is this love?

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thankfully, my mom lets me stay home from school the next day.

i feel even worse than i did yesterday. i've spent most of the day sleeping and only getting up to get advil.

i'm laying on the couch and i can't help but crave matt cuddling me, holding me, telling me it will be okay. i know, dramatic, but it does kinda feel like the end of my world right now.

i think about texting matt that i changed my mind and want him to come over, but i don't have the balls to.

it's almost 3:00 which means the boys should be getting home from school soon.

my phone buzzes and i look over to see i am getting a face time call from chris. i answer and am met with an up close shot of his face. "heyyyy," he says, putting his phone on the dash bored so i can see all three of them. "hi." i respond sounded as sick as i feel.

matt looks over and gives one of his little smiles before looking back at the road in concentration. my heart flutters almost every time i see him now.

"how are you feeling?" matt asks, still concentrating on driving. after school traffic is the worst.

"umm.... worse to be honest." i say still watching him. "i'm sorry." he says looking back at me. i give him a smile and say, "i'm okay though."

"nick," chris says turning around to look at nick who is occupied on his phone. "aren't you gonna say anything to our sickly friend?"

nick looks up like a deer in headlights. "oh, sorry," he say to me, "today's wednesday. cameron went home today."

"oh! i completely forgot about that!" i exclaim.

chris sits completely back in his seat, "i'm sorry, dude. but, hey, bros before hoes." chris says gesturing to me. i look at matt and he looks at me at the same time as if to say are we bros or hoes?

we are bros...... that have made out before.

"so, even though you sick, do you want to hang out?" nick asks. "or we could just stop by you house for a bit." chris adds.

i think about it for a second. because i am sick, the mature answer would be no, but then i look at matt. i look at him long enough to convince myself to say: "yes."

when they get here, i get up to unlock the door for them. the come in and make them selves at home at the bar stool in the kitchen. "do y'all want a snack or anything?" "you're a snack." nick answers sarcastically. i look down at my outfit (my pajamas) and strike a quick pose.

i throw them some packs of crackers and lay back over on the couch since there is no room for me at the island.

we talk about school and i dread the makeup work that i'm going to have when i go back.

i mindlessly whine and complain about how bad feel and throw an arm over my face. i hear one of them get up and walk over to me. i move my arm to see matt coming to sit on the couch with me.

i scoot over, making room for him. he looks down at me with sympathy in his precious eyes, "do you need us to get you anything?" he asks softly and i try not to melt. "no, i'm good." i tell him, brushing my finger over his hand. his hand is so soft. everything about him is so soft and nice, unlike most guys who are all scruffy and rough.

chris and nick seemed occupied in there own conversation. i took advantage of that and whispered to matt, "thanks for coming to see me." he smiles and says back, "i thought you didn't want to get me... us sick."

i just smile up at him and brush my fingers along his hand again. he grabs my hand and gently intertwines out fingers. butterflies erupt in my stomach and suddenly i'm not thinking about being sick anymore.

i look from our hands, back up to him. he has a small sweet smile on his lips. we just stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. his eyes are so deep, it's like i can see a whole galaxy behind them. and just look at him. just matt. and i enjoy every second of it.

i love nick and chris, but i wish i could spend more time with just matt. just matt. without nick interrupting him or chris finishing his sentences or yelling at him, just pure raw matt.

"the fuck are you guys doing?" nick ruins our moment. we quickly let go of each others hands and act casual.

matt shrugs like everything is normal and i do the same. nick dropped it and life went on.

we were chilling in the living room when i heard my mom pull in the driveway.

"oh, incoming milf alert." chris jokes and i feel nauseous. matt and nick both groan, "gross."

"my mom is not a milf." i correct.

"she would have to be to make you." chris grins wickedly and matt looks up in suprise. "was that supposed to be a pickup line, chris?" nick asks sarcastically.

chris just leans back smirking. i look at matt who is looking at chris with an unreadable expression.

my mom comes in the front door and greets us.

"i don't want you boys to bring this sickness into your house, so you should try to keep your distance."

"yeah, we'll be fine." chris responds.

"oh!" nick sits up suddenly, "we were going to ask, us and a few of our friends are going on a weekend trip and staying in a cabin next week. could y/n go with us?"

i had heard them mention this trip before but i wasn't sure if i was invited or not because it seemed to be an all boys trip.

my mom stops to think for a second. "if she is feeling 100% better, then sure.

"who all is going?" she asked.

"our friends elmer and jack and madi."

oh, so im not the only girl. not that it matters, but i was kinda relieved.

the triplets decided to go home after a while and i continued to lay in misery.