🎱. . .CHAPTER 28 ! -----
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❛ lack of chris ❜

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abelridge where's my creds for taking the second pic 💔
↳ notreallymiks sorry abel...NEXT TIME 💯

notmattsturn look at that weirdo in the fourth slide
↳ notreallymaria ayo 🤨
↳ notmattsturn you're literally a weirdo

fakenick if i see someone mention how crooked my thumb is everyone's getting blocked.
↳ notreallymiks im gonna hold ur hand when i say this

user guys nick and matt both have crooked thumbs 💔💔
↳ notreallymiks dont let nick see this
↳ fakenick okay motherfucker you're blocked.

user i'm noticing a lack of someone in this dump..
↳ user lack of chris...

user IS CHRAYLA NO MORE???? I NEED ANSWERS
↳ user she deleted the pic of him sleeping from a couple weeks ago 😔😔 (i wasn't stalking just curious)

reedmason me in the tree 😁😁
↳ notreallymiks then u proceeded to fall out of it moments later
↳ notreallymaria hes in his tarzan era ❤️

user guys i think we lost mikris ...
↳ user it was bound to happen 💔

user the guy in the last slide is so cute what
↳ notreallymiks mehhhh hes not too bad
↳ abelridge 'not too bad' anyways

user cutest friendship group ever

lucyv scrolling through these comments and i've seen about 100 people saying HIS name.
↳ notreallymiks im deleting them as we speak😁😁

user i need the last guy so bad
↳ author real 😔

notreallymaria whos that weirdo next to nick
↳ notmattsturn your mother
↳ notreallymaria WHAT. who tf do u think u are??????
↳ fakenick stop trying to be me matt ❤️

notreallymaria aw i look so happy in the pic 🥹🥹
↳ notmattsturn 😒
↳ notreallymiks oh my god can u both just makeout and stop flirting in my comments 😑😑
↳ notmattsturn who said we haven't already
↳ notreallymaria WOAH THERE MATT????
     ↳ notmattsturn you know im joking calm down mia ❤️

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Ever since their conversation in the hot tub a couple days ago, chris hasn't been able to get mikayla out of his mind. it's the fact that every little thing he does is enough for him to start reminiscing on his happier memories with her. when he smoked yesterday, all he could think about was her. when he listened to chase atlantic yesterday, all he could think about was her.

it's even worse because it seems like she doesn't care that they don't regularly talk like how it was before, but maybe it's for the better. so here chris is, sat in mikayla's living room on a friday evening with his brothers in the kitchen with her as well as abel. chris genuinely hasn't found anybody as annoying as abel since he was friends with noah. it's the way abel acts like he's so important to her just aggravates him.

it's also the fact that the whole friend group, even his own brothers, all like abel. he genuinely hasn't directly done anything to chris, but mikayla chose abel over him which is the worst thing.

i mean, even nathan thinks that abel's better for miks which is irritating seeing as how nathan still hasn't said a word to chris. it's been awkward whenever nate talks to nick or matt at school when he's with them, since he'll just ignore chris. but one step at a time is what he keeps telling himself.

she hasn't looked at him once, only making everything worse for him. miks giggles with abel, matt and nick as they empty out the bag of groceries for a video on mikayla's channel. chris quickly shoots a glance at miks, noticing how happy she looks as abel rests his arm on her shoulder. his jaw ticks at the physical touch because it should be him, and not abel, shifting his attention back to his phone.

"okay abel, can you help get the shit for the cake please?" mikayla questions with a dimpled grin – he playfully rolls his eyes, rummaging through the kitchen cabinets for any bowls and utensils necessary for the recipe.

mikayla chews on her bottom lip as she glances over at chris sitting on the couch. she can't help but frown at how quiet he is, contrasting with how he normally acts. her shoulders drop and she clears her throat, "do you wanna film with us chris?"

he continues to manspread on the couch, his wet hair caused by the rain outside is hidden by his gray hoodie with a couple of rebellious strands sticking to his forehead. chris doesn't even look up from his phone, as miks still looks at him. "nah," he breathes out one word. "i'll help later or whatever."

mikayla just nods her head, looking at matt but he just shrugs, not knowing what to do to fix them. he's been talking to chris about it every once in a while, but chris doesn't regularly talk about his feelings which isn't helpful at all.

abel passes her the bowls, just as nick stands behind the camera preparing to start filming. "okay can we act like civilized fucking humans while filming? thank you," he says sharply without giving his friends the opportunity to reply. he sighs, pressing the button to start the recording.

mikayla stands up straight, resting her hands on the marble kitchen island as abel throws his arm around her while nick and matt stand on the other side of her. chris immediately looks up once he hears a giggle, rolling his eyes at the pda in front of him. "pretty sure they want a baking video not a fucking romantic comedy," chris bitterly says and nick just disapprovingly shakes his head.

"you know i'm cutting that out chris," mikayla rolls her eyes at the comment, a weak smile growing on her face as she stares at the camera. "hey beautiful people, so sorry for the lack of videos since i haven't posted in literally five weeks," mikayla runs her hand through her hands as she sharply exhales. "but today my favorite clones and abel are gonna be baking. except, i'm not allowed to help them so i'm just gonna try and give them instructions."

nick and matt both wave at the camera, synchronized, and abel just nods his head at the camera with a smile on his face. mikayla reaches for the box of cake mix, squinting as she reads the instructions on the back of it. "wait!" she pauses, "i need something to type my hands together, like some tape or shit. i need a blindfold too."

the three boys in the kitchen all exchanged puzzled looks, not quite understanding what the video idea actually is. mikayla looks up at all three of them, frustratedly pinching the bridge of her nose, resisting the urge to facepalm herself.

"so basically for anyone who's confused," miks turns to face the camera. "i'm gonna be blindfolded with my hands tied, and i'm gonna try help them with only my words," she pushes her messy hair behind her ear. "since they all suck when it comes to baking."

just as mikayla finishes explaining the plan, abel appears with blue tape in one hand and a pink sleeping mask in the other. mikayla pushes her wrists together, stretching her arms out towards him. she looks up at him, grinning as they make eye contact with each other. maybe, abel isn't chris, but he's still a great guy who's been treating her perfectly so far.

chris can't help but shift his attention to them in the kitchen, narrowing his eyes as he watches her eyes practically sparkle when they look at each other, almost replicating exactly how she used to look at him. chris clears his throat, switching his phone off and moving his hips up slightly so he can place the phone in the pocket of his cargo pants.

          "i'm in," he says through a smug smile, rising from the couch. he pulls down his hood as he makes his way towards the kitchen. chris leans on the counter, his arms folded over one another, a slightly angry expression plastered across his face. "hey everyone," he quietly says to the camera.

          nick and matt side eye each other, already completely aware of how this video is going to go. they can already picture the arguments that are about to take place with the amount of escalating tension surrounding everyone.

          mikayla takes in a deep breath, as her arms are tied. "well! looks like chris is actually going to join us in this video," she fakes a smile, remembering how jealous chris gets over the stupidest things. "someone put the blindfold on me, i'm kinda tied up here," miks sighs with a grin, trying to make a joke to ease the thick air around them.

          nick sighs, pushing his lips into a thin line. "congrats, i think that was one of the worst fucking jokes i've ever heard!" he claps his hands together, snatching the sleeping mask from out of abel's hand. he totally knows how chris is going to react if he witnesses something as 'intimate' as abel putting a blindfold on mikayla.

          chris straightens his posture, harshly pushing past abel to stand next to mikayla – whose eyes are now covered. even despite abel being slightly taller than chris, that doesn't stop him from trying to block him out from the video.

          "do you have a problem with me dude?" abel inquires from behind, but chris just stays silent and ignores him. abel obnoxiously sighs, moving to stand next to matt on the other side of mikayla.

          "okay!" miks speaks up, because with her vision taken away she's slightly worried as to what's about to happen. she moves to lean on the counter, "someone needs to open the cake mix that abel happily bought for us. thank you abel!" she cheers and he chuckles.

          chris watches matt holds the box of vanilla cake mix up at the camera, scoffing as he realizes the main issue here. "well done abel, you messed the video up," he scoffs with a crease between his eyebrows. "mikayla doesn't like vanilla, she thinks it's basic. red velvet is her favorite so again, thanks dude," he mocks abel.

          mikayla huffs loudly, already annoyed by the stupid comments. "chris..." she mutters. "please shut up, you're giving me more things to cut out of this video," and that's exactly what chris does, staying silent. only because mikayla told him to, of course because if it was anybody else he would've kept running his mouth.

          but it's mikayla. plus, she might've forgiven him for the kiss on her birthday, but he still just wants her back. he misses the way they'd flirt or the way he made her feel whenever they would make eye contact, even if it was just for a couple seconds.

          "anyways," mikayla hums in amusement. "empty the cake mix into the bowl. we need eggs, butter, and chocolate chips since it's a vanilla cake and i'm more of a chocolate person."

          chris proudly chuckles at the comment with his hands in his pockets, realizing that mikayla just told him to be quiet because she knew every word that left his mouth was correct, just not wanting to make things awkward. chris locks eyes with abel. 'told you', he mouths – so that mikayla can't hear him – with a grin.

matt pours the sachet of cake mix into the bowl as nick passes him the already chopped cube of butter. "hey, hey, hey! i'm not hearing any words, i need to know you guys are doing what i said."

abel laughs at mikayla's words of concern, standing behind her with his hands eating on her shoulders. he slowly looks over at chris, his jaw tense as his eyes turn to slits at what abel's doing on purpose. "hey abel," miks says through a grin; even though her eyes are covered she recognizes his touch.

"hey miks," he quickly responds and chris looks at him with a dumbfounded look on his face. why is this fucking dumbass using the name that he created for her when they were kids? that nickname is reserved for family and friends so why the hell is this random guy using it.

chris kisses his teeth, genuinely fighting the urge to yell at abel to literally get out of mikayla's house. he feels his jaw harden with his arms folded, rolling his eyes everytime he touches her.

matt whisks together the eggs with the mix as well as the butter, "i'm hearing some good mixing!" mikayla compliments. "i already know that's you matt, maria would be so proud of you," she beams and he gives a half smile, feeling his cheeks heating up.

despite chris feels happy that matt and maria seem to be getting closer each day, he can't help the immense feeling of jealousy as he continues to watch abel touch mikayla. then abel searches through the fridge in mikayla's kitchen, picking up a packet of dried fruits. "wanna add these in?" he asks matt and nick.

chris' upper lip lifts into a sneer, literally wanting to knock the stupidity out of abel right now. it's like every second, he says something more idiotic than before, literally stressing chris the hell out. "are you fucking stupid?" chris genuinely inquires, his tone full of sass as if he's channeling his inner matt. "if mikayla wanted to add your stupid fucking dried fruits in the cake then she would've said it in the first place."

matt pauses in shock, stopping his whisking as both his and nick's eyes widen. with the way that chris keeps blatantly showing how much he despises abel, they honestly just want to stop filming and let them sort their issue out.

"chris..." matt breaths out, releasing the whisk. he feels kinda disappointed in his brother that he's letting his jealousy ruin the video, even despite them having a conversation before entering mikayla's home. i mean, nate still isn't talking to chris so why would he think it's a good idea to act so childish in his little sister's youtube video.

"since when are you even in her videos?" chris continues to show his bitterness towards the whole thing, even referring to the past. "i mean you show up here for no reason. but if you willingly wanna be irrelevant, that's your choice. the fans don't even know you."

mikayla just buries her face in her restricted hands, feeling a genuine mix of negative emotions towards chris' attitude right now. she sharply exhales, standing in silence for a couple moments, while nick and matt just look at each other.

"well..." mikayla's the first to speak up, breaking the silence as she lifts her head up. "if you guys want to argue, save it for after my video. you're ruining it," she utters with a barely visible scowl on her face. "if you haven't measured any oil do it please."

matt nods his head, picking up the measuring jug as well as the open bottle of sunflower oil. he pours it in, squinting his eyes to ensure it's the correct and necessary amount because he feels bad for miks. he wants to make sure the cake is perfect so at least one thing doesn't go completely wrong in this video.

"can i just say, i find it really stupid that you guys can't even make a cake," she lightheartedly says, a tone of disbelief in her tone.

nick rolls his eyes, "i'm a youtuber, not a fucking baker," he groans, taking the whisk out of matt's hands. "don't we need to grease the pan or something?"

mikayla points her finger in the air, pursing her lips as she faces who she thinks is nick based on where she heard the voice coming from. "i'm the chef, you guys are my guinea pigs so shush," she hovers her finger above her lips.

"not nick," chris shakes his head, a small grin on his face. "but yes ma'am," he says with a smirk — mikayla just flips him off, still annoyed at him from the way he was acting not moments before.

"can we get some chocolate chunks in this boring ass cake batter," mikayla exclaims frustratedly and they all laugh at the way she seems so passionate about something so stupid such as baking a cake. "add a lot, but not too much that it's a chocolate overdose."

after moments of awkwardness, they finally combined everything and the cake's in the oven. the group all spread out in the living room, except for mikayla and chris because as soon as they finished, miks took the tape and blindfold off, immediately making a bee line to her bedroom, chris following after. with nate staying at a friend's, the house is quiet without him.

mikayla sits on the beanbag in her room, a joint resting between her fingers as smoke hovers around the room. she's not an addict, she's just a teenage girl who has a lot of problems and for some reason, smoking is just a way of comforting herself.

she brings it back to her lips, inhaling as she hums along to childish gambino. the smoke sets in her mouth, clicking her tongue and slightly parting her lips so it can escape into the surroundings. her slightly red eyes, droop as a rosy tint takes over her cheeks but just as she feels at ease, none other than chris sturniolo opens her door.

miks immediately rolls her eyes, putting the joint out on her nearby pink lip shaped ashtray. "go away," she quickly says, and he responds with a frown. "i mean it chris, you ruined my video. do you know how much shit i have to cut out now?"

chris just nonchalantly shrugs, "leave it all in. it's only me putting abel in his place, nothing new," his tone is snarky, only making mikayla open her mouth to speak, but she doesn't. instead, she stays silent, because a part of her genuinely doesn't want chris to leave. "you good there miks?" he questions, taking a seat on the opposite beanbag.

"you're such a dick chris," mikayla spits, her tone stern. "you ruined everything again."

"oh yeah?" chris rolls his tongue inside of his cheek, slowly shaking his head. "you think that i'm gonna stay silent when your friend abel wanted to put fucking dried fruit into a cake? that's the stupidest thing i've ever heard," he says with a huff.

"you think that being jealous is gonna make me want to still be your friend?" mikayla scoffs, a crease appearing between her eyebrows. she sighs, fighting the urge to roll her eyes for the hundredth time, "it won't work on me chris."

his tongue glides across his bottom lip, making direct eye contact with mikayla. "i dont wanna be your friend miks, i wanna be more and we both know that," and then silence follows. but just as mikayla wants to reply, she hears abel calling out for her from downstairs.

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