you’ve been friends with the triplets ever since your parents moved to boston when you were five. you met nick first, bonding over crayons and the sharpener. you clicked instantly. soon after, he introduced you to his two brothers; matt and chris. then everything just felt right— and you never left each others side.

you didn’t even leave there sides when they moved to LA for their youtube career. moving in with them, you’ve never felt closer. often featuring in their videos, the fans loved you. you got hate ever now and then, getting shipped with either chris or matt, being called a pick me— but you never paid much mind to it.

it was a wednesday morning and you woke up to the scent of waffles… burning waffles? chris should never be trusted with cooking. rolling out of bed and waddling down the stairs on the floor you shared with nick to reach the kitchen, you saw nick and chris there. chris was at waffle iron, smoke escaping from the edges, whilst nick was on his laptop preparing to make fridays new video (which you most likely had to film tonight).