“Matt, where’d you put—” Chris starts as he enters the living room before being shushed by Matt himself.

A finger to his lips, the latter nods towards the couch. “Mia’s napping,” he mutters, before pulling a blanket over you.

Chris rolls his eyes but shuts up anyway. He moves over, brushing a hair strand out of your face.

You had been roommates with the Sturniolo triplets for about a year and you had a great time living together, getting along and being BEST friends.