Chris always stood away from you when you hung out with his brothers, he stayed away if you were staying the night or just hanging out for a couple hours. He was usually in his room doing…what ever he does.

You were staying the weekend at the triplet’s house, Nick was watching TV in the living room with you while Matt was sleeping in his room. Chris had left his room and went to go take a shower, closing the door behind him.

10 minutes later you got up. You started thinking…why did Chris hate you so much? Why was he always so secretive with his stuff? Like, you knew Chris didn’t like it when people go in his room unattended but what could he be hiding in there that’s so important? So you went to his room, giving his brothers the excuse that you were just going to the bathroom.

Your eyes darted around the (honestly boring) room, looking around at his bed, then at his desk, seeing a journal with a black ink pen set aside it. You walked over to his chair and sat in it, picking up the journal. You read through the filled pages, reading through how he talked about his feelings, thoughts, his days, everything under the sun…until you came upon a couple of pages about you.

*The pages were filled with words about how he felt about you; words that were a complete opposite to his actions and attitude toward you in person. Along with the admissions, there were a few sketches of you as well. Your face covered different spots on the pages, your surprisingly well-drawn features standing out above all else.

But you were only able to read a few sentences before you heard the water in the shower shut off.

Chris walked back into his room with a towel around his waist, his eyes immediately landing on your figure standing over hus desk.

”I- what are you doing!?” He spat at you, seeing you standing at his desk with his open journal in your hands. Chris quickly grabbed it from you, shutting it and tossing it back onto his desk.