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nosebleedsturn · 8 days ago

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thirty-four ; one step forward three steps back

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"we're friends?" matt sat down on the bed next to me. i glanced up at him, biting down on my bottom lip nervously, and nodded. "yes, like serious friends, real friends."

"maybe even best friends?"

there it is again, that same electric charge from earlier. it's making my heartbeat irregular, which is funny, because i didn't even know it did that anymore. "matt." my chest up and down, neither of us have looked away in far too long. i don't know what it is, if i'm nervous, scared, excited, tired. but i want him and i think i need him. "vega." matt leans in, and so do i. i can feel his breathe fanning against my face. he smells like mint. toothpaste. did he get all cute for me, or did i interrupt his sleep schedule?

my eyes flicker back and forth between his lips. malerie said i'd come to regret it in the morning? or maybe she said everything from now on would go so smoothly we'd both forget that we ever hated each other. well, pretended to hate one another. before matt could get any closer, i push him back, and he resituates himself on my bed against the head board. i climb into his lap, setting myself down harshly. matt's head falls back and a huff of air escape's from between his lips. i've never had a guy react to me like this. with daniel, it was all about him. i never even got to be on the top, it was all about daniel dominating me, forcing me into submission. but this, this is about me and matt. not just matt, and i think i really like that.

i leaned down, grabbing a fistful of matt's hair in my hand, bringing him back to look at me. we sit there for a very long time, just breathing each other in, staring at each other's lips and eye's. his hands roam all over my body, my ass, my hips, my thighs. "vega." matt moans out and i almost lose all composure. "can i please kiss you?" i nodded without a second thought but matt shook his head no. "i need to hear you say it."

"please matt, please kiss me." i begged. matt shoots up to a sitting position, his hands gripping tightly onto my hips, dragging them back and forth across his lap, his lips pressed against mine so tightly, it's so filled with so much emotion, i can't even think. every thought in my head is filtered with matt.

i wonder if he's going to regret this in the morning, is this where our friendship is reborn, are we friends, do friends kiss like this? will i regret this in the morning, what am i even doing right now?

i enjoy it, ever second. i drink him in slowly. the taste of his plush lips against mine. his eye's closed shut, our heavy breathing mixing into each other's. my blood is pumping through my veins so fast, so loud i can hear it. makes me wonder if matt can hear the same thing, is he going as crazy as i am?

matt's lips rip away from mine, and he presses rough kisses to my neck. i tilt my head to the left, giving him more room to kiss, and suck, and bite and do whatever he pleases because for once, i've given someone the permission to, and i love it, and i'm feeling good. matt's hands move from my waist to my back, pulling me closer to him so our chests are flush against each other. my hips don't stop moving, i think i'd rather die than stop whatever this is. i'm moaning such bad words it'd make a sailor blush. my neck is going to be covered in bruises tomorrow. fuck.

"matt, please." i begged out a whine, my head rolls backward, before leaning to the right side, and it's on the left side of my neck where matt finds my sweet spot. the spot that actually has me close to being checked into a mental hospital. i didn't even know it existed. daniel never kissed me like this. "what do you want vega?"

"i need you." i breathed deeply into the air. matt placed gentle kisses trailing from the spot just under my ear, right where my jaw started down to the low sweetheart neckline where my boobs were pushed up toward. i hold onto matt's shoulders, digging my nails into his broad shoulders for some sort of restraint. if he keeps kissing me, he won't be leaving my bed again.

matt sits up, pushing me off his lap so he's kneeling above me, and then slides off the bed. i think for a moment, we're doing this, but he walks towards the bedroom door. "you're drunk vega, and i can't do this to you." i sit up on my elbows, watching as matt leaves, slamming the door making me flinch back in surprise. i'm still trying to catch my breath and i don't know what to do again. matt's never walked away from me, it's always been me walking away from him. i gave everything to daniel, and just when i think i can trust matt enough to have my heart, he's running away from me? with some bullshit excuse too, 'he can't do this to me?' what the fuck? i mean, what the fuck?

"fuck you matt!"

i slump back on the bed. it's like i was just brought back to life. like a part of me was awakened and he's walking away from it? away from me? i thought he wanted me. i thought he was going to save me.

january 2nd, 2025, 4:35 pm

vega renee veloz

matt left this morning to milan, italy, and we haven't spoken in two days. school starts next monday, and malerie and i are sitting at the kitchen table scouring websites in search of extra jobs. i was thinking of working at like starbucks or something, maybe dutch bros too, they're supposed to be really nice?

or maybe some sort of niche coffee shop near my college, one where i recognize the people enough to smile, and have a decent conversation, but not enough to where they'd realize i was vega renee veloz working in a coffee shop because despite how much youtube makes, i cannot afford living in los angeles, and go to a good college at the same time. this is all bullshit.

"please stop staring malerie." i grumbled, shaking my head. "you've been acting weird all yesterday and today. why won't you tell me what happened between you and matt?"

"what happens in vega's room stays in vega's room." i repeated the quote that i used the first time matt had been in my bedroom. i should really work on remembering everything that happened that night as well. maybe i could talk to my therapist about retracting those memories from my subconscious, speaking of, i had to change the dates for therapy this coming semester, so it's now on mondays. my schedule had to be changed up a bit. my male proffessor's wife just got diagnosed with cancer, and they're spending the rest of her life traveling. beautiful honestly, but now i had to change a bunch of thing's around with those dumbass counselors, who don't actually help you.

now i have nothing on monday, two classes tuesdays, one on wednesday, and nothing on thursday. friday is now my busy day with three classes. i ended up having to take an extra class this semester too for my art history class.

"come on vega, we gotta talk about thing's. did ya'll bang?" i flinched and glared up at malerie. "nothing happened!" malerie's eye's rolled sarcastically. "youre fucking neck says otherwise." i stand up, slamming my hand down on the table. "nothing fucking happened, so forget it. i'm going for a drive." i shoved my chair into the table, grabbing my keys and heading for the door.

"hey matt, it's vega again. how's italy?" i said into the phone. my voice was shaking and i wished it'd fucking stop but it won't. i've gone to voicemail for the third time today. he can't possibly be on the plane still? i tried to call him before the boarding plane to london went off, but he didn't respond. i tried to call him during lunch time, not even a text. i was beginning to worry a lot. maybe something happened to his plane and the last thing i ever said to him was 'fuck you matt'? i mean really vega? there's a long awkward silence. "i bet it's pretty. i've always wanted to go to italy. chris told cami, who told mal who told me that you guys are italian. i bet that was cool, cool going to... to italy, the land of your people-i'm actually italian too! a lot of people in new york are i guess... but i think you know that. anyway, i just wanted to call and check in, make sure everything's going alright and that you didn't die on me. i mean cause then i'd look like a fucking idiot calling you every few hours wondering if you're okay and you're at the bottom of the ocean being eaten by sharks..." i trailed off again, my hand running over the faux leather steering wheel cover. "whatever happened last night, you can forget it happened if you're mad at me, if you're trying to protect me from something. i can handle it matt, i can handle you. i'm just worried you won't be able to handle me. i don't think i can handle another heartbreak though, so if you're not in... whatever the fuck this is, i need to know that!"

i sniffled a few times. no texts came through, no calls, nothing. nada. zilch. "you know what, i'm... i'm not going to call you again, okay... have fun in italy. ciao."

i cringed as i clicked the end call button. ciao! ciao! holy shit vega you're an embarrassment. dishonor on me, dishonor on my cow. i run my hands over my face, smudging what little effort i had put into my makeup.

he has me fucked up in the head. i've never doubted myself this much, not since the days where daniel started showing his true colors. does he think i'm pretty? does he think i'm fun? i really hate giving men the power over these thoughts and feelings i have, but that's just me i can't figure out how to change that about me. it's like i'm the love of his life until i upset him or something. does he love me, want me, hate me? i know i hate that this is the exact same effect daniel had on me when he first started hitting me, taking away my dignity. i guess in some masochistic way, it's all kind of exciting. what lover will i get today? the soft, sweet gentle matt who never argues with me. the one who brings me home when i'm drunk and offers me, technically, hundreds of dollars to keep me close to him.

or the matt who storms off and pushes me away when thing's are getting intense. i mean what even does, 'i can't do this to you' mean? what does anything mean anymore? i would leave him, mal and i could move away and i could never talk to matt or chris or nick again and every single problem they've ever introduced into my life would have been a huge waste of time. every laugh, every joyous moment would just be turned into a memory i could forget and leave in the passed. but honestly, all i've ever known are the rollercoasters of emotions and i don't think this is a rollercoaster i could get off. the straps are far too tight and i'm not even in control of this ride. i don't understand this boy. it feels like he's trying to protect me from himself, but what's so bad about matthew sturniolo? i never thought i'd ever think those words in the same sentence. before when i hated him, i hated him because he was perfect without even trying. his blue eyes, brown floppy hair, devoted fans. and i was just vega veloz, the poor child who runs away from her problems and got beat up by her ex boyfriend while in high school. if anything, matt should be saved from me. i have all these problems that i keep bubbled up inside me and i don't ever let them out because i can't, they're my problems and introducing matt into my life in a romantic way would open him up to everything. and i know daniel is out there waiting for the perfect moment in time to ruin my life and dating matt, that would be the perfect time to ruin everything for me.

january 2nd, 2025, 8:30 pm, milan italy.

matthew sturniolo

i fucked up. like i fucked up big time.

vega was like a drug i don't know how to stop taking. her on my lap, her lips on mine, her hands in my hair. it consumed every my every thought. i wanted to go all the way, i know she wanted to as well. but god, was it so wrong of me to want it to be special for her? our first time shouldn't be when she's drunk, when she's sad and confused and a little lost on what she's supposed to be doing with her life. we aren't even in a relationship, and i bet she would've been even more confused if we slept together and we weren't dating either.

maybe running out was a stupid, selfish, douchebag move. and i know she hates me now. if i could only text her, call her, ask her how she's doing. it was my own stupid fault for dropping it into a puddle, smashing it all over the italy cobblestone. it's been hell all day long, and now i've exhausted from traveling all day, alone in my hotel room, and missing this woman like fucking crazy.

vega wasn't an easy to person to like, but she made it so fucking easy to love her. i wanted everything to be taken slow, ease into friendship and then date. she deserved time being taken to get to know her. her hopes, fears, dreams, and deepest darkest secrets. i didn't want to have sex and then ask her to be my girlfriend afterward. i know shoving her off of me was a horrible move, but honestly if we went any further i wouldn't have been able to stop. vega is poison, but i love the flavor.

i feel like a whole different matt when i'm with her. she makes me be patient, she helps me to listen and to understand. she's complex and i like that. i like that she doesn't have everything figured out for herself, that she's a real human. those la girls are so easy and boring. she reminds me of home and i barely even know her. so i have to get to know her but i can't even fucking text her. she's going to be so mad at me. but it's okay because i will make it up to her. i'll apologize in every way i know that i can.

her birthday is coming up, which means camille is coming back as well. so hopefully vega will be happy again soon. i like when she's happy. i hate thinking that she's alone in her bedroom, crying and upset with me. or maybe she's not feeling anything at all, maybe she's out tagging the town. or maybe she's angry, she's off partying with sam at some mansion house party screwing around with other guys to get back at me.

my mouth becomes so dry at the thought that i cough. i shouldn't be thinking like this, but i can't help it. even though i know vega's not like that. i'd rather have her be angry with me than cry. whatever she's feeling, i just hope i can reverse it before she starts hating me again. she's already told me she loves me, i should have said it that night but i wasn't sure how drunk she was, and i didn't want her to regret it. vega is complex to understand and i don't want her to be telling me thing's under the influence, sober vega might not have want me to know about it. but i do. i just have to make sure she doesn't fall out of love with me before i get the chance to prove i love her too.

N O S E B L E E D S

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nosebleedsturn · 13 days ago

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thirty-two ; mustang baby

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“you’re such a cowboy baby, and I’ve never been anywhere. I like the gold on your tooth, and you like the wind in my hair.” - nessa barrett

December 31st, 11:55 pm

"hello?"

his voice practically shocks my system. i stare down at the phone on my lap. his voice is muffled, not on speaker but i can't just hold it up to my ear. i can't talk to him. malerie was so right. she knew i was going to drunk call matt at some point. she's either psychic, or i'm just that obvious of a person. "vega are you there? are you okay, do you need help?" i don't say anything, but the simple words make my heart clench and i can't help it anymore. "i'm gonna hang up now." matt mumbles but i grabbed my phone, holding it up. "matt."

"vega?" matt asked again and i sniffled. "what's up? are you okay?"

"i... i'm fine... but it's just i uhm... i don't wanna be alone forever you know. i wanna grow up and have children, and a family but i'm so scared i don't know what to do. the life-i-i dreamed about when i was a kid feels like a lifetime away." i rambled, wiping away at the tears that were overflowing without an end in sight.

"what? what's going on, where are you?"

"and i want to fall in love again matt but i can't do it! i tried, i tried, and i tried not to, but i fell in love with you. it's you matt. i don't want to but i can't not fall for you. i hate you.. i bet this was your plan all along. make me fall for you. i didn't want to but it worked. are you happy matt? are you happy now!" i shouted into the phone, standing up to get my point across.

"vega are you drunk?"

i wiped the tears and nodded. "mhm." matt sighs on the other side of the call. "alright, i'm gonna need you to breathe right now. where are you? are you home?" i sniffled a few times, sucking in uneven breaths. "no i'm not home."

"okay, are you alone?"

"i don't wanna be alone anymore... matt, matt it's almost midnight and it's new years, and i've never even kissed anyone on new years, or valentine's day. i've never had an anniversary before, and i barely my birthday! i don't want to spend the next year alone."

"vega, enough! i need you to sit down, do not move. focus on sending me your location? can you do that for me?"

"mhm."

"alright good. i'll be there as soon as i can alright, and we can figure everything out later. but for now, i'm gonna need you to sit and stay on call for me? can you do all that?"

"mhm."

"good, good... thank you. alright send me your location." matt ordered and i pulled the phone away from my face. opening our messages and sending him the address. "i'm at a party matt." i explained once i finished sending my address. "yeah i heard about that."

"and malerie is downstairs with her new years kiss-vinnie hacker! it's fucking vinnie hacker! where's my vinnie hacker?"

"vega honey, listen to me okay, i need you to stop crying. i'm right here. i promise you, i'm right here." i hiccup, my whole body shaking as i cried. "i'll be there in ten minutes." matt explained. the car ride made his voice sound choppy and uneven as he talked to me. he told me stories that nick thought were funny, small thing's about him. he talked to me about anything and everything. "and then we laughed, it was so funny when he-"

"are you almost here?" i asked quietly, interrupting him. to me, it's felt like hours of just sitting here talking to matt. the countdown had already happened, it was january 1st now and i had already lost my mind over that, but matt was there, drawing me back from my perplexed state of mind. "yes i'm almost there vega. are you alone?"

"i'm alone on a balcony."

"i meant did you drive, are you with malerie? sam?"

"uhm i came here with them both, but malerie's kissing vinnie hacker and i lost sam as soon as we got here."

"okay, then i'm gonna need you to do something else for me?" i sighed, already having enough of tonight. tonight was supposed to be the night i got wasted and had fun, not sitting alone on balcony's talking to my worst enemy and the love of my life. "i don't wanna do anything else!"

"okay, no need to yell and be mad. i promise it's gonna be easy, i'm just gonna need some help locating sam and malerie and make sure they're safe. you want them safe right?" matt asked softly and i hummed in response. "want them safe." i agreed slowly. "good. alright i'm outside, i'll be there in a second. "what room are you in?"

"i'm on the second floor, i'm all the way in the back of the house." i listen to matt's heavy breathing as he walks up the stairs and down hallways. "vega did you lock the door?" matt asked. i can hear a door shuffling on the other line of the call. "yes i did. i don't know why people don't do it at parties. i wanted to be alone and honestly if you're screwing on someone, i don't want to walk in on you either, unless you're into that kinda thing, but i'm not so-"

"vega babe, come open the door for me so we can leave." matt pleaded into the phone. "alright i'm hanging up now." i sighed. before he could even respond, i ended the call, hoisting myself up from the couch and toward the door. as soon as i unlocked it, matt pushed the door open, i moved aside quickly to make space for him. matt's arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his chest. "what are you doing?" i giggled, fisting his tight black shirt in my hands tightly. "i just thought you'd want a hug."

i don't say anything, too stunned to speak, breathe, blink. "c'mon, let's get you out of here."

i wished i could remember everything else that happened after that, but i can only remember the outline, no describing details. he hauled me around, a hand around my waist to keep me upright. i wasn't black out drunk, but i think he held onto me so i wouldn't wonder away. malerie was found sitting with vinnie hacker still, and sam was around her somewhere and both of them were having a great time, sam with a few friends, and mal deciding to go off with vinnie hacker. matt made her promise to text and call in the morning if she needed a getaway car. sam promised matt that he'd keep on eye on her as long as she stayed in the house, and that he'd call and check up with me at some point tomorrow.

and then i was in the passenger seat of matt's car.

i hold down on the button as soon as matt clicks me in. he's been quiet towards me the whole time. i wonder if he's mad. the window's roll down with a gentle hum, i breathe in the fresh scent. "are you going to be sick?" matt asks and i shake my head. i can keep my liquor down, unlike some people. "if you do get sick, i brought you a trash bag, here's some water, and i made you a sandwich to help sober you up."

"i'm fine matt, really. i didn't need all this." matt whips his head around, stopping harshly at a stop sign. luckily it was well past midnight, and there were no cars behind us. "you didn't need this? really? cause personally, i think you did need it. you needed me, cause if you didn't, then you wouldn't have called-" i don't even know what he's saying, what i do know, is that i like his eyes. they're such a pretty blue, too pretty. they're almost a grey right now, but it's probably because it's dark and he's mad at me. he's hot when he's mad. his eye's, a dark black circle outlining them, making them appear brighter. his pupils are enlarged too, almost taking out the blue entirely. it's probably cause it's dark in here. even his teeth are perfect. have you ever seen that boy smile before? i never appreciated it, and sure he hasn't smiled at me once tonight, but when he has smiled, not at me, but near me, it makes my chest feel warm. like a victorian child's lamp was being burned in it, and that's super specific. it's gentle glow warmed me cheeks, my whole body, and it felt like i was burning. but now i feel cold and he's not smiling and he's mad, he's still hot though. hotter than matt sturniolo should look, after all i'm supposed to hate this man with every fiber of my being but i don't. he's far too kind. "i like your teeth." i interrupted him.

"my what?"

"your teeth you know. you have a good smile. it's nice and i like it."

matt pauses, his mind seeming to swirl with a million thoughts a minute. i don't really know what else to say, i hope he says something to me too. "i like your hair."

matt looks forward, his whole spiel suddenly forgotten in the midst of my flirtation. "i know i said i hated on the phone matt, but i-i could never hate you." i raise my hand, tugging on the brunet locks in his hair. "i like the way your hair curls too. i didn't straighten my hair tonight, did you notice?"

"i did notice, that was the first thing i noticed. and i never hated you either" matt choked out and i smirked. "i don't want to go home yet, it's so lonely there. can we just drive around a bit?" matt glances at me quickly. "are you sure? i think you could use some sleep? you'll probably have a killer headache tomorrow."

"no i'm sure. i don't want this night to end." i whispered back and matt nodded. i didn't stop playing with his hair. it was a mess, a good mess, my favorite mess. "i'll only do it if you drink some water and eat the whole sandwich, until you finish it, i'm driving you home okay?" matt requested and i nodded in confirmation. he gets a hold of the sandwich, handing me the plastic bag. "i don't know if you're allergic to peanut butter or not, but it's a ham and cheese sandwich anyway, cami told chris those were your favorite so luckily we had the stuff to make it at home." drag my hand away from his head, sliding it down his arm, grabbing the plastic bag from him. "i'm not allergic to peanuts... but thank you."

matt nods, getting comfy in his seat again. "i'm sorry for making you drive. i hear your were having problems with your ankle." i apologized, ripping open the bag and beginning to eat the sandwich. it tasted like heaven by the way. "i'd rather pick you up when you need someone, then have you be alone, intoxicated at a party."

"i'm not even that drunk matt." i denied but matt scoffed. "do you even know where we are?"

"uhm we're on a road." matt's eye's rolled and he sighed. "never mind. i'm not going to argue with you about this."

"you started it? you just think i'm some weak, drunk girl. i can handle myself, i used to do this shit all the time matt!"

"vega enough! not everything needs to be an argument!" matt argued back, stopping at a red light.

not. everything. needs. to. be. an. argument. "it doesn't?"

"no, vega. i never meant you were weak, or that you couldn't handle yourself. i just meant that you are in a vulnerable state, not even just cause you're drunk. your best friend just move back across the country, and you have financial problems, the only one keeping you afloat was camille's father and you lost your financial aid when she moved out. that's a lot of shit vega."

i swallowed thickly.

"why do you never argue with me? chris only does it jokingly, even when i hated him. nick argues for fun too, but even back... you didn't do it."

"i don't want to yell at you, you've already been through enough." electricity. matt stared into my eye's, catching me off guard, the tension between us crackles to life. it's the small moments like these that make me wonder if it's all in my head or not. a car honks behind us, and matt presses on the gas and we speed off down the road again, staring ahead of himself once more. "why do you always have to say the right thing's?"

"i don't know vega, just finish your sandwich or something." i bite down on my bottom lip, staring at the half eaten sandwich. i have so many thing's i want to say right now, but i don't know if it's the right time. when is the right time?

N O S E B L E E D S

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nosebleedsturn · 28 days ago

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Compilation of how Matt sees Vega

Just gonna slide this in here after the last two chapters. Carry on.

NOSEBLEEDS masterlist

Also, no matt does not gaf that Vega doesn’t like him lmfaooo

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nosebleedsturn · 2 months ago

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Nobody tagged me either but Coachella is my shitttt so here

von dutch - charli xcx

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nosebleedsturn · 1 month ago

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If you got the chance to pick which tour surprise Vegas helped Matt with, which one would you pick?

*all the “would be kinda hard to write” just means I don’t know what to really make Vegas existence kinda hard to incorporate into that story line

Also thanks for 100 followers 🩵

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nosebleedsturn · 1 month ago

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pisces, bangle bracelets, nessa barrett, the beach, mexican, long car rides, curly hair, mixed metals, messy hand writing, dancing, making playlists, nate girl, pearls, niall horan’s gf, secretly a siren, learning multiple languages, i smell like coconut, vanilla and cherry, pinterest lover, loves emo boys (michael clifford), kinda bratty, hibiscus flowers, layered necklaces, loves tornados and storms, diamonds, secret romantic, loves marvel movies, 1989 by Taylor Swift, has no specific aesthetic (i enjoy everything).

Im also: @winchestermysterymachine @passthe5sos @lokistemptress & @spencerreadsminds

NOSEBLEEDS MASTERLIST

Other Stuff I’ve Written:

Please Please Please ; c.s.

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nosebleedsturn · 27 days ago

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twenty-four ; finals week

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tuesday morning, 9:00 am, december 1st

considering the fact that the girls had finals coming up rather soon after the trial, they had rushed home the day after the friendsgiving at the sturniolos home and were studying diligently. vega on the other hand was busy filming her youtube video in her room.

"hey everyone, welcome back or welcome to my youtube channel. if you are new here, my name is vega veloz and all my socials are linked down below. i don't want to waste too much time on the introduction, i have three segments of this video." vega explained, pulling out the first part of the youtube video. "so as we all know, i was recently pictured with the sturniolo triplets at malerie's birthday party. yes, we are friendly with one another." vega nodded. "and because of that, nick sent me some space camp flavors, and chris gave me some of his fresh love, and i wanted to give an honest review on them.

vega started off with the space camp, explaining all the flavors nick had sent her. "he was kind enough to get me all the flavors, so there's strawberry frosting, birthday cake, salted caramel, tropical pineapple, sweet vanilla, coconut cream, juicy watermelon, wild cherry, and frosted mint." vega showed the packaging, as well as the different colored tubes of product. "i love how large they are. i always lose my tiny little chapsticks in my purse. we all know i carry big purses, i hate a small purse, the whole point of a purse is to carry a bunch of things. but anyway, i never lose these in my purses. they smell divine, i want to eat them all. nick should make perfumes or lotions or something... or sell candy." vega shook her head, refocusing. "but yes, i certainly do love them and i know this right here is like over $100 worth of space camp, so i'm incredibly thankful to nick for giving these to me."

vega moved on, trying on the fresh love. "i just know for fact, that if i knew how good chris' brand was, and he didn't give me anything, i definitely would have purchased them on my own. they are heavy, and thick and trap in all the warmth. i've been at the library and running around my college campus in the cold, and never once did i freeze." vega twirled around in her fresh love hoodie, explaining more details of the hoodie.

then the third and final part of her video, she was talking about sam's brand. it was a montage of his next drop, and how vega had been working as a model for his newest drop. "so definitely go shop space camp, and fresh love, and do not forget about sam's brand, i have his page linked down below. he's having a sale all of december, 30% off, so go and buy your loved ones a good christmas gift." vega lifted her camera, smiling and kissed it gently. "muah, i'll see you next time lovers." vega winked and then ended the video, shutting off her camera and setting it aside. she'll post that later this week, but the crushing reality of finals was weighing her down.

sure, vega could realistically drop out (save some money) and focus on her youtube career, but what about after youtube wasn't paying the bills anymore? there is going to be a day, definitely not now, but soon, where being a youtuber isn't cool anymore. sure there were people like baylen lavine, always looking for the kid in himself, having fun and being reckless (in the best way), or even mr. beast who was kinda getting up there in age (no hate to mr. beast (well kinda hate bc he freaks me out a lot... like i'm terrified of mr. beast))

vega wanted a bit more for herself and fashion and modeling, the arts, all sounded great. she was getting interested in working back stage for movies and tv shows, being the clothing designer, or maybe even working on artists and being their clothing designers for concerts and tours. of course, she'd never totally forget about youtube, but it wasn't everything, she hadn't even intended on youtube being a money source. but if it wasn't for youtube, she'd probably be joining sammy at target.

malerie and camille were sitting at the kitchen table downstairs, snacking on random candies and junk food, drinking peach tea while all cozy with heavy sweaters and sweatpants. not only was the dread of college finals filling the entire house, the girls were a bit freaked out for camille too.

she had a few weeks until her performance and there was a scout in the crowd. looking for people to invite to a big school back home in new york. one filled with amazing opportunities. mal and vega would be upset if cami wasn't picked to be invited to the school, knowing that their friend had worked day in and day out, blood (literally), sweat (literally), and tears (literally), throughout the whole process. but then again, if she did get picked, she'd have to go back home to new york and stay there.

no late nights watching tv, no more listening to loud beethoven at 5 in the morning, no more pilates princess aesthetic filled laundry, no more recording her practicing at home for hours just for camille to watch back later, no more 'does this leo make me look fat?', no more talking about chris, no more drives in the beetle with the top down, no more camille.

they would have to find someone else to live with them or move out. living in la was expensive, no doubt about that, but mal and vega had worked hard securing a life of their own. one without malerie's grandmother breathing down her neck, one without the reminder that her dad had left, that daniel had ruined half her life. they were building a life in their tiny la town and the possibility of cami moving out was going to be a huge change for all of them.

and camille, she loved her parents dearly, but the thought of being trapped on that farm again, her only out being dance, brought in a feeling of unease. just because she grew up in a mansion on a farm, it didn't mean she was happy.

but there was no time for that now, studying was much too important to them.

vega eventually returned to the kitchen from her room, pouring over textbooks and math problems again. they all passed around snacks and talked, getting sidetracked from their work.

vega looked up at the girls, a thought suddenly passing through her. "i have some extra money this month, my mom didn't have any extra payments to make or anything, do you guys wanna do something fun?"

camille and mal looked at one another, nodding profusely. "cool." vega looked back down at her textbooks, chewing on the tip of her pencil. "so you're not gonna say anything?"

"let's just say that it's gonna happen during winter break." vega says mysteriously. "and we may be gone for more than a day." mal and cami share another look, curiously watching vega as she chews on her pencil again. the gold necklace resting across her chest glinting in the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

december 7th, saturday afternoon, 2:30 pm

by now, vega's plans for winter break had already been paid for, she had only requested some additional help from camille and malerie without giving away exactly what she was doing for them. it was going to be a surprise, until probably the day before. there were going to be a few thing's the girls would have to do before being there, or else she'd hear all these complaints from cami and mal and she wasn't in the mood for it.

'you didn't let me get my nails done!', 'i could've picked out a better outfit!', 'why'd you let my dye my hair! it doesn't match the vibe!' and so on, and so on. she was already dreading all the possibilities that could come with a surprise like the one she had planned. she wasn't going to let any of them do anything too drastic with their appearance in case they didn't like it come the day of vega's surprise.

but saturday, vega was completely free. she had been studying in the library, the kitchen table, the coffee table, staying up late. she had even gotten so strict on studying, one night she had left on her own to go to the spot, and even took her textbook and notebook with her. she felt like everything was going wrong with her. she'd never been so into school like this before. but college was different than high school. and she didn't have someone's son yapping her head off every 10 seconds and refusing to let her learn. so that was a plus.

but today, sam had specifically requested vega's attention. so they were sitting in a starbucks, sipping on coffee's and trying out the winter holiday drinks slowly.

they had been in there since the morning and had no plans on leaving any time soon. there were snacks in there, a bathroom, they could people watch and talk gossip. "so how's nick?" vega asked, although she definitely knew the answer. mal and nick had face timed last night, talking non-stop about sam. vega didn't wanna embarrass him though.

"he's good. we're good." sam nodded. "i think we're going on our first real date tomorrow night." vega's eye's widened in shock as if she didn't know (she did). "wow, that's great. i'm happy for you two." sam nodded. "yeah, we're just a tad bit worried about what his fans are gonna say."

"oh please, if the fans actually were fans, they'd want the triplets to be happy. unless they were dating a bitch, then shit i'd probably be mad too." vega giggled lightheartedly, sipping on her 'cran merry' drink infused with coconut milk (or cream, she couldn't remember what the hell they called it). it smelled sweet like bubblegum, and was sweet too, cancelling out the sour taste of the cranberries. plus, it was a pretty light bubblgum shade of pink that she was obsessed with.

sammy stared down vega. "is there something different about you?" vega's eye's widened, setting the bubblegum colored drink down. "what? no." vega shook her head. she hadn't cut or dyed her hair, no new tattoos or piercings yet. sam's eye's narrowed, taking in every inch of vega. "no, no... i know you better than anyone. there's definitely something different about you."

"me?" vega pointed at herself, still not understanding what sammy was trying to get at. she didn't even do her makeup any differently. "this is a new top." she tugged at the fabric, thinking it was her choice of clothing. it was just a tad bit out of her comfort range, but it was something she thought was cute and mal had been happy to make it for her. "no not the top, i can tell malerie's work from a mile away."

vega tugged nervously at her earring, very overwhelmed with the sudden attention all on her. "the necklace." sam decided. "that's what's new." vega's hand dropped, covering the necklace and playing with the charm locket. "what about it?"

"that's what's new. where's it from, that shit is gorgeous." sam admired, leaning in closer to her chest. "stop it." vega chuckled, pushing his head back. "stop staring at my tits."

"i'm not staring at your tits." sam's eye's rolled, sitting back in his comfy chair again. "well they don't know that." vega's head tilted to the side where a family had recently sat down, and the teenage girl was staring at vega and sam intently. 'oh' sam mouthed. "shit. uhm my bad." vega's head dropped in slight embarrassment and a bit of humor. "but still. that isn't one of malerie's designs is it?"

"no." vega replied shortly. mal had gotten into jewelry making recently. as embarrassed as vega was about the whole situation, she wasn't about to lie. sam looked at her with that expression that meant 'that's it?', so vega kept talking. "matt got it for me."

"matt? like sturniolo, matthew 'devil incarnate' sturniolo, your mortal enemy matt sturniolo?" sam asked questioningly, very confused, rightfully so. "yes, keep your voice down. yes the devil incarnate himself."

"why? i thought you hated each other?" vega shrugged, swirling her cran merry around in her hand, the ice making a sloshing sound as it swished in her plastic cup. "i thought so. but i think he was just trying to get in my head or something, i dunno." vega gripped onto the necklace tightly. "was there a reason or just, here's a necklace i got you."

"apparently chris is gonna surprise camille at her ballet performance, and was getting her a gift. matt saw this necklace and i guess he thought of me?"

sam's eyes narrowed once again. "what does that even mean?"

"i don't know. i hope he doesn't think this signifies peace of anything, i still want his head on a stick." her hand dropped, picking at the piece of thread sticking off her ripped jeans. "then i guess you didn't drop on your knees for him? dunno why, that shit looks expensive."

"ew no!" vega shrieked, a shudder running down her spine. thinking of her in any sexual encounter with a man could put her in shock, but with matt? she'd rather die than think about it. "and you need to learn how to keep your voice down!" vega threated, pointing her straw at his chest. she stabbed ot back in her drink, mixing the cranberries into the drink and watching them disappear in the pink liquid. "don't ever say that again." vega continued, shaking her head the whole time.

"right sorry. like you'd never do the devil."

"dude!" vega scoffed. there were too many people in the starbucks, like the teenage girl sitting beside them. she could possibly be a fan of vega, or even a fan of the triplets. she looked around 16, maybe eighteen the oldest. she's like right at their demographic. and talking about him, matt, in such in inappropriate way was... unspeakable.

she could go and report back to all her little friends and other fans saying that she met vega in a starbucks and wants to screw matthew sturniolo, vega was already stressed and tired as it was. she did not need rumors spread about her wanting to fuck the man she despised the most. she knew she'd never beat the dating allegations, them being 'sex active' online would not help the case. "don't tell anyone about this, or i'll kill you." vega threatened and sam nodded. "sure babe."

vega huffed, still feeling uneasy. vega had vowed long ago that she would never let a man touch her like that again. not after what daniel had put her through.

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