Mine ~ Chris Sturniolo

Part 2

I woke up with a pair of arms holding me tightly. My eyes diverted to the figure above me. Chris. He's so peaceful when he sleeps. His hair was a mess, but he still succeeded to look like his handsome self. He's such a pretty boy. A gentleman too. He always opens the door for me, makes sure I'm okay and oh my God when he puts his arm around my shoulder. I could just die whenever he looks at me with his pretty blue eyes. I smiled as I looked at him.

"Morning Ana" I don't know. It's just something about his morning voice that's just so.... 😍 "Hi" my voice was okay I guess. My heart melted at his voice. I always feel so happy when I hear him speak. His voice is like reassurance to be happy, you know? He slowly got up, raising himself up into a sitting position against my headboard. I let go of him and got off my bed, ruffling my hair out of my face. "Chris?" "Ana?" "Can you stay over today?" "Sure, Ana."

Although I do trust Nick and Matt with my life, I trusted Chris just a little bit more. Chris knows literally all of my secrets, some stuff even Nick doesn't know. I'm gonna tell Chris about it today. I'm scared but I know I should get it out to someone that I trust. He's pretty trustworthy. Right?

I took a shower and got changed in the bathroom, Chris was still in my room doing God knows what, waiting for me to get done. Since the triplets come over a lot, I kept some of their clothes here incase they stay the night. I did my morning routine as usual and got dressed into some sweat pants and one of Chris' hoodies that he gave me a few weeks ago. I still remember that day. We went to the movies together without Nick and Matt, since they were busy editing the videos and Chris just needed a 'break from reality' as he said. That night Chris held me in his arms for the longest time in months. That when I started to develop these...feelings for him?

I don't know though. I think these feelings are just a sort of...distraction...from everything happening currently. I asked Chris for consent before entering my room, think he might still be getting dressed because he showered before me. The cold air of my room collided with the warmth of the bathroom, making a weird effect on the temperature. I set my dirty clothes in my washing basket and decided to clean up a bit since there was candy wrappers and clothes everywhere.

I soon realized that Nick and Matt weren't in the house. I suppose they went home or something? DID THEY SEE US CUDDLING?! Shit. I know they're gonna be mad at me for this because they get mad at every girl that flirts with Chris. LITERALLY EVERY GIRL. I hope it's nothing serious because I can't be loosing my only loyal friends right now. They're all I have.

A troublesome smile grew on Chris' face when I sat down. "What?" I was confused why he was looking at me with so much admiration in his eyes, he never does that. "Nothing" he sat right next to me and our legs touched. My breathe hitched at just a slight connection, I don't know why that always happens. I don't think he can see the pink tint that warmed my face through my caramel skin color. His arm wrapped around my shoulder and I flinched at his touch.

The words on my tongue were stiff and needed to be forced out. My lungs felt like they were closing and my heart beat quickened. The romantic moment between Chris and I ended, now it was time to do then thing I've been dreading for 5 years. "Chris. I need to tell you something really important. Something you can't tell Nick or Matt. I need you to swear that you won't tell. Promise you won't be mad at me." I rambled before saying what needed to come out. Procrastination is the thief of time. Procrastinating will only take away what you don't have a lot of left. Time.

"Ana. Calm down and breathe, okay?" he reassured me that no matter what I say that he will always be there for me and support me in what I'm going through, unless I get new best friends then he's out. He held my hand in his, making sure I was okay and helping me calm me breathing cycle. My heart beat's fast rate slowed down as I took deep breathes in and out. My last breathe. In. And out.

All emotion left the room and seriousness entered. My hand squeezed Chris' soft hand as I started, "Ever since the 7th grade," I took a deep breathe, forcing the words out of my throat, "My dad...he uh. He's been staying at home and getting drunk all day. When I come home sometimes he shouts and he, uh." The familiar burning returned in my eyes as pools of salty water filled my eyes. My eyes swelled at the sudden action, my eyes attempting to blink back the monsters of sadness that grew within seconds. "He...hurts me and Julie," I said nothing more after Chris pulled me into a warm hug.

I sobbed into his chest. I finally did it. I actually told someone about it. My mascara dripped from my face and onto his shirt. "Y-your shirt" I said, stuttering between my words from crying so much. "It's okay, don't worry" he reminded me that it's okay and that it's Matt's shirt anyways so he'll just wash it. He held me there for an hour, stroking my hair and resting his head on my head. He helped me wipe my tears away, his soft hands gliding across my pink and swollen face.

His beautiful blue eyes looked into mine, and he smiled. A face, I tried to give him something at least. Our heads were just inches apart. This isn't right I should do it. He cupped my face and said, "You'll be just okay, Ana. I'm so proud of what you did today. Opening up to someone about something so sad isn't easy. I'm proud of you."

I'm proud of you. Chris is proud of me? Someone is proud of me for once in my life. Chris will always be my cheerleader, wherever I am. I'm so grateful to have him. He deserves the whole world.

The world around us stopped as he inched closer. My heart beat rate increased again, only this time it was a good one. I moved my head closer to his, closing the space between the two of us. He connected his soft lips to mine, embracing me in a kiss full of nothing but love. After 5 seconds of our connection, I pulled away. A pink tint washed over my face, now extremely visible. His pale skin turned red in a span of a few seconds, him lying back onto my headboard with his arm around my shoulder once again.

I can't believe I just kissed my best friend's brother. What. The. Fuck. What the hell am I doing. I knew it was wrong, but in the moment I just felt like I was finally loved. Wow. Chris and I fell asleep holding each other once again. Love was in the air people. WAIT. LOVE?? ABSOLUTELY NOT DIANA. You can't be in love with your best friend!