Sturniolo Triplets Imagines & More

Safety Net

CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO
Summary: A midnight snack run with chris literally takes a turn for the worst
Warnings: language, men, slut shaming/name calling

note: I'm making a part 2 of Gossip Queen soon I have an idea. And I'd also like to apologize for taking like an almost two month long hiatus on this while I was doing work on other wattpad stuff. this book should always be my first priority, second being the color series, and third being everything else.

And I say this all the time, but LET ME KNOW HERE if there are any requests you guys have had where I haven't answered/written for yet!

Also, I don't know if you know. But there's this silly little thing on here where you can set a date/time for something to be published, can you see that there's a chapter waiting to be published the same way you can on YouTube? I'm a little confused.

COUNT HOW MANY TIMES Y/N SAID FUCK/FUCKING FOR A COOKIE

Y/n's POV

I wasn't exactly scared of anything I guess. Rollercoasters were a whole other story. Not my fucking favorite thing ever, but I wasn't terrified of snakes or being kidnapped. I was trusting myself and those around me to keep me safe. Which is why when Chris asked if I wanted to walk to the store I was perfectly fine. I was wearing pajamas. Some plaid red and black shorts and a fresh love hoodie that Chris had taken off literally moments before I put it on. It smelled just like him and the Fresh Love was hella comfortable. Chris was wearing almost the same thing, just instead of shorts it was pants and a white t-shirt, which was under his hoodie. We were kinda matching in a cute way. My hair was down, I had just previously showered but I was feeling restless. After the shower, Chris put on a movie and popped some popcorn. And now he wanted to get slushies from the 7/11 in LA that was literally two blocks away.

I shoved my feet into some slides and Chris and I left the house quietly and walked down to the store. We would have drove in a car, but neither of us have our licenses. So it was whatever. The walk in the cool 2 AM LA summer breeze was fantastic for my drying hair. Chris and I walked together down the streets holding hands tightly to make sure neither of us got trapped out here in the night. We walked quickly, wanting to be back at the house sooner rather than later. before anyone noticed we snuck out. Even though we were both adults. Which is crazy to think about honestly.

We walked through the 7/11 doors with smiles on our faces. I tell Chris which flavor I wanted, and the assortment of flavors that I wanted if they had them available at this time of the hour. Chris went off in the direction of the drinks and I walked to the snack aisle. It was rather small, having a whole wall and one small rack dedicated to the snacks. But there was other stuff in the way blocking Chris and I. If it wasn't for those safety mirrors on the ceiling, I wouldn't have noticed the man standing behind me. I didn't even think there was anyone else in the store. He wasn't wearing any store outfit either, so I knew he didn't work here. I turned around and smiled. White man, late 40s. Hair: balding. Khaki pants and a white shirt. White tennis shoes, seemingly without any labeling. Probably a place like Wal-Mart or Target but I didn't care. I stepped aside thinking he was trying to pass me. He smiles. Few teeth missing. I keep my smile plastered. I was freaking out only a little bit. He stepped closer to me. "Do you come here often?"

"No not really. Just whenever my boyfriend asks." I say stressing the fact I have a boyfriend. Can I still lie about being a minor? "Do you always do what your boyfriend asks?"

"Uh pretty much yeah." I shrugged. Chris was scared of relationships, I always tried my best to make sure he was comfortable with me. Even if it put me in situations where I didn't feel so comfortable. Plus, it always gave us the best adventures. Usually when we snuck out like this it was because we were home. In Boston. Screwing around at a park or in a parking lot. Maybe even inside a public store rather than a gas station shop. "Well if you're ever looking for a real man I'm right here." He sticks his hand out, thinking I would take his hand. "I'm Bob."

"Hi Bob." I waved awkwardly. Where the fuck is Chris? "Are you not going to shake my hand pretty lady?" Bob stepped closer to me and I backed away. "I have a boyfriend sorry. I'm also a minor."

"Oh it's okay, I can wait for you. We don't have to tell either. Why don't you dump that boyfriend of yours and just come with me huh gorgeous?"

"I'm a fucking minor you fucking creep!" I shouted, finally getting fed up with this douche bag. Not only was he fucking weird, but he was also fucking old and fucking scrawny and fucking short and fucking bald as fuck! "Hey, hey," Chris exclaims coming around the corner on my side. Old man can't even make more than minimum wage whereas my man could post a thirty second thirst trap and make one hundred bucks in like 20 minutes. Not only that, but he says and does shit that makes young women feel empowered and good about themselves. He's supportive and he's the best fucking boyfriend in the whole fucking world. There's no one better than him.

"Look man, we don't want any trouble." Chris sighs resting the drinks on one of the counter tops. "This shit doesn't concern you man."

"You're trying to get with my girl dude, the shit concerns me." Chris pushes me behind him so the man can no longer see me anymore. "Then maybe your girl shouldn't be walking around dressed like a whore."

"She's wearing fucking pajamas and my hoodie. What fucking problem should you have with that man? It's no fucking excuse to start calling her names. Why don't you go mind your fucking business somewhere else and get the fuck outta here."

"Instead of telling me go away, you should tell your girlfriend to cover up. She looks like a fucking slut. All that slutty makeup on her face!" A couple of the workers came around the corner. "Seriously man, we're gonna have to ask you to leave." One of the guys says. He was taller than both the man and Chris, and very fit and in shape. It seemed to visibly scare the man. "I was just leaving anyway." He throws his hands up in defense as he stumbles out of the store. Another worker, a female, walks over to Chris and I. "I'm so sorry, he's been in here for a while. He's been drinking I guess. Legally I'm not allowed to kick anyone out of the store. He came in for more liquor but since there wasn't anyone over the age of 21 working I wasn't able to sell. If I was, he would have been gone a lot sooner. I really am sorry." She apologizes as she glances between Chris and I. "For that I'd like you guys to take whatever you want really as an apology."

"It's not your fault. And thank you so much." The man who had forced the guy to leave was standing out side making sure he was really gone for good. "Chris can we call an uber or something? I don't want to go outside if he's there."

"Yes of course. I would never let anything happen to you though, like ever. I'm so fucking sorry baby. He didn't touch you did he, cause if he did I'll fucking kill him right now-"

"No no!" I let Chris wrap my in a hug, holding him tightly to me. "He didn't touch me. I promise." I smiled up at him. Chris presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. "I'm so sorry baby. Go ahead and pick out whatever snacks you want okay." Chris smiles gently. It's so cute how his whole personality shifts. When we were at home he was sleepy and soft. A little giggly and smiley as we watched the comedy movie. And then protective as we walked, holding my hand tightly to make sure we wouldn't get separated. And then sweet again as we entered the store, letting me go off on my own to get snacks for us. And then defensive mode when that guy was bothering me. And then sweet again, letting me know how much he truly cares for me. "I love you." I mumbled into his neck as we stood there in the aisle, ignoring everything around us. "I love you more." he chuckles back.

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