A CHILLY BREEZE hit Morgan March's tan face as she and her uncle Ted stepped out of the Boston airport. She exhaled through her mouth, smiling to herself as a cloud of fog appeared in front of her face.

"I did not miss Boston winter, that's for sure," Teddy March chuckled as he waved a taxi cab over. Morgan laughed at her uncle as he adjusted his scarf.

Ted began to load their suitcases into the car while also explaining to the driver where he wanted to go. Morgan shut the car trunk and walked around the side, climbing into the heated car.

The car ride was just over thirty minutes, which gave Morgan and Ted enough time to warm up from the cold outside. Teddy March continued to type into his iPhone, contacting his work that he had arrived in Boston safely, and also organizing dinner with his old neighbors.

"Thank you!" was all Morgan called out as the cab driver waved and drove away. She stood, shivering on the pavement with her carry-on bag and suitcase in hand.

The pair waddled to the door or their old house. Ted let out a large sigh as the door unlocked and he stepped foot inside the familiar home.

"Oh, it's so nice to be back," Morgan exhaled happily, she ran towards the heater and turned it on. It took the two a few minutes to warm up and finally get up to put their suitcases away. The moving van wouldn't be coming for another day, meaning they had no pots, pans, coffee machine and some furniture was missing too.

"Hey, are you okay to go out like that?" Ted asked his niece, scanning her black sweat pants and long-sleeved, black Nike cropped shirt. Morgan looked down at her outfit, shrugging.

"Sure, depends where we're going."

Ted paused for a moment, he knew how much his niece had trusted him to say what happened between her and the boys she considered her best friends. He was anxious about her reaction, he felt like he had betrayed her in some way.

"The um, the Sturniolos. For dinner," he quickly spat out, looking down in shame. He heard Morgan let out a small 'oh' before falling silent.

The young girl thought for a moment, playing with the locket necklace those specific boys had given her three Christmases ago with a photo of them in it.

"Okay."

Ted's head shot up in confusion. Did he hear her right? Morgan nodded her head at his expression watching as his furrowed brows turned into a grin.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was scared you would hate me," he let out a laugh. Morgan smiled cheesily as he pulled her into a hug.

"Trust me, Uncle Teddy, you've done worse," she shrugged, patting his back before checking the time on her phone. "It's five-thirty pm, what time are we going there?"

"I said five-thirty," Ted's eyes widened as he grabbed his coat and dragged Morgan out of the house and five meters down the street.

Morgan stood anxiously on the porch waiting for the door to be answered. The memories she had made on this porch began to flood her mind, sneaking home with the triplets after going out for a late drive, having water gun fights, forcing the boys to have tea parties and so many more.

The front door clicked open, revealing a bright-eyed woman with glasses and curly hair. MaryLou Sturniolo was her name, the mother figure Morgan had grown up with.

"Ted! Morgan! I'm so glad you could make it," she grinned, pulling both of them in for a hug. Morgan smiled happily as she hugged the woman back.

"So, Morgan, tell me how France was," MaryLou lifted her eyebrows as she handed the girl a can of Dr Pepper. Morgan smiled gratefully, taking a sip before speaking.

"Oh, it was incredible! The people, the food, the culture, almost everything about moving there was amazing," Morgan rambled, pausing to let MaryLou speak.

"I'm glad. We missed you and your uncle Ted, very much," the older woman spoke sweetly, watching as Morgans smile faltered. "What is it?"

"Hm?"

"You stopped smiling for a second when I said we missed you, what happened?" MaryLou clarified what question she had asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," Morgan tried to give a convincing smile, sighing as MaryLou gave her a knowing-mom look. "Fine, I tried keeping in contact with the triplets but after two months they began to ghost me," she shrugged.

MaryLou paused a moment, her sons had used the word ghost, she had just forgotten what the meaning of the slang word meant.

"It means sort of cutting off contact," Morgan added, seeing the look on the woman's face.

She felt bad outing the trio to their own mom but she knew MaryLou wouldn't stop worrying until she told her. That's why Morgan admired the woman, she always knew what to say, when to say it and how to deal with it.

"Oh. Sweetheart I'm so sorry about that! I'm also sorry because I didn't tell the boys you were coming for dinner, I thought we could surprise them."

"They're going to be surprised alright," Morgan chuckled, making MaryLou also laugh.

"I think they're just in Chris's room, want me to take you there?" She asked Morgan.

"I should be fine, thanks for the offer though."

MaryLou nodded kindly, watching Morgan stand up and walk in the direction of her youngest son's room. Morgan shut her eyes, talking to herself before knocking on the wooden door. She heard the voices of the three boys, they've definitely changed, she thought to herself.

Two quiet knocks were enough to make the three loud voices stop. Morgan felt herself go pale, she didn't want to see them, it was too soon, wasn't it? Too late. The door opened, a boy two inches taller than Morgan swung the door open.

He went to speak, assuming it was his mom but felt his breath hitch in his throat as he caught sight of the young lady in front of him.

Morgan scanned the boy, he was wearing a thin-knit sweater and khaki cargo pants along with Doc Martins. This had to be Nicolas. She smiled politely up at the familiar blue eyes.

"Nick, who is it?" A confused voice spoke, then footsteps were heard. Another set of blue eyes were staring at the girl in shock. This triplet had longer, messy hair and was wearing a hoodie and plaid pajama pants. Definitely Christopher. Morgan told herself.

"Morgan," Christopher Sturniolo smiled widely, pushing his brother out of the way to embrace the girl in a warm hug. Morgan was taken by surprise but eventually gave in and hugged the boy back.

"Hey, come in," Nick smiled warmly, none of the three had forgotten the stunt they pulled but only hoped that Morgan would forgive them.

"Matt, look who's back!" Chris chuckled, his arm over Morgan's shoulders.

Yet another pair of gorgeous blue eyes made contact with her honey-brown ones. Matthew was sitting on what she assumed was Chris's bed wearing a green sweater and similar pants to Nicks.

"Hi."

Morgan avoided his eyes as she greeted him. Was Chris the only one who was excited to see her? Matt smiled awkwardly at the brunette girl, not knowing what to say.

"Hey, Moe," he finally spoke, brushing a hand through his hair. Morgan felt her cheeks go pink at the childhood nickname. She shyly smiled back at the boy not knowing what else to say.

"Sit down, Morgan," Chris whined, patting the spot on the bed next to him. Morgan shook her head in amusement and sat down next to him.

"How's Marseille been?" Nick asked, resting his chin on his palms while lying over Matt's legs.

"Really great actually," Morgan grinned.

"That's good, I'm glad! I need to see photos."

Morgan laughed sweetly at the boy's passion for photography. She pulled out her phone quickly swiping as she remembered who her background was.

"Ooh, who's that, Moe?" Chris teasingly asked her after catching a glimpse of the male on her lock screen, his speech was enough to make Matt glance up.

"My friend Giovanni," she laughed at his excitement. She opened her photo gallery and gave her phone to Nick who was now adjusting himself on the other side of her. Chris leaned over Morgan and watched as his brother swiped through the photos.

"That looks so fun, oh my gosh," Nick gaped at a photo of her and her friends modelling the clothes Morgan had sewn.

Chris 'oohed' and 'ahhed' at many of the photos which made Matt curious as to what they were looking at. He peeked over at the phone, watching as Nick swiped through. Suddenly Nick began to swipe back a few photos, stopping at one specifically and looking at Morgan with a smirk.

"Is this Mr Giovanni again?" He questioned, looking at the photo of her and her so-called friend Milo, drinking a milkshake together.

"Yes, Nick. That's Giovanni," Morgan chuckled at his expression. "No, we did not have a relationship, we were just best friends," she added, watching as Chris was about to speak.

"Why not? You would've been a good looking couple," Chris nudged the girl.

"That's like saying Nick and I should date."

Chris paused for a minute, his lips parted in confusion as he glanced up at Matt who shook his head at how slow his brother was.

"Oh! He's gay," Chris said out loud making Nick fold over in laughter.

"Great going, Sherlock," Matt shook his head in laughter, feeling the sudden pit in his stomach begin to disappear. 

( 💌 ) MAL SPEAKS,

guys i feel like lightning mcqueen rn,
KA-CHOW!! only because of how fast
i'm getting these parts out. i hope we're
all satisfied with the first chapter, i've
had it in my drafts for a week now 💀

but guess what?! this story is ranked
#3 in #mattsturniolo WHAAAT? that's
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i think the reason this has grown so fast
was the fact i posted that i made a fic
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there say 'hi'!! chapter two should be out
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