* a comfort typa story *
Frankie's POV:
I'm not ungrateful, or at least I'd like to think that. I appreciate my friends and all their gifts to me. Today is my birthday after all.
We went out, "partied", had fun. It's not that I didn't enjoy it, but I feel so empty and bad afterwards. In the moment, I thought I would never stop grinning.
Until I entered my car and drove away from the happiness.
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After celebrating my birthday, I stayed at the Sturniolo house. We had went out with Nate, Larri, and Madi but they couldn't stay.
The reason of my moodiness was always due to my family, today it's the same. Somehow, they can't remember simple things like my birthday. Not even my father or sister can seem to send a text message.
That makes me sound like a brat, which might be true. But seriously, how fucking hard is it to say happy birthday?
All my friends can remember, even some that I haven't had a full conversation with in years. They still manage to open up my contact and type in a heartfelt message.
Not my dad, though.
I don't expect gifts or even a card, I just want him to show me that he cares. Apparently he doesn't, never has.
I attempted to keep up the happy act. After all, the triplets weren't the people I was upset with.
Nick seemed to notice the twinge of difference in my mood.
He asked over and over, "Are you okay?" I wanted to just cry and tell him everything.
But I didn't want to dump all of that onto him. The possibility of making him feel bad was something I strayed far from.
Their guest room was occupied by me, I resided there. Matt, Nick, and Chris were getting ready to film a new video. The time was nearing 2:00 AM.
I tried hard to fall asleep, never managed to. So much on my mind. My throat would close up but I didn't dare let a tear fall. I felt so dramatic.
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Nick texted me, letting me know they were coming home soon. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I desperately needed to speak to Nick or anyone. Journaling never worked for me, so I usually just talk to myself.
At this point, I felt that maybe I didn't even need a conversation. 'Just need someone to fucking hug me and tell me it's going to be alright.
I gave in and asked Nick if we could talk. Our messages felt awkward.
•••
I heard the door swoosh behind the triplets. Car keys flung to the kitchen table. Footsteps coming towards the guest room.
Nick knocked,
"Can I come in?" He asked in a sweet voice. My heart fluttered.
"Yeah, sure." I said, my voice raspy from crying. My eyes burned, they had turned red as a result. I hoped Nick won't notice, but who am I kidding? He notices everything.
Nick opened the door quickly and immediately shut it behind him.
"I missed you!" He said with a high-pitched voice and a cheesy smile, I couldn't help but return the smile. He was so effortlessly gorgeous.
Nick sat beside me on the edge of the bed and embraced me.
"I knew somethin was up, what's going on?" He said with pure curiosity. Suddenly, I couldn't form coherent words.
I felt that what I was upset over wasn't valid. My family forgetting about me wasn't the only incident with them. But it seemed so small that I couldn't tell Nick about it without wanting to jump off a bridge.
"I-" I started, then my shoulders hunched slightly.
"I don't know if I'm up for talking about it right now. I'm sorry for wasting your time." I said, not looking Nick in the eyes. However, I could feel his blue eyes staring at me.
He draped his arm around my shoulder.
"You didn't waste my time! I can stay here with you if you want. Talking or no talking." Nick said softly into my ear, his breath tickled my neck.
I gave him a small nod, turned towards him and hugged him. All I really needed right now was Nick. I buried my face into his hair while he rubbed circles into my back.
Soothing.
Nick crawled over onto the bed and motioned me to come lay beside him. I curled into a ball, with my head on his chest. Nick put on a random reality show, which put a smile on my face, hilarious.
Nick stroked my hair, holding me close.
"You'll be okay, I promise." He whispered. I smiled. My head stayed on his chest as sleep pulled at me.
My best gift today was Nick's comforting. What more could I ask for?
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A/N ON A LIGHTER NOTE, LET'S GET SOME TWINOTE SS's FROM FRANKIE'S BDAY
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A/N: I LOWKEY HAVE NO OTHER IDEAS RN.