”He was sunshine, I was midnight rain. she wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain.”

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In the back seat of the van, you look over at Nick and you practically telepathically communicate.. Jesus christ, they’re at it again.

They did this every time, and often, Nick would butt in and start ranting, making the whole car just erupt into laughter. That’s what you loved most about the triplets; they were walking joy. And that’s why you were so honored, even if they were being kind of annoying, to be invited to a video, even though you were one of their closest friends. Not like it was a surprise.

“MATT, ALFREDO SAUCE IS INFINITELY BETTER THAN MARINARA.” Chris yells.

“Okay, Chris. That’s just completely incorrect.” Matt rolls his eyes, as he flicks Chris’s shoulder. “Marinara sauce is, like, the OG. Alfredo sauce is just trying to fit in. Y’know?”

“No, I don’t know, Matt!” Chris laughs at him, slapping his shoulder.

You just shake your head.