《to the moon and back || christopher sturniolo》10
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me and my family are about to leave for the airport and chris is still here. along with the necklace, he gave me a sweater of his. im still crying that i have to leave boston and my best friends.
"im gonna miss you so much y/n. i dont want you to leave me," chris whines hugging me.
"i dont wanna leave either," i choke on my tears.
"come on y/n, we have to leave right now," my dad interrupts.
a tear rolls down chris' cheek and i give him one last tight hug. he hugs back holding back tears.
"tell matt and nick ill miss them a lot."
"i will."
i pull away from the hug.
"alright we really have to go y/n come on," my mom says.
i grab my stuff and leave my house for the last time. i take a picture of the house so i never forget about it and chris gets in his car (lets pretend he can drive and has a car) and leaves. i wave to him and he waves back.
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(i said this chapter would be at the airport but its actually on the plane)
"y/n you have got to stop crying about those boys," my dad says which causes me to cry more but silently.
"y/n-" my mom starts before i cut her off.
"just stop. there is absolutely no reason we have to leave boston. if you guys would just let me voice my opinion on it then this wouldnt be happening," i whisper yell through tears.
"you can make better friends like this," my dad says.
i look at him with disgust and shock.
"what do you mean better? those triplets are always there for me and they arent fake just like the ones i used to have. you saw how my old friends used to treat me, like i didnt have feelings. you made me leave my best friends and boyfriend. yet you think i can just forget about them and live a new life in a whole different state. i dont know what it was like in you time but it isnt like that anymore. im not gonna move and let you expect me to completely forget about the eighteen years i spent in massachusetts and the people i love. i swear, i feel like you guys dont even care about what you do and dont realize that it affects me in a bad way. remember that one time you made me move schools when all my friends went to that school in ? you gave me absolutely no warning and i hated that new school. that school was where i met those horrible friends. we both know the triplets were and better."
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he opens his mouth to say something but closes it and looks down. i look out the window and let a tear escape my eye. id do anything to go back to boston. i already miss them. im not ready to live without them, not yet.
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ive now been in las vegas for two whole months. it sucks being without my best friends though we still talk every day. i really miss talking with nick, laughing with matt, and feeling that safe feeling when im with chris. right now were in the car to go shopping. ive made absolutely no friends since i moved. i still cry about leaving the triplets sometimes.
we arrive to the store i go into the soda aisle and grab a pack of soda. it kinda reminded me of chris. i frown and put it into the cart. i take out my phone to text chris.
-chris
y/n
hi chris
chris
hey y/n :) wyd
y/n
shopping
chris
get me pepsi
oh wait
y/n
i already got a pack
wish i was still with you tbh
chris
you and me both
y/n
what are nick and matt doing rn
chris
nick is eating and matt is on his phone in his room
y/n
tell them i say hi
chris
they say hi back
y/n
i miss them sm
when are you guys visiting
chris
ill ask mom when we can go see you
she didnt plan anything yet
y/n
oh thats fine
anyway, im gonna finish my shopping bye
chris
bye
i leave the soda aisle and go to the toy aisle. i like going there. it brings out my inner child. i pick out a small lego set. i used to love them when i was younger. i then get cake mix and ice cream. we go to the checkout and pay for everything. once we arrive home, i go to my room and build the legos. we have guests over later today, my aunt and uncle. they are the only of my family that live here. a little after i finish making the legos, they arrive. i open the door and invite them in. they werent exactly the nicest people.
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my parents greet them and lead them to the living room. i try to go back to my room but my mom stops me.
"hey, y/n, come back here. say hello and sit with us. dont be rude," she says.
i roll my eyes then put a smile on my face and say hello, again, and sit next to my sad. i didnt take my phone out because i didnt wanna .
"look whos put on a few pounds!" my "perfect" aunt laughs with my uncle.
"whats that supposed to mean?" i ask.
"i mean look. youve gotten bigger!" she says.
"are you sure you aren't pregnant?" my uncle adds.
i sit there in shock that my parents didnt say anything.
"anyway-" my dad continues to talk to them.
i decide that i would just go to my room. i could feel my aunts nasty stare as i left. i lay in my bed filled with anger and sadness. i pull out my phone and start to text the triplets.
y/n
my stupid aunt and uncle are over
matt
why are they stupid
y/n
one, they are rude asf
two, my aunt said i put on a few pounds and both of them laughed
chris
wtf no ur hot as hell
nick
whatd you say
cuz thats messed up
y/n
i didnt say anything i just left
matt
shoulda kicked them out
y/n
shouldve
anyway, im gonna take a nap ttyl
or tmr bc time zones
chris
sleep well
y/n
dont know how i could when im without you
(lmao ik this is cringy as hell 💀)
nick
you two make me feel like the only single person on this earth
also naps are for babies
i close my eyes. just when im about to fall asleep, i hear my phone ringing. i groan and look at who the hell is calling me when im trying to take a nap. its just an unknown number. i ignore it. a bit later, the same number calls me. i ignore it again. i get the call along with a message and a picture from the same number. what i saw knocked me out of my tire and i bolt up.
you can probably guess what happened
if you think yk comment what u think
sorry this is kinda short
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