chris sturniolo imagines *ੈ✩‧₊˚

a "just-because" basket

chris had never really been the type of gift giving. not really to his friends, family, or even his potential girlfriends in the past.

he was more of a laid back dude, he cherished taking long naps together, watching you and his favorite movies on repeat, trying out new snapchat filter together and laughing your asses off, even going as far as to record tiktoks together but only keep them in his drafts. he liked spending time with you, not going out of his way to buy silly and expensive gifts on days that werent your birthday or christmas. he thought it was stupid.

*ring ring* his phone vibrated on his table as he finished up the movie he had started last night. in his lap sat a half eaten twix, 3 gummy clusters, and an empty nerds gummy clusters bag. he sighs and carefully leans over to grab his phone. "hello?" he yawned.

"hi, baby!" marylou enthuses through the phone, "how you been?"

"oh, hey, mom. um, yeah, ive been good,"

"thats good, sweet. um, i called your brothers, they said you had a date tonight?" marylou was very much a meddler. she liked to be involved with her boys' relationships; never with bad intentions, she just wants to know how her boys were treating these young ladies.

"yeah, i do." chris says, wanted to take a bite from his twix but not wanting to interrupt her speaking.

"okay! were you takin her?"

"um.. i think were just gonna chill at her house for a bit. i might teach her how to play fornite too." chris fiddles the wrapper, almost engulfing the soft milk chocolate the laces the caramel and 3 tiered wafer.

"well.. thats a hangout, not a date. why dont you get her some flowers? whats her favorite flower?"

"i dont know."

you could audibly hear marylou sigh and shift on her velvet blankets, clearly disappointed and overthinking how she raised her children. "chris, you should always know a girls favorite flower, chocolate, candy, chip, and any other thing that you could possible get them in the world. did your father not teach you these things? you see, your father always got me the most beauti-" marylou rambles on about how jimmy always picked out her favorite flower, the lilac, and picked her up every saturday for a date at a local diner not too far out of somerville.

but all chris could think about was how he didnt know his own girlfriends favorite flower. or book. or anything that has any kind of personality trait of you. he knew you sometimes like to read, but that was only if it was a romance-classic, anything else you wouldnt even touch.

or the fact that you loved music, maybe more than you loved him, and you would love to listen to any kind of music whenever. rock, jazz, hiphop, oldies, anything could get you going.

"you get it chris? a girl loves when a boy like you cares. so care, chris. she loves you and you love her and i dont want to see you heartbroken again, okay?" marylou softens her voice toward the end, making sure to be as gentle when talking about such topics. "yes, mom. i get it... so what do i do?"

"get her a basket. full of anything you think she would like. and tell her you love her and want to spend the rest of your life with her."

"okay. bye mom," chris smiles, already thinking of ideas of what to get you.

"yes, yes, thank me when you guys get married, love you,"