STURNIOLO TRIPLETS

romanic homicide - chris

you and your sister have been staying at the sturniolo's house for months because your parents went away on business trip in florida. you're very close with them because you all grew up together. nick was the one who met you first, and you guys instantly became friends. nick calls you both the girl and the gay. it's an inside joke between you two. you and matt's friendship started because you guys dated in elementary school, but it only lasted for a week. matt realized it would be better if you two were friends. since that, he's been one of your closest friends. chris and you became really good friends over the years you've known each other. you've been dating him for 8 months, and it's been the best months of your life. everything is good, but he likes to lie a lot. before you both started dating, he had a drinking problem. he said he stopped once you two started dating. things were perfect between you two.

or so you thought...

11:46 am
chris awakes from the bright light that shines through the windows. "what time is it?" he asks in his groggy morning voice.

"it's almost 12" you reply back with a very visible annoyed tone in your voice.

"what's your problem y/n?" he sits up in bed next to you.

you face him, and prepare yourself for an argument waiting to come after what you're about to say. "you can't keep coming home late, without telling me what you're doing and who you're with."

chris scoffs and sighs loudly. "hear we go again with this stupid bullshit y/n. why do you care so much what i'm doing?"

"maybe because i'm your girlfriend, and care about you." your voice starts to get louder. "i'm so sick of you and your problems chris." as you're starting to get up from the bed, but he pulls you back.

"don't walk away from me y/n." he says while still holding your arm. he looks at you with soft eyes. "look you don't have to worry about me, i promise everything is okay." he now moves his hand from your arm, to your hand.

you sigh. "okay, but please tell me if anything is wrong?" he nods his head in agreement, and kisses your forehead before he walks out. it was hard for me to not say anything to him. i know something is off with him. he never keeps secrets from me. i just wish he would tell me.

3:26 pm
you hear someone walk out the house. you, matt, and nick walk over to the window. "he always does this shit." matt says walking away from the window. you look in disbelief and scoff while you see chris close the car door. you decide to text him because you're sick of the lying.

chris <3

you have to be joking chris.
read 3:30

i know you see me texting you
read 3:35

next time you leave me on read, it's gonna be a problem dude
read 3:37

fine, have it your way. don't expect me to talk to you when you get back.
read 3:40

i didn't even realize he took a shower earlier. you waited hours for him to come back, or at least send a text. you decided to pass the time by hanging out with matt and nick. you guys made tiktoks, filmed for your youtube, and baked some cookies. hours passed and still no response from chris. matt also texted him but still no response. you got anxious thinking something bad happened to him. you called him, and just like you guessed, it went straight to voicemail. you decide to go up to chris' room and take a nap for a while.

12:36am
while you're about to doze off for the 5th time, you hear what sounds like the front door open. figuring it was chris since both matt and nick were in there rooms, you get up from bed and start walking downstairs. you smell a terrible stench that's coming from the living room. as you're walking, you see chris on the couch. he looked absolutely terrible, like the kid was involved in a fucking tornado. you slap his arm. "y/n what the fuck." he yells standing up.

"look chris i don't know what you're doing at this type of night, but you can't keep hiding things from me. i'm sick and tired of you lying to me. i mean seriously, is it really that hard for you to admit what you're doing with your friends every fucking day? you've got me thinking you've gotten back into drinking or something." you laugh at your comment because you know he would never. especially because of how he acted when he did.

"i'm sorry y/n" you look into his blue eyes, and he looks visually upset.

"sorry for what exactly? lying to me? always leaving without letting me know? having me worry about you all the fucking time chris?" oh the questions i could ask this boy. surely he wasn't cheating on me right? i mean why would he? i'd do anything for him. well almost anything. you looked at him purely confused.

"i started hanging out with milo, nico, and nathan again." chris looked at you with disappointment in his expression.

"that's what you've been hiding?" you laugh at him. "chris i know i don't like them, but as long as you're responsible with them, i don't care." he looks up at you.

"y/n when i'm with them we all drink."

"for a second chris i actually believe you. funny ass joke." chris looks at you, then looks down at him shoes slightly swaying his body left to right. surely he's joking, he wouldn't. not him, he's perfect. he looks back up at you. no fucking way. you start to walk away. i can't take his shit anymore. chris pulls you back with both his hands on your arm, so you're looking directly at him. you stand there in silence.

"come on y/n say something to me." in all honesty, i didn't know what he wanted me to say to him. he told me he would stop drinking a while ago.

"chris," you pause for a second before continuing your sentence. "what the hell do you want me to say to you chris? i'm not mad at you for drinking, i'm upset you've been lying to me for months." your eyes dropped to your feet.

"what do you want me to do then y/n? stop being their friends? i've known them since before i fucking met you." he started getting angry. his face became visibly red. your silence fills the room.

"every time you go out chris, i worry about you. wonder if you're even coming home that night. i'm so fucking sick of caring about somebody who doesn't even care about themselves. you know what happened to you last time you drunk? you hit me because i confronted you for doing it. chris, if you don't care about yourself, then why should i?" chris stood there shocked. he couldn't believe what you said.

"fuck you y/n."

"you know what chris, we're done. i fucking hate you." you walk towards the door, open it, and slam it shut. in the back of my mind, you died.

pov: chris
i watched her as she left slamming the door. i felt terrible. i was so selfish. i slowly walked myself back up to my room. her smell was still there. i plopped down on the bed and looked into the ceiling. my eyes got watery as i closed them shut for the night. i didn't even cry, no not a single tear.