front of us, "Aye lets fucking go, just in time".
Chase rolls down his tinted window, and beams at us, "Hey fuckers. Be proud of me, I was close to hitting someone again but missed them. Ran over a bird though".
"I don't care" Nick says, loading his tote bag full of sloths into the boot of the car next to me and Bolley's luggage, "About the bird".
"Yeah Chase, it's not an accomplishment you idiot" I tell the failed musician as I sit in the passenger seat of his car (now Bolley and Nick will have to sit next to each other. Genius plan). Anyways, Chase is so like... stupid.
"Wait, does that mean you have hit people with his car before?" Bolley asks Lil Hud, buckling himself in. Yeah, you should buckle yourself in because we could fly out the fucking window driving with this fucker. Sorry I'm being so rude to Chase, but like... it has to be said.
"Yeah, on two accounts" Chase explains as he starts his engine. How does he still I don't know... HAVE ACCESS TO THE ROADS?
"Yeah, he hit me with it. That's how we met" I tell Bolley, and he looks at me with his nose scrunched up. Yeah, I was hit by a moving vehicle and lived to tell the tale.
"Anyways, where to?" Chase asks, looking over at me as he drives. Dude, this is why you get into accidents.
"I don't know. Ask Nicolas" I tell him, opening his glove box and taking out a half-eaten bag of twizzlers, "You eat this shit?". Might as well get a plastic hose out and start chomping down.
"Yeah?" Chase responds.
Nick leans over into the front seat, showing his phone, which had the address of his new place written on it. I'm calling it Nicks house because he's oldest and therefore in charge. Fuck the other two. I'm kidding, I love Chris. I'm hoping he asks me to be... his... you know gf.
"Dope, let me put that in my GPS" Chase says, and then we're on our way. Also I just realised, I've been in so many fucking cars holy shit. I'm sick of driving. Let's take a different vehicle for once holy shit, like a helicopter. Surely he can afford one of those fuckers. Anyways, let's skip to when we arrive! Wish me luck!
•••
About 30 minutes later, Chase drops us off at the Triplets' apartment, and lets just say I'm about to shit myself, both figuratively and literally, "Is Matt home?" I ask, holding onto my suitcase handle anxiously as Nick knocks on the door.
"Yeah, but he probably will stay in his room most the time" Nick tells me, and my heart sinks to my asshole as I hear steps approaching the door. PLEASE BE CHRISTOPHER.
The lord was on my side. "Hey!" Chris smiles, stepping aside for all of us to enter the building. Nice place. It looks empty asf though but I can't blame them.
"Hi!" I grin back at him, my face burning up, he looks so cute, trashy since he is still in his pyjamas, but cute!
"This place is amazing" Bolley says as the three of us walk through the entrance. I'm already cautiously looking around for Matt, because he could come around any corner at any time... and I'm genuinely horrified of that.
"Thanks!" Chris beams, shutting the front door behind him, "We need to go shopping for some shit today, like we have no plates or nothin".
"Bitch, did I not tell y'all to go get some plates?" Nick comments, kicking off his filthy shoes and settling down on the lounge (one of the only pieces of furniture). We all follow suite.
"Forgot" Chris shrugs.
As the boys talk amongst themselves about what needs to be bought, I'm the only one who hasn't relaxed onto the lounge, because I'm genuinely scared of seeing him. Like, I'm hoping he doesn't come out of his room (idc that he lives here) but at the same time... rip the Band-Aid off. Show yourself Matthew.
"Where's Matt?" I ask after the inner torment has gone on for too long. Well, it's only been five minutes since we got here but it's killing me.
"In his room" Chris responds, and I nod slowly, pretending I don't care about this information. If I plan my moves correctly, I'll be able to avoid him.
"Tell him he needs to take us to target" Nick tells Chris, who nods and heads upstairs. Matts upstairs, noted. I will stay downstairs. BUT WAIT HE IS GOING TO GO GET MATT! HELL NO!
My eyes widen. "Me and Bolley are staying here" I immediately say, "Also I'm about to shit all over your couch! Gotta go toilet!". I quickly find the downstairs bathroom and lock myself in it.
Puffing, I slide down against the door for dramatic effect, clutching my knees and digging my head in. Yes, I know what y'all are saying. Just face Matt. Stop being a baby ass bitch. But sometimes? It's best not to face your problems!
I type a message to Bolley to alert me when they're gone and then I start playing doodle jump. What? I know it's old but doesn't mean it ain't fucking fun. It calms me down. Soothes me.
Five minutes pass and they still haven't left for the store! Something about M*tt not being able to find his keys. Bitch where is it meant to be? Your house is empty. Fucking peel your eyes open and look.
Anyways, since I'm gonna be in here for some time I open the cabinets and start looking through them, and imagine my fucking disgust when I saw three in one shampoo, body wash and conditioner. This has M*tt written all over it. A fucking menace.
I'm going through their toilet cleaning supplies when a knock sounds on the door, "They're gone. Come out bitch".
"Finally! Fuck!" I squeal, rushing to the door handle and swinging it open to find Bolley standing there like an NPC, "Thank god".
"Bad news though".
"Oh god. What?".
"Matt's invited Volley over".
"Please say sike".
"...".
"Bolley, say sike please!".
"Yolly...".
As I'm at a loss for words, I just let out the most ear piercing, violent, astronomically loud scream I've ever let out, "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"
•••
Right in the middle of our mental cleansing viewing of Despicabal Me 2, we hear a car pull up in the driveway.
My eyes dart to Bolley, who looks at me. Um... surely the sturniolo twins aren't home yet? (Yes I'm calling them twins, and it consists of Chris and Nick).
Bolley pauses the movie, "What if it's Volley?". There is a genuine fear in his voice.
"Go look" I whisper to him, nudging him off the lounge.
Bolley walks as quietly as he could toward the door, and I follow close behind him, my footsteps as light as a feather (since I'm so petite!). I watch anxiously as he peeps through the keyhole...
He backs up almost immediately, nodding a confirmation. The confirmation we all fucking dreaded but knew was coming. I suck in a scream and grab Bolley by the arm, pulling him along as fast as I could upstairs.
"What we're NOT going to do is answer that fucking door" I tell him as we're running to the furthest point of the house we can possibly find as the door bell sounds throughout the house over and over again.
"Yeah fuck that!" Bolley tells me as we're rushing into a random room and locking ourselves in. It stinks like farts and sweat in here. We're in one of the straight boys' rooms. Hopefully Chris.
"It stinks so bad in here" Bolley groans as we both slide up against the door. Must be Matt's room, because I feel like Chris's room would smell of fresh mangoes.
"It's better than opening that door!" I hiss at him, "I can't believe the fucking audacity of Matt inviting her over. Like seriously".
"Yolly, he's obviously trying to make you jealous".
"Well, jokes on him I'm seeing someone else!".
Even though the room is dark, I can just imagine the shock on Bolley's face by the way he gasps, "Wait, you are?".
"Yes".
"Who?".
"Chris. As in Sturniolo".
"I have no words".
•••
By the time the twins and Matt were home, me and Bolley were sat back on the couch like nothing happened. We just didn't hear the doorbell innit!
I watch as the three near identical brunette boys walk in with all their shopping, followed closely by an exhausted and sun burnt Volley. Oh yeah, it's like... 90 farenihet out btw. Her fault for stayin out on the porch.
"We're back!" Chris announces as he and M*tt push a giant box along. "Here, let me help!" Volley offers, putting her hands on the box. Girl, you couldn't even push a fucking tissue box.
"Did you like not hear Volley or something?" Nick asks us, joining us minion viewers aka intellectuals on the lounge.
"No, we did!" I tell him, and we begin smirking and nodding along with each other. Vulvar has nothing on us.
Chris wanders into the living room while the fucking backstabbers are pushing the (coffee table) box together. Whatever. I'm actually done. Seeing Matt again? Has reminded me how much he HURT me so like yeah.
"You have to see what we got" Chris says enthusiastically, grabbing a large target bag from the floor.
"Oh fuck I forgot about those!" Nick pipes up, clapping his hands. I see Bolley blushing while watching him from the corner of my cornea. Simp.
Chris tips out the target bag, and a bunch of these fuckers fall out onto the ground:
"Holy fuck!" Me and Bolley both shriek, getting up and looking through all the different characters. I'm dibsing the fucking colourful unicorn.
"How old are you guys again?" Volley suddenly asks, crossing her arms. She is glaring me down. Something demonic has crawled up her butt cheeks today. Also, she's sunburnt and looks like a fucking raw salmon from Costco. Matt is one too, not because he's sunburnt, just coz he's a fucking bitch.
"Shut up" Chris laughs at Volley, but through my Christopher senses I can tell he actually means it. I love him, and I'm going to fucking tell him TONIGHT. My confession is going to be next level amazing.
"I want the dog. Kinda looks like Trevor" Matt says, taking the dog sleepin bag in his arms.
"What sort of name is Trevor?" Volley starts laughing.
"Um that's our dog. And I came up with that name".
Volley immediately stops laughing and mumbles a quiet, "Oh".
Me, Chris and Nick oh and Bolley all share a 'damn' glance. I'm witnessing the downfall of VollMatt and I'm living for it. She's such a nasty bitch. Talk shit about Trevor and I'll fucking stomp your head in.
Matt has turned red in embarrassment and looks like the vegietales tomato, probably coz he's realising that he's into a fucking sadistic moron and knows we are all judging him.
"Anyways..." Chris suddenly says, clearing his throat and pulling his phone out his pocket, "Pizza for dinner tonight?".
"I'm a vegan" Volley mumbles. Of course she's a fucking vegan. Nothing wrong with vegans...But it's just like... how can you live without eating a bbq meat lovers pizza. At least once. In your life.
"There's vegan shit on here" Chris says back.
"Well I want the triple meat combo, I'm talking BACON, I'm talking CHICKEN, I'm talking STEAK, I'm talking PEPPERONI, get all the animals on there" I say, making sure to emphasise each meat product while smirking at THAT BITCH Volley. Suck on that, vegan teacher bitch.
"Same" Chris smiles at me. Look at us, ordering the same pizza and shit. We are soulmates. Maybe Mr Lennon was right this whole time. I can't believe I ignored him. I'm gonna stream the Beatles tonight as a tribute to him.
Matt must've noticed Chris and I smiling at each other because he suddenly wraps his arm around Volley's waist and speaks up, "We have something to tell you guys by the way".
I knew this was coming, and I had prepared for it, but it didn't mean it wasn't going to hurt when he said it.
"We're dating".
I have no words. No comments. No thoughts. No opinions. No questions. No views. No judgements. I am no.
"Well you make an ugly couple" Nick responds, and even though I want to morph into Vecna and snap this Volatility bitches neck, I can't help but laugh out loud (LOL) at Nick's comment. Bolley is Lolling too! Chris just sits there, looking disappointed.
"Nick we're literally identical triplets, what the fuck" Matt snaps back.
Nick shrugs, "I'm the hot one though".
"Well, whatever. We are dating so be happy for us" Volley cuts in, rolling her eyes at Nick. She fiddles with her galaxy necklace, the necklace that should've been MINE as Matt smiles at her. I'm going to puke.
Whatever. Fuck those fucking stupid fucking annoying fucking arseholes. I'm not even going to entertain their little 'announcement' with a response. Like shut up. Get out. Leave. The door is there, exit. Through it. I'm done.
"Well, good for you guys" Chris eventually says, beginning to set up the sleeping bags, "Happy for you bro". He bumps Matt on the arm.
"I'm not" Nick says, pulling a packet of skittles from his pocket, "Want one?" he asks me and Bolley.
No. I'd rather a sour patch kid because I'm fucking sour right now. Yes, I just said I didn't care but I'm fucking fuming. I'm taking their stupid little relationship down tonight whether it KILLS ME.
And I'm pretty sure Nick has read my mind because he's looking at me with our evil look. Start yelling timber Volley and Matt, you're going down.