He was backstage, getting ready for their last show on tour. They weren’t singers or anything, just three triplet brothers who made dumb videos in their car. Nick, the oldest, was gay and scared of literally everything. Matt, the middle child, had anxiety and was scared of ketchup—yeah, ketchup. And then there was him, Chris, the youngest, total goofball, scared of nothing… well, except having a girlfriend.

It was wild how fast the tour had gone by. At their shows, they didn’t sing songs or anything like that. They played games, cracked jokes with the audience, and whoever won the most games on tour got bragging rights—obviously, it was gonna be him. So here he was, getting ready for their final show, nerves buzzing even though he had done this a million times. The usual chaos was happening around him, and he peeked out from the wings of the stage, just to get a feel for the crowd.

That’s when he saw you.

Front row, right in the middle. You were the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen. He knew, he knew—he was terrified of the whole relationship thing, but for you? He’d be willing to risk it. You were effortlessly cool, just sitting there with this casual confidence, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

I mean, here they were, about to finish the last show of this crazy tour, and suddenly, all he could think about was how he’d possibly talk to you after. Nick and Matt always teased him about being too