sturniolo/nate imagines

asthma-Matt

Y/N POV

I'm filming a car video with the triplets today. Im sitting in the back with Nick, were reading anonymous confessions.
We read some and Chris read this.
"I raced my grandpa and tripped him." He giggled.
"I feel like you'd do that." I said, his jaw dropped.
"If I was racing you, I wouldn't need to cause I'd beet your ass."
"I am so much faster than you." I replied.
"No your not!"
"Yes I am!"
"Race me then. Let's go right now." He said.
"I can't I got asthma." I said kind of sad I couldn't prove him wrong.
"That's not an excuse."
"Dog, I could literally die. I don't have my inhaler." He gave me a look. Matt reached over to the glove box.
"What are you doing?" Chris asked. He closed it and held up an inhaler.
"Why the fuck do you have that?" I asked extremely confused.
"Because you almost never bring it, and if you need it, I don't want you to die." He said. I smiled at how cute he is.
"Ok, now let's race. You have no excuse." Chris said, he opened the door and climbed out. I did the same. We started walking away.
"How far are we going?" I asked.
"That line to the van." He pointed to a line. We stood behind it and got ready.
It's about a hundred yards, so pretty far.
"3, 2, 1, go!" I yelled. We both ran as fast as we could.
I reached the van way before he did.
I felt my chest tighten as my breaths got shorter. I stuck my head in the van and reached out my hand. Matt gave me my inhaler. I shook it and brought it to my mouth taking a puff. I saw Chris side eyeing me as I held it, so I flipped him off.
"Fuck, you." He panted, out of breath. I released it and climbed in.
"So, Chris sucks." I said, catching my breath.
"You cheated." He said.
"How the fuck did I cheat?" He didn't answer.
"He's also a sore loser." I giggled.
"Go Y/N!" Nick cheered, giving me a high five. I gave Matt the inhaler back, and he held it and looked at it.
"How did you get that?" I asked.
"I called your doctor and asked for one."
"Wha'd you tell him?"
"That I was your boyfriend and wanted to have one for you."
"And he just believed you?"
"He asked me your address and birthday for verification." He smiled.
"Then he told me that I was a good boyfriend."
"Liar," I mumbled. He frowned as Nick laughed.
"Just kidding." I said, booping his nose. His face scrunched up, and he turned forward.
"Can I see it?" Chris held his hand out, and Matt gave it to him. He looked at it for a while.
"Do you ever have to use it while your fucking?" He asked looked back at me. Me and Matt looked at each other as we giggled, Nick was dying.
"It's a serious question." He said, giggling a little himself.
"Sometimes," I said truthfully.
"Actually!" He yelled.
"How often?" Nick asked.
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"I'd say once a month." Matt added.
"Well out of how many times?" Chris giggled.
"Let's see," Matt said, counting on his fingers.
"There's like 30 days in a month, so, about, 60." He nodded.
"60!"
"60's crazy."
"Matt! It's not 60." I slapped his shoulder.
"How much then?" He asked me.
"25," I shrugged.
"Nuh, uh!" He disagreed.
"Well it's not 60!"
"That's twice a day." He nodded.
"Does each round count?" Nick and Chris's laughter got even louder.
"No." Matt answered. I thought more.
"Let's say 45."
"Ok, 45." He agreed.
"So one out of 45 times." Nick giggled.
"Yes."
"45 a month is insane." Chris said, his laughter dying down.
"Not when she looks like that." Matt smirked.
"Mathew," I scolded.
"What? You're hot." He shrugged.
"You have to cut this out." I said to Nick.
"Not a chance."