Why do I feel like writing sad chapters that I make happy with absolute nonsense? Someone stop me.

I feel sorry for anyone who just read the last chapter than is now reading this. The vibe change is crazy.m 

This isn't a request but I was having a really bad day and my mental health is a bit rough at the moment so guess who I get to take it out on? Nick. Matt had his share already with the last chapter so Chris, don't think you are getting out of this. 

TW: Crying, mentions of vomit, Chris singing, Bolognese pancakes, bird shit, murderous trees

Sorry for the extremely triggering chapter, if any of you need to talk, my DMs are always open. 

You have been warned

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You know those days that are just shit. Like. The days that a tree could murder your whole family with a leaf that hasn't ever seen the sun before yet that's not the thing that sets you off. The thing that sets you off is one of your shoelaces coming undone. You know those days?

Well. It was one of those days for Nick.

Don't worry. His family didn't get murdered by a tree that used a sunless leaf as a murder weapon.

The author was tempted to write that though. Stay tuned, that chapter might be something she writes.

Anyways,

Nick was just having a bad day.

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Nick was having an amazing day. He was riding a horse next to Ryan Gosling as they ate inhuman amounts of garlic bread and listened to old Doja Cat.

Then Nick woke up.

The sound of Nick's alarm blaring the next morning made Nick want to stab himself with the garlic bread he had just eaten in his dream. Perfect murder weapon let's be honest.

Just five more minutes, he begged, turning over to face the other way.

His alarm was not having it. Neither was Chris.

"NICK. WAKE THE FUCK UP" Chris screamed swinging Nick's door open like he was in a circus.

"Shut the fuck up Chris" Nick mumbled burying his face in the pillow.

As I said before, Chris was not having it. If he had to get up before noon, so did Nick. Matt had been up since dawn reading this book he found on Booktok.

"Should I sing for you as you get out of bed" Chris then asked, knowing how to get on Nick's nerves.

Nick's nerves were agitated, but also curious. "If you really wanna"

Chris giggled and cleared his throat. "Ehem. DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE A PLASTIC BAG?" Chris started to sing Katy Perry like he was a finalist on 'America's Greatest Ballads' which is now a show by the way. Tune in this Sunday night to see Matt sing "Old town road" like Adele.

So if you ever got up one morning and thought "I wonder what it would be like to have Christopher Sturniolo sing me 'Firework' as I got out of bed" Nick would reply with a rant about how that is worse than waking up with a shark in your bed.

Thanks, Nick for crushing our dreams.

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"Nick, hypothetically-" Matt cut himself off as he saw Nick's face go from 'Don't talk to me' to 'Mother's mad'

Matt turned back to the stove and tried to hide the mess he had made. He didn't mean to mix the pasta sauce with the pancake batter.

Hear him out.

Imagine it has just reached the afternoon and you just finished one of the best books ever and you thought "Hey, I'm hungry, I want pancakes" So you go to get the pancake batter out of the fridge cause Chris made some last night but didn't cook it. However, your mother left some pasta sauce in a very similar bowl next to it from her last visit.

The rest is pretty self-explanatory.

"What did you do Matt?" Nick then asked, seeing Matt cooking pancakes like no one has ever cooked pancakes before. 

"Cooking" Matt replied, lying through his Invisalign.

"Bullshit. What are you cooking and why are we asking hypotheticals?" Nick then asked. Mother was becoming a lawyer.

Matt took a deep breath. "I may or may have not mixed up the pancake batter and bolognese sauce"

Nick slammed his head onto the table, dumbfounded by the stupidity this kid standing in his kitchen called Matt had developed.

"Well. I'm not hungry, so you have fun cleaning whatever mess I just made up. I need to go" Matt looked around the house, "I need to go buy more washing detergent" He lied.

He then ran out of the kitchen and downstairs to the garage.

Chris was still nowhere to be seen after his Katy Perry performance so Nick was on his own here.

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LIST OF BAD THINGS GONE WRONG
- Alarm
- Chris's Katy Perry performance
- Matt bolognese pancake mess

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Turns out bolognese sauce sticks to shit if it's been left there for more than three hours.

Example. The fact Matt left Nick to clean the mess up and didn't come back until he knew that Nick was done.

"I'm home," Matt said in a riffy voice, maybe the Sturniolos were in a sing-songy mood today.

Nick didn't want to talk to Matt. He was done with it. He had been up two hours and he had already had a one-man-Trina-style show of the song Firework and had to clean up a mess he didn't even make.

"Wow, no response, did the pancakes eat your voice box or something?" Matt then suggested, teasing.

Nick rolled his eyes and stormed off to his room. Chris entered as Nick left, it was like a rotating door.

"Why is he so mad? I've been watching some movie called Saltburn or some shit like that" Chris explained pointing at Nick, who was model strutting up the stairs.

"Saltburn" Matt laughed then he had war flashbacks and stopped. "That's a movie alright. He's mad cause I made him clean the kitchen after I stuffed up the pancakes"

Chris made an 'O' face and looked towards the kitchen, which was a hospital-level clean. "We should go out for lunch, that would lift his spirits. Right?" Chris then suggested.

It was a perfect idea. Get Nick out of the house.

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The triplets decided to walk to the restaurant because it was such a lovely day.

They got to the place rather quickly and already knew what they'd order.

They all got their meals with a bowl of fried rice to share in the middle.

"Chris, can you put some rice on my plate?" Nick asked, seeing Chris scoop some fried rice onto his own plate. 

Chris nodded and put some rice on the plate. Well, tried to. Instead of hitting the plate, he dropped the rice into Nick's soft drink, which was next to the plate. 

Now Nick's soft drink was rice-flavoured, it was a lot of rice. 

"Why Chris" Nick choked out, not sure what else to say. If he wasn't in a public setting, he would have done some WWE wrestler type of shit. They are brothers, it is ok. 

Matt thought this was too good, getting out his phone and filming it. How often was a decent spoonful of rice in someone's drink? Not often. 

Unless you the author that scenario happens more than she'd like to admit.

Moving on.

It wasn't Nick's straw yet. He had a couple left. Just a couple though. He simply got another glass since they were sitting on a table for four and swapped glasses.

Simple.

Well. Then Matt and Chris started to taunt Nick about it and added stuff to the glass.

So instead of just rice and soft drinks. It was rice, a soft drink, spring rolls, lemon chicken, and half a dumpling.

"Nick you should drink it" Chris suggested.

Nick would have rather ridden a cow that had two legs wore a pink cowboy hat and listened to Baby Shark at the same time than drink whatever potion that Matt and Chris made.

"I'm good" Nick smiled without teeth. If he opened his mouth he would pour a waterfall of vomit onto the table.

Matt didn't even dare to think about drinking that mistake. But he could think about Chris and Nick drinking about it and complaining about it all the way home while they walked. The snap memories next year would be crazy.

"Five bucks each, you both swallow that. Half each. Five bucks no more no less" Matt then betted.

Chris and Nick made eye contact. They wouldn't dare, wouldn't they?

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"Why the fuck did I drink that" Chris groaned, walking out of the restaurant holding his stomach in pain.

Note. Don't drink a bunch of shit they aren't meant to be together. Side effects include dying, regret, denial, crying, vomiting, and birds thinking you're a great target to shit on.

Want context?

"Chris stop complaining you're making me want to vomit more" Nick whined, barely walking. He was dragging his body down the footpath.

"That was the best ten bucks I've ever spent" Matt laughed, seeing both his brothers in pain. And if they vomited, it would not be his problem. Why? Part of the agreement.

"I'm gonna spend my five bucks on your payback" Chris then said, finding a tree to sit against for a second. "Ah, cool grass"

There were two trees beside each other and Nick and Chris both took one tree each to sit against and die.

Matt snapped another photo. His storage was complaining more than Nick and Chris combined. He didn't care. This was gold.

"Maybe I should just lie here for- WHAT THE FUCK" Nick then jumped up and screamed, feeling something wet slide down his arm.

Matt caught it on camera and Chris saw it with his own eyes.

"That bird did not like you" Chris stated, seeing fresh bird shit slide off Nick's arm onto the grass.

Then it clicked. Nick just got shitted on by a bird. Both Matt and Chris exploded into laughter, the kind that leaves you hyperventilating for the right reasons.

Nick laughed along with them, seeing how stupid the situation was but he was one incident away from burying himself in Peru.

"Are you three triplets?" Some old lady asked, walking past and seeing the triplets recovering from their laughter.

A sudden burst of confidence hit Matt. What's some more trouble?

"We're actually quads but one of them died last week" Matt then informed the completely clueless lady.

"Oh- sorry for your loss. My granddaughter would have loved you" She pointed at Nick then waved goodbye and kept walking.

Nick then looked at the lady and flipped her off from behind.

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A couple of hours later after Nick had showered and unbirdshitted his arm, he was trying to find something to watch on Netflix.

All he wanted to watch was Maze Runner. He saw Chris click on it the other day.

He scrolled and searched but didn't find it. Where was it? Did the Maze Runner run from The Maze of Netflix?

Nick scrolled and scrolled but didn't find it. He just wanted to watch his Maze Runner.

"Chris, where is Maze Runner on Netflix?" Nick then called out getting annoyed. He was so close to crying, the tears only being stopped by a small amount of force.

Chris came upstairs into the lounge. "It's coming to Netflix tomorrow"

The force disappeared, the tears running free down Nick's face.

"Wait why are you crying? Matt, Nick is crying over Maze Runner not being on Netflix, help" Chris called for Matt, who was in his room.

Matt rushed out, seeing Nick full-on crying. "Why are you crying?"

Nick shrugged. He didn't know why he was crying, he just was. "I don't know" Nick cried out a moment later.

Matt and Chris raced over to Nick, going to comfort him through his abrupt crying session.

That wasn't on the schedule today.

They went on either side of their older brother, sandwiching him in between like a S'more.

They let Nick cry, telling him I love you every time he sobbed loudly.

Once Nick was not bawling, he started to talk. "Today's been a bad day" he told them like he was in court.

"Did we make it worse?" Chris then questioned, trying to recall what he had done to piss off Nick. He didn't shit on him so he was struggling.

"Matt mainly did" Nick half-joked.

Matt was offended. "Wow Nick, so much for the comforting"

"You know Maze Runner is on Disney right?" Matt then told Nick. Everyone snorted, finding it funny.

They were in a silly goofy mood.

"I love you guys"

"Love you, Nick"

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My fingers hurt from typing.

I love you all and don't forget to check your walls for me. I like hiding in them at night.

XOXO GOSSIP GIRL

-Bon