being friends with triplets was always something special. each of them had their own habits and flaws that literally drove you crazy in a second. but that didnt stop you from being best friends forever

you, nick, matt and chris grew up together, spending absolutely all your free time at each other's houses. but of course you spent more time with matt. there was a special connection between you that no one could explain. you want to watch a horror movie? you go to matt's. you want to spend the evening driving around and listening to loud music? matt is already at your porch

your sophomore year of high school, you felt like you didnt know matt at all. instead of his usual perfume, he now smelled like alcohol mixed with weed, he had distanced himself not only from you, but from his brothers as well. you tried to talk to him, to understand the reason for the abrupt change in the direction of his life, but got no response. now he was absolutely nobody to you

but your friendship with nick and chris remained unchanged. perhaps it even became stronger against the background of the fact that matt was no longer with you. chris became so close to you that long movie nights turned into long nights in his bed, hugs from behind and kisses on the neck. chris became imperceptibly everything to you

and here you are at a party. noisy music is getting on your ears, while you and your friend belle drink another glass of god knows what. after a couple of drinks or more, you ask belle, who was still in a conversational state, to call chris.

stepping outside, you sat down on the edge of the curb. the alcohol in your blood had taken over your mind so much that you couldn't think straight, your brain was foggy. a black suv appeared in front of you, and the guy behind the wheel got out and crouches in front of you. "c'mon, y'drunk. go home," the voice seemed familiar, but at the same time so strange. the guy's features were blurry, but when you looked at his tattooed arm, a wave of realization washed over you. matt?