𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 ! 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

toujours et à jamais (c. sturniolo)

↳ summary: in which chris can't seem to keep his attention off his best friend.

↳ warnings: swearing and that's literally it.

↳ author's note: title loosely translates to forever and ever in english from french.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

third person pov

the words that elvis rasped in his forever timeless ballad, 'can't help falling in love' rang throughout the oddly quiet sturniolo residence, the melodic song becoming nothing but a mere hum in the background as chris observed his best friend. he watched as she moved fervently through the kitchen, doting over each and every spare inch, anxiously cleaning as they waited for their brownies to be done.

she hummed along to the song, frustratedly blowing at the stray, limp pieces of hair that fell in her face, settling for unclipping the bun she had in her hair, letting it fall freely.

"she looks so pretty with her hair down." the boy thought to himself, giggling as she impatiently leaned against the counter, sticking her tongue out toward her best friend who just sat there with childlike grin on his face.

"are they almost done?"

"not yet chris, we've got ten more minutes." she laughed, opting to stand at the counter directly across from him, pulling out her phone and scrolling through social media while he sat there impatiently, tapping his fingers atop the marbled island, growing bored within seconds.

"how about now?"

"chris."

"yn."

"you literally just asked me not even a full two minutes ago."

"but i want them now." he whined, making his best friend giggle which made the biggest smile split across his face. her laughter was easily his favourite sound. any time he made her laugh, he felt accomplished. like he finished the greatest task known to man.

"wanna dance while we wait?" she hummed, propping her chin up on her closed fist, waiting patiently for chris' answer.

"sure but i'm picking the first song." chris obliged, taking the girl's phone from her grasp, lazily typing in her password, which happened to be his birthday, 0801. he spent a good minutes scrolling through her endless playlists, finally settling for the kiss of venus by paul mccartney and dominic fike, playing the upbeat song at a low volume, not wanting to cause too much disruption at one thirty two in the morning.

chris gingerly took his best friend's hand in his, placing her other one on his shoulder before resting his spare hand comfortably above her hip. the two swayed back and forth, with yn occasionally twirling under her and chris' raised hands, their quiet giggles disrupting nick's sleep. unbeknownst to them, nick watched from his barely open door, a knowing grin on his face as the two continued to dance around the empty kitchen, yn's loud laugh ringing through the kitchen as chris dipped her down, quickly pulling her back into his chest. nick quickly texted matt a picture of the two dancing, chris' face held between yn's hands. knowing matt was still awake, nick immediately turned to him, needing to freak out over his brother and best friend with someone.