"Do you listen to Alex G?"
"Is that a rapper?"
He wasn't aware his type was girls who had bangs and listen to Indie music.
CS X FEMOC!
IRL! SOCIAL MEDIA!
TEXT AFTER TEXT, call after call the group slowly but surely become inseparable. Much to Matt' dismay he gets much conformation from Roslyn which was guaranteed from the beginning, Nick mainly gushes over the girls music taste, opinions on movies, shows, bands and much more, all while he observes from afar from pride at how his brothers have already adapted to their new friends.
Especially Chris.
Tthe group are in the girl's apartment, greeting each other as the triplets pass the doorway sharing smiles and embraces. Chris finds his eyes no longer looking at Roslyn and her immediately just pushing Matt with a hard shove without reason, he of course furrows his eyes and raises his arms spouting a "You've got issues." To her. He hears his brother and Roslyn bicker and Nick already saying "Guys break it up!"
Chris' eyes drift away slowly, examining the apartment. There is something missing. Someone missing. He begins to wander through the entry. Scanning the small space where the kitchen and the living room connect, no trace of the entity engraved in his mind like a name carved on a tree.
Nick spots his brother' antics closely and smiles sweetly to himself, shaking his head at the sheepish Chris wondering around the apartment.
Chris only has one mission, he barely realises he is searching the apartment, his legs move to the hallway until he then hears speaking. It gets louder the more he moves closer to her room. As he stares blankly at her door which is spray painted in big letters, his chest wells up.
STEVIE.
Chris finds himself breathing heavily, was it nerves or just those butterflies? While questioning himself he is enchanted at the notion of what she is listening to. Immediately alerted hearing the man repeating romantic phrases to someone he is talking to.
It sounds like it's from a scene of halloween movie. he thinks to himself.
He takes a deep breath and knocks on her door, he hears rustling until her face is revealed, Chris just smiles until he feels woozy. "Hello you!" She brings him in for a tight hug, the longing Chris has for her arms to be wrapped around him, he endears it like he is being put back together again not knowing he was broken. She takes in his scent and mentally affirms it.
"Hey...Wh-what was that thing you were listening to?"
"Oh It's a sample from a song, do you know it?! It's by the band TV Girl!" She states as she grabs his hand and drags him into her room. He looks at her dumbfounded, feeling insecure at the sight of her, smiling weakly to herself at his reaction to her question. Chris is not used to this, he has been too naive all his life to recognise all the lives around him but himself.
