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"What do you mean you can't go to the mall with me today?" Sydney whines over the phone. "There's nothing in your calendar!"

"Sharing my calendar with you was probably the biggest mistake I ever made," I laugh as I stop at a red light. "I'm going over to the triplets'."

After having the most confusing conversation of my life with Matt last night, I dmed Nick to talk about collabing. We ended up talking on the phone for a while, and along with getting to know each other, we came up with a solid plan to move forward with. We're filming a video for their channel today, and on Friday we'll film a video for my channel. I haven't decided what Friday's video is going to be, but Nick thought it would be hilarious to film a blind, deaf, and mute baking video today.

"Are you guys just hanging out or filming?" Sydney questions.

"Filming, believe it or not." I peer at the map on my phone to make sure I have the right address before pulling into the driveway. "I just got to their house so I've got to go, but come over tonight?"

"Sounds good! Bye babe." Sydney hangs up immediately, leaving me chuckling at her forever abrupt way of saying goodbye.

Shutting my car off, I grab my phone to check my notifications before heading inside.

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After collecting Chandler and Joey from the car, I give them both a warning look as we walk to the front door. "You both better be on your best behaviour."

Chandler barks excitedly and Joey nudges my leg, urging me to walk faster. When we reach the door, I raise my fist to knock, but the door flies open before I even touch it.

"Logan!" Nick beams at me, stepping forward to give me a hug. "I'm so excited we're doing this!"

Chandler barks at Nick and I shush him before hugging Nick back. "Me too! Thanks for having me over."

"Anytime!" Nick gestures for me to come inside and shuts the door behind me. "Holy shit, your dogs are so cute."

"Thanks," I beam, always appreciating a compliment about my favourite beings. "They're both really friendly, but Chandler can get overly excited."

Nick extends a hand to the dogs to sniff, Chandler straining against his leash to get closer and Joey casually bumping Nick's hand before sitting down beside me.

"You can take their leashes off if you want. There isn't anything out for them to get into," Nick offers, leading the way upstairs.

I follow Nick upstairs, looking at him for confirmation before I unclip the leads. "They're going to jump on you."

Nick shrugs. "It's okay, I like dogs."

I set the dogs free and they both immediately beeline for Nick. "Chandler, Joey, down!" I laugh when Nick grunts in surprise as Chandler launches up to plant his front legs on Nick's thigh. They get bored of Nick within moments and take off to explore their new surroundings.

"They're sweet," Nick chuckles, straightening his sweater. "Also, sorry if it's a bit of a mess in here, we've only been back from tour for a few days."

"Don't worry about it." I keep an eye on the dogs as they sniff around the couch, Joey jumping up to rustle around a blanket. "How was tour? You guys looked like you had so much fun in all the pictures I saw."

"It was really good!" Nick leans against the edge of the table, sticking his hands in his pockets. "We went on our first one earlier this year, so it was crazy to go on another one so soon, but it was really fun. And obviously it's awesome to meet fans."

Loud footsteps sound on the stairs to the basement, followed by a loud voice. "Nick, what time did you say Logan is coming? Because I just shattered my bowl of cereal and made a huge fucking mess." Chris rounds the corner from the stairs and his eyes widen when he spots me. "Oh, fuck. Hi."

"Hi," I grin at him, amused by his carefree attitude. Chandler and Joey immediately start barking at the new presence and race across the room to greet Chris.

"Hi!" Chris beams at the dogs and drops into a squat to greet them.

Nick groans from beside me. "Are you fucking serious, Chris? You seriously need to stop taking glass bowls into your room."

"It was an accident!" Chris defends himself as he stands back up. "Can you help me clean it up?"

"You're actually the worst," Nick grumbles, but straightens from his relaxed position. "And I don't know where the fuck Matt is. Logan, are you okay if I go help him clean this up?"

I nod immediately, smiling to reassure Nick I'm fine. "Yeah, go! I'm good."

Still grumbling under his breath, Nick follows Chris into the basement, his heavy footfalls on the stairs showcasing his obvious displeasure at the situation.

"Chandler, Joey, stay," I call them back from following the boys downstairs.

Huffing in annoyance, Chandler prances back over to the living room, Joey close on his heels. Left alone, I wander further into the kitchen to look at the colouring pages stuck to the fridge. I grin at the thought of the boys sitting and colouring together. It's such a mundane activity that I can't picture them doing, but yet also makes perfect sense.

"We obviously missed our calling as artists." A voice speaks up from beside me, startling me since I didn't hear anyone approach.

Looking away from the colouring sheets, my eyes land on the final triplet, whose lips are rounded up in his usual smirk. My shoulders straighten slightly, my mind instantly more aware of my surroundings.

"They are very impressive," I agree, laughing slightly. "I never have the patience to finish those kinds of things."

"Very fair," Matt chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair. "I thought it was very rude of you to leave me on read last night."

"I was very caught off guard by what you had to say," I counter, resting my gaze on the peculiar young man for a moment before my eyes drift over his shoulder and immediately widen. "Joey! Get down!"

The border collie, usually the better behaved dog, had jumped onto the top of the couch and is now delicately tiptoeing across the slim backboard, the cushions sagging under his weight.

The sound of my voice attracts both dogs' attention, Chandler appearing from where he had crawled behind the couch. Apparently not having noticed Matt when he first entered the kitchen, the living room is immediately filled with echoing barks as the dogs race across the room to greet the newcomer.

Chuckling under his breath, Matt crouches to greet the dogs. "Joey's the border collie?" he questions as he lets them sniff him.

"Yeah, and Chandler's the golden." I watch in intrigue as Matt's exterior visibly softens, a laugh escaping his lips when Chandler headbutts him. "You like dogs, huh?"

"I love dogs," Matt agrees with my assumption of him, continuing to pet Chandler and Joey. "We have a dog back home in Boston."

"Trevor," I voice my knowledge, grinning when Matt's eyebrows rise in surprise. "You're not the only one who watches youtube."

"Chris' mess is cleaned up and he is no longer allowed glass in his room," Nick announces as he stomps back upstairs, Chris sulking behind him.

Matt sniggers and rises to his full height beside me, releasing the dogs to greet his brothers again. "Did something else get broken?"

"It was an accident," Chris whines, crossing his arms defensively. "Anyways, hi, Logan. Give me a hug because you're funny and I love you."

A bubbly laugh slips from my mouth and I don't hesitate to step into the youngest triplet's arms for a hug. "I broke glass yesterday, too."

"Oh, we all saw that," Chris laughs as he releases me. "Baking with you should be fun."

"You are not allowed anywhere near the oven." Nick points at me, a grin dancing across his face. "I saw your version of this video when you accidentally started a fire."

"That was one hundred percent Larray's fault," I argue, making the boys laugh. "But yes, I do agree that keeping me away from the oven is wise. And maybe don't give me anything sharp."

"Done," Nick laughs, moving from the kitchen. "Matt, come help me get all the camera stuff from upstairs."

My dogs trot to the bottom of the stairs to watch the boys go up, but stay on the main floor, growing distracted when they discover my tote bag sitting on the floor. I brought a couple of their toys with me, and Chandler quickly digs a dragon stuffed animal out of the bag to play tug-of-war with Joey.

"Do you believe in bigfoot?" Chris asks randomly, his gaze serious.

I scrunch my nose in thought before shaking my head. "No. I feel like they would have found him by now if he was real. He's got a big foot, for fucks sake."

"What about mermaids?" Chris continues to question me.

I don't hesitate before answering. "Totally real. You can't convince me otherwise. So are aliens."

"Yes!" Chris' face erupts in a contagious smile and he raises his hand for a high-five. "You passed the vibe check."

"I'm also convinced that there is something similar to a fairy out there."

Chris immediately shakes his head. "Fairies is insane."

"No, hear me out," I insist, leaning back against their kitchen counter as I work up my argument. "Think about all the creatures that live on earth. They discover thousands of new species every year, both on land and in water. So much of earth has been uncharted; we really have no idea what is out there." Chris taps his chin, nodding his head as he follows along with what I'm saying. "And do you know how many species of bugs there are? Millions. And millions that probably haven't been discovered. We can't prove that something like fairies doesn't exist. I'm not saying magic is real, but fairies totally could be."

Chris stares at me with wide eyes for a moment before breaking out in a smile. "I am now a believer in fairies."

"Welcome to the dark side," I grin at him.

Before long, the camera is set up and filming, and the boys and I organize ourselves on the opposite side of the countertop, my dogs hovering around our feet.

"I'm mildly scared for this," I comment, grinning when all three boys' gazes swing to me in confusion. "I've seen your past baking videos. You guys fight like it's World War III and the aliens have descended."

"You know she thinks fairies are real?" Chris chimes in, pointing to me.

Nick and Matt immediately laugh, obviously thinking my belief is ridiculous.

I scowl at Chris. "Bitch, you literally agreed with me ten minutes ago. Pick on Matt if you need to pick on someone."

"That is a crazy thing to say." Matt raises his eyebrows, but I don't miss the smirk tucked in the corner of his mouth.

"Anyways," Nick interrupts, facing the camera. "You guys begged. You pleaded. You made edits. You dmed us. Threatened us. And we finally heard you. We give you, Logan Castillo."

"You should edit in clapping and put a crown on my head." I shuffle away from the countertop, lifting my hand in a queen wave.

"Or a pirate's hat," Matt sniggers, and my gaze immediately swings to him, but the sight of a full smile on his face instantly makes me forget the insult I had been ready to fire.

"Okay," Nick claps his hands to gain everyone's attention. "Today we are filming another baking video, since you guys apparently can't get enough of them." Nick returns his attention back to the camera. "But this time we're going to have two blind people."

"If Logan's blind, she's going to somehow crack her skull open," Chris jokes. "Our video will be the baking portion, and then her video can be us taking her to the hospital!"

"Yes!" I cheer, reaching out to dap Chris up. "We're on the same wavelength."

"In that case, I think you are not going to be blind," Nick shudders. "I don't do blood."

"Come on, let me be blind. I'll be fine," I insist, holding my hand out for the blindfold. "It will be fun, I promise."

Nick scowls at me before passing over the green blindfold. "Who wants to be mute?"

"Not me," Chris interjects. "No fucking way."

"I can be mute. Chris be deaf, and Matt be blind with Logan?" Nick suggests, glancing at Matt to verify the roles. When Matt nods in agreement, Nick hoots in excitement. "Let's get ready!"

"What are we making?" I question as Chris sets up his music.

"Donuts!" Nick drops the box on the counter, along with a couple funky looking donut trays.

"That seems like a disaster waiting to happen," Matt snorts incredulously, to which Nick promptly swats him across the back of the head. "Fuck off, Nick!"

"Holy fuck, I just realized that Nick is going to be mute." Chris clasps his hands together and raises them to the ceiling. "Thank you, Jesus."

"I fucking hate you," Nick barks, but doesn't protest when Matt steps closer to him to secure the duct tape across his mouth.

Matt and I both tie our blindfolds on, and the bright colours of the world are washed away, leaving only a sea of black.

The sound of rustling sounds near me, and I flinch when something brushes my arm. "Nick, get the eggs from the fridge," Chris shouts from directly beside me, making my eardrum vibrate.

I jerk slightly away from him, bumping into who I assume is Matt on my opposite side. "Fuck, he's loud."

"You'll get used to it," Matt chuckles quietly. "Nick, what are we doing?"

The sound of banging cupboards echo through the house, and I hear things being dropped onto the counter in front of me.

"Okay, Logan, here is the mix." Chris places a squishy bag in my hands. "The bowl is in front of you. Dump the mixture inside."

For the first few minutes, things go smoothly. Chris and Nick work well together, and Matt and I navigate their instructions with ease. As we work, Chris slowly gets louder and louder, and Matt raises his own voice to tell Chris to shut up. And just as I predicted, a physical altercation soon occurs, Nick smacking Chris a little harder than he intended and setting the temporarily deaf triplet into a rage.

"Stop fucking smacking me!" Chris screams from behind me. The sound of slapping answers him, followed by Chris' howl of pain.

"Chris, shut the fuck up!" Matt barks from beside me, and I feel him brush against my arm as he turns towards where Chris and Nick's voices are coming from.

Having siblings of my own, I am no stranger to fighting and violence. I am a master of tuning out arguments and turning a blind eye to physical altercations when I know my siblings need to get it out of their systems. So, I tune out the three arguing brothers and continue with the instructions Chris already gave me.

Having already added all the dry ingredients, I dump the milk that Nick already measured out into the bowl in front of me. Stretching my hand across the counter, I locate the carton of eggs and carefully crack two of them into the mixture. I feel around for the jug of oil, and find a measuring cup beside it, so I assume that is the correct measurement. I quickly locate the whisk sitting beside the bowl and start mixing, careful not to stir too fast and spray ingredients everywhere.

"Matt, what the fuck is Nick's problem?" Chris barks loudly. "Nick, get off the fucking ground, you're so dramatic!"

"Ow, Nick!" Matt shouts, followed by a kicking sound and a groan. "Don't flip me off, you hit me first!"

I continue to ignore them, humming a tune under my breath as I stir the mixture. After I am fairly certain that everything is thoroughly combined, I reach across the counter to where I remember seeing Nick put the donut moulds. They bang against the counter as I pull them towards me, but the boys remain locked in their argument, Chris now screaming at the top of his lungs about God knows what.

Matt sprayed the trays earlier, so I adjust them in front of me and pick up the bowl, deciding to simply pour the mixture out and hope for the best. I carefully flip the bowl, keeping it directly in front of me as I slowly pour the mixture out over top of where I know the trays are. After a few moments of pouring, I poke my finger into each donut indent in the trays and am pleased to discover that I successfully filled all of them. I may have also gotten batter all over the entire tray and some on the counter, but I filled the donut holes and that's what matters.

Sticking my hand in the bowl, I scrunch my nose when I feel a decent amount of leftover batter. "What should I do with the leftover batter?" I ask loudly, but the boys continue arguing, apparently not hearing me.

Picking up the bowl, I move to turn towards the voices to hopefully show Chris how much extra batter there is. However, as soon as I step away from the counter, I feel the slick body of a dog dart between my legs, knocking me off balance. My feet fly out from under me, and a startled gasp escapes my lungs as the bowl slips from my grasp. I hit the ground with a bang, my back making contact first and knocking the wind out of me. The clattering sound of the bowl hitting the ground beside me makes me flinch, and I suck in a sharp, painful breath as the air returns to my lungs. My heart is pounding with adrenaline, and I can feel the ache starting to spread through my body.

"What the fuck?" Chris questions, alarm lining his voice. "Logan, are you okay?"

I groan in response, tugging my blindfold off in time to see Matt whip his own blindfold off, the three boys staring at me in shock. "Did the batter go everywhere?" I wheeze, lifting my head to try to sit up and examine the mess.

"Whoa, hang on." Matt crouches down beside me, his brow crinkled with concern. "You should sit tight for a minute."

"Are you hurt or is it okay to laugh?" Chris questions, to which Nick promptly slaps him.

"You can laugh." I grin up at him, unable to hold in my own chuckle at the hyena-like laugh that immediately bursts from Chris' mouth. Even Nick, who ripped the duct tape off his mouth, starts cackling.

"That was an insane wipe out!" Nick chortles as he picks up the bowl from beside me. "And when the fuck did you finish making the donuts?"

"You guys were very invested in your argument." My gaze flickers to Matt, who is still gazing at me in worry.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He questions quietly. "Did you hit your head?"

"No, I landed on my back. Got the wind knocked out of me, but I'm good." My eyes suddenly widen and I immediately sit up to scan the area. "Which dog knocked me over? Was he hurt?" The blood rushes to my head as a result of my fast movement, and I hiss at the overwhelming lightheadedness as I lift my hand to my head.

"It was Chandler. He's cowering on the other side of the table," Nick informs me as he collects paper towels to wipe up the spilled batter on the floor while Chris cleans the table. Most of the spill seems to have landed on me, coating the front of my jeans and tank top, and I can feel some of the mixture clinging to my face.

"Chandler!" I call, not moving to stand up yet as the world is still slightly hazy. The golden retriever dog immediately trots around the table, a guilty look on his face. "Are you okay, baby?"

Chandler comes right up to me and seems to grin at me before swiping his tongue across my face.

"Chandler!" I laugh, shoving him away from me. "You can't eat batter, you psycho. I'm sorry for the mess, you guys."

"Don't apologize," Matt orders, his hand flying out to grip my arm to steady me as I slowly rise to my feet. "You okay?"

"Yes, Matt, I'm good. Stop worrying," I chuckle, my gaze fixing on Matt's eyes that are still scrunched in concern. Why is he so wigged out over this? "I promise I'm okay." My words are quiet, meant for Matt's ears only.

He nods sharply before grabbing a few paper towels to pass to me. "There's batter dripping down your forehead."

"I can't wait to watch that back on video." Chris is still laughing as he slides the tidied up trays into the oven. "That was fucking wild."

"I live to entertain," I grin as I wipe the paper towel across my forehead, mindful of my taped cut.

"Girl, you are covered in batter." Nick brushes a paper towel across the top of my head, but his immediate wince suggests that he only made it worse.

"I am well aware." I look down at my body, cringing at the batter dripping from my clothes onto the floor. "Hey, at least I didn't fuck up the donuts!"

"Do you want a change of clothes?" Nick offers as he dumps the used baking utensils into the sink.

"Um," I hesitate, looking down at my clothes again. They are a mess, but I can also feel the batter drying into my hair. What I really need is a shower, but no way am I asking to use theirs. That's weird as hell. Fuck, I feel bad for complicating everything.

"Or maybe a fucking shower," Chris snorts, picking up a piece of my hair to inspect it. "You are going to have a bitch of a time dealing with this once it's fully dry."

As if picking up on my hesitation, Matt nudges my foot with his own to gain my attention. "Nobody cares if you shower." His voice is low, his eyes glued to mine.

I'm not sure I like the way he seems to be able to read me so well. "If you really don't mind," I hesitantly agree. "I'm really sorry."

"Don't be, it's fucking hilarious," Chris snorts, crouching to pet Chandler, who is still hovering near me. Joey is curled up on the couch, unaware of the chaos that just occurred.

"And we'll decorate donuts when you're done," Nick smiles reassuringly at me. "No big deal at all."

The guilt eases in my chest, thankful for their understanding. When Matt gestures for me to follow him, I stay close on his heels as he leads the way down the hallway.

"Here's the bathroom. Use whatever you want in there. I'll grab you some clothes." He immediately disappears into the bedroom next to the bathroom, and I linger in the doorway of the bathroom, forcing myself not to feel awkward. Happy accident. Happy accident. Everyone makes mistakes.

When Matt returns, he presses a folded pile of clothes into my hands, his gaze catching on mine. "Don't feel bad," he demands, his low voice sending shivers through me.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I retort immediately, breaking eye contact to step into the bathroom. "Thanks for the clothes."

Matt nods sharply before abruptly turning on his heel and heading back to the kitchen.

Once the bathroom door is firmly shut, I resist the urge to scream into the stack of clothes Matt gave me. Normally, my magnetic attraction for accidents does not bother me. It gives me a story to tell and laugh over. But the fact that I can't seem to be around Matt without having something go wrong doesn't sit right with me. He is so fucking intriguing for reasons I can't explain, and I'm over here making a fool of myself. He is hot and put together, mysterious in ways I don't understand, and I'm the girl who makes stupid jokes and always manages to make a scene in both public and private situations.

Lord have mercy.

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exam season is coming and i am scared. that is all. happy saturday🩷

(p.s. i'm still fighting formatting issues, wattpad please fix this before i jump off a cliff💖💅🏻😘)

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