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nosebleedsturn · 3 months ago

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four ; talk, talk, to me

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november 2nd, 7:00 pm

mal's birthday party was in full swing. the ice sculputure, similar to the one at jake webber and carringtons party, was being used really well. matt sat in the corner of the room, a root beer in his hands as he swirled the drink around with a straw. he wasn't exactly having a bad time, but he wasn't particularly having a good time either.

he'd seen vega here and there, but overall didn't really notice her too much. she too tended to be by herself and really only entertained the girls at the party. which there really weren't too many guys. just sam, which matt had met earlier in the day. after the whole thing with vega, he truly thought the two were dating, and as soon as they were gone he had voice his question. cami denied. "vega doesn't want a boyfriend." cami said from the floor, still applying crystals onto mal's cheeks. "we'd know if she was dating sam. they rarely even see each other unless she goes to art class or to target." matt nodded and shut up again.

but he couldn't help thinking of the way sam held onto her. his touch was gentle but also solid. he didn't want to hurt her. he held her like she was going to break, which she probably had. the screaming inside the room only lasted about twelve more seconds after they walked into her bedroom and then after that it was pure silence.

then matt, nick, and chris, all piled into their van. they were bringing over the cake and a few last minute decorations like the fog machine and the speakers. thing's the girls couldn't quite do on their own, well didn't want to do. matt was sure they could've figured it out somehow, but he was happy to help and take some of the stress off the girls hands for a bit. the triplets had left before vega could come out of her room, which chris figured it was better that way. his crush on vega's best friend, camille, really made him fearful of her. he didn't want to piss her off, make sure chris and cami would never see each other again. but at the same time, chris wasn't too sure if he'd ever ask cami out. he was content just being her friend for now.plus, chris always pushed his feelings away and said that nick and matt's love was all he needed. matt said shortly before they left that chris needed to man up and reveal his true feelings to cami or he was gonna do it for her. chris practically begged him not too, fearing the worst for himself. it was true, he really liked girls who seemed to have no interest in him, and truly believed camille would never like him. but if chris wasn't blind, then he'd see that cami was just shy and didn't have all the regular 'how to tell if a girl like me 101' down like other girls did. she was almost silent around chris, opting to speak less than to speak more. she also stared a lot, tilting her head to look him in the eye, staring up at him. it made nick and matt feel grossed out that they could see cami's true feelings for chris, and that the boy in question couldn't. it made no sense but chris wasn't hearing them as usual.

so matt said, "either you tell her this month or i'll tell her for you next month!" and with that matt slammed the front door in his face, walking over to the girls house. was matt actually gonna tell cami the truth, no probably not. after all, if chris wasn't ready yet then he wasn't ready yet. all he wanted was to light a harmless fire under his ass. it was agony watching him for for the girl next door and keep his mouth shut about it. chris had done a great job of not letting a girl into his life, always ignoring the telltale signs of a women crushing on him. he's even gone as far as set his own feelings aside, thinking that his love wouldn't benefit her. it hasn't worked out well in his favor, only leaving him more heartbroken. matt and nick both agreed that it was time chris should grow up, see what life has to offer that isn't related to his brothers lives. maybe kiss someone, go on a date.

now with their imposibly nosy fans, it felt like it was going to be even harder, but nick and matt were determined to have chris and camille go on at least one date or kiss before new years came around.

chris was practically shaking in his boots. sam had walked over only moments ago saying that vega needed to talk to him about something kinda serious. chris sat down on the pure white couch on the outside patio. it was quiet out there, only the rustling of the trees in the backyard to be heard. and the waterfall of the lit up pool. the warehouse was huge, house shapes, mostly meant for party throwing. chris sipped his ice cold pepsi in child like fear. he wasn't actually afraid of vega, not exactly. it was the crush he harbored for her friend that made him fearful of her. to him, she was like an overprotective mother. she didn't even let him walk across the lawn when he and matt were throwing a football around in the front yard. he had no clue how she'd react when she found out he liked cami. she'd kill him for sure.

chris swallowed when the back door slid open and the sparkle filled his vision. he stared ahead, feeling awkward since his eyes were in line with her breats but he stayed silent. "uh, chris? are you in there?" vega's voice cut through chris brain like a glass shard and he looked up at her. "yeah i'm here. uh sit?" chris patted the empty spot on the couch beside him. vega listened for once, sitting down beside him. he didn't question her when she sat with at least two and a half feet from him. she doesn't sit with guys. he felt almost special, and fearful, but kinda special to be this close to her when she looked a little... sad? "what's up?" chris vocalized, realizing she looked like she was in pain. "we don't gotta talk-"

"i'm really sorry chris." her voice sounded robotic. she never apologized so bluntly before, even though her whole personality was based around being blunt and painfully obvious, sarcastic, and annoying banter. chris' eyes furrowed as he looked at her. "you don't-"

"no please, just uhm... just listen." vega pleaded quietly. chris nodded letting the girl opposite him continue. "i'm sorry for talking to you like that, i really didn't mean it... i just." vega lost her train of thought, not really knowing how to explain it all to chris. but he let her take his time. the silence flowed around them like a river but vega wasn't drowning for once. chris could see the mental gears turning in her head. "it's okay." chris finally spoke in a comforting manner. "sometimes my thoughts get a little too much too. i forget the names of thing's too. sometimes i don't know how to say thing's either. i'm bad at spelling too, same with matt. nick's always been better at articulating his thoughts."

vega, almost shy, looked up at chris. "really?" chris nodded, lips pursing. "yeah, i forget what i'm talking about, i take too long telling my stories, i say i'm gonna tell the short story but go off on a tangent. it's okay if you don't know how to say it, if you say anything i swear to you i'll get it." chris promised and vega's lips curled up in a thin line. it's the first time he's seen her smile, like really smile. not a sarcastic smile, not gloating. it was barely there, but it was something. it was progress. "there's like a shit ton of videos online where i'm talking and making no sense. i mean, i know what i'm saying, kinda, but i sound like an idiot."

"okay well, sometimes i see guys and i panic and i was mad at you cause i'm mad at every guy really. i just can't trust them you know, my ex boyfriend, he's in jail now, he doesn't even know i'm here. he still thinks i'm sitting alone in my room in new york. i haven't visited him once since he's gone in. still thinks i'm a sad, lonely, girl he can walk all over and beat the shit out of. when i saw you on the couch i panicked a little bit. it's mine and i don't really like sharing. and cami says you're nice, mal says you're nice. i trust them, i trust sam too he says you're nice as well." truly, chris could keep up with her fast paced speech. chris' eyes watched her the whole time. aside from sam, chris was the only guy to ever see the side of vega. she was... being vulnerable and she wasn't sure if this was going to bite her in the ass later. "seeing you on it reminded me that it was mine, and daniel never let me have thing's that were just mine. i got a little territorial and i'm really fucking sorry chris." vega emphasized. "so i guess i can trust you too?" vega finished, almost like she was questioning herself but chris nodded. "you can trust me. i trust you too." chris smiled and vega's smile widened just the tiniest bit. "thank you for apologizing. i really accept your apology, and i get why you reacted that way."

"thank you for accepting my apology." the two of them smiled at each other a bit, getting to know each other some more with some simple questions. and for the second time, vega was finding herself another guy friend she could trust, chris knew it.

maybe vega wasn't so scary afterall.

vega smiled slightly as she and chris walked back into the main room. vega had gotten a little bit drunk, not too much since she hated being drunk, it reminded her that she could lose control of herself, that people could take advantage of her. it reminded her of everything daniel liked doing to her when she was drunk, but at the same time she didn't mind it. it was sickeningly comforting to her, dragging her mind into a state where she was her old self again. the vega that actually could talk to anyone, who was comforting, warm, inviting, fun.

they all sang happy birthday to malerie, who then sat by a huge tree opening her presents like a kid at christmas. honestly, the whole idea was adorable like this. it was then when vega asked if she could talk to nick maybe. chris agreed, staying by her side, making sure that she and sam weren't too far apart either. vega had opened up to chris a tiny bit about her anxiety and how sammy always helped her when she wasn't feeling too good. that's also when chris said that his older brother matt also had anxiety and if she ever wanted tips on how to deal with it, she should definitely talk to matt.

but for some fucking reason, those blue eyes matt had seemed to scare her more than anything in the world. matt didn't seem scary, but to vega, he was the worst horror movie and she'd die before letting herself talk to him. if she could just figure out why.

N O S E B L E E D S

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just thought i'd let ya'll know today is my birthday lmaoooo. nasty nineteen!

uhm i'm sure we've all heard the horror stories that start at 18 and don't end until 25 so if there's anyone out there older than me who has any words of wisdom. i'm the eldest of 6 younger relatives and i have three older cousins but i only seen maybe once a year so i have like no one to look up to. anywho, i love ya'll and welcome to nosebleeds!

Also, to my other Pisces baby’s, ITS OKAY TO BE EMOTIONAL. I was made fun of all the time for being emotional, for being a dreamer. USE IT! your dreams are a reality that you have the power to make for yourself. Being emotional and empathetic is not a weakness!

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