𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐘, chris sturniolo

𝟎𝟐𝟏, cookies can solve anything

★  S P A R K S F L Y ★

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chapter TWENTY ONE! 💌

( "cookies can solve anything." )

— real life —

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REAL LIFE! — 🍓

when the final whistle blew, both annie and nick audibly sighed in relief. the lacrosse game felt like it had dragged for years, and this was also evident in the players, all of whom looked more than exhausted, and disheartened. they'd lost, in the end, and whilst annie usually didn't care about lacrosse, something about how despondent chris looked in the last few photos they'd snapped made her heart twinge slightly.

so, unsurprisingly, when chris made his way over and was promptly informed about the sleepover, he showed no reaction. just a simple shrug, and he was walking away from annie and nick, towards a livid looking coach. annie would've been mad at him for this if A) he didn't look on the verge of a breakdown after the disappointing result and B) his brother wasn't rushing over to join her and nick.

matt didn't appear to be as crestfallen as chris though, instead smiling brightly as he came to a stop next to the pair. he was also apparently very much eager to leave, the way he looked nervously over his shoulder at coach speaking volumes.

and so, after matt had been brought up to date with the sleepover arrangement, and had also agreed to swing by annie's house to pick up her stuff, him, nick and annie all started the trek towards the parking lot. they stopped twice, at the locker room, in order for matt to grab his and chris' gym bag, and to tell chris to meet them when he was finished talking to coach.

which, in hindsight, annie wished they hadn't done. he stood talking, or more accurately, arguing with the man for a solid 20 minutes, and annie swore she could feel white hair growing through by the time he finally sauntered over to the three of them.

"took your fucking time." annie snapped, and chris' glare in reply had her regretting her tone of voice.

after coach's talk, chris was clearly in an even worse mood, and as he continued to glare at annie as he slowly retrieved his gym bag back from matt, it was evident she'd contributed to it further. his eyes remained narrowed as he threw the bag and his stick in the trunk, and made a move to sit in the back seat.

this was when annie snapped out of her state of trying to decipher chris, and frowned, pulling him back out the car by his lacrosse jersey. "what do you think you're doing?"

"uhhh... sitting in the back...?" chris didn't see the problem, annoyingly, his scowl deepening. shit, whatever coach had ridiculed chris on had really pissed him off.

but, annie had started this string of bickering, and in all honesty, didn't really want to go back on herself. plus, after last night's antics, she felt he deserved a little verbal retaliation. which is why she happily carried on the argument that was clearly heading her way with little to no hesitation.