Sweetheart- Chris Sturniolo x fem oc

Can I tell you something?

Mina POV:
       My phone is about to die and I look like absolute shit, I cannot wait for the triplets to get back with my stuff. I took a shower earlier; Marylou offered her shampoo and conditioner to me so I could take one, but since all my stuff is at home, I had to let it dry naturally. While I wait for Chris to get back, I am laying in bed just thinking. No activities, just thoughts.
       'I hate my natural curls. They're so hard to maintain, and it feels like every 'cute' Pinterest outfit only goes well with straight or wavy hair. But curls like mine need to be ironed to get that look.
       I still feel kind of numb about the whole situation with my brother. To be honest, I couldn't care less that he bruised up my wrists, I am used to that. But I guess I'm just genuinely sad. That's the only way I can really describe it. My brother was my father figure for a long time, until my perception of him got warped because of his stupid fucking drugs and stupid fucking drinks.' My thoughts were cut off by the sound of the front door opening and closing. I leaped out of bed and ran downstairs. I ran up to Chris and gave him a big bear hug.
"Woah, hey what's up" he said with a laugh putting his arms up until he wrapped them around me. 
"Your turn," I said with a big cheesy smile running up to Nick.
"I'm scared of Mina," Nick said looking at Matt.
"You're next," I said preparing to attack Matt with the last hug.
"What's got you all giddy?" Matt said patting my back as he hugs me back. I pulled away.
"Nothin, I just missed you guys. Is that my stuff" I asked pointing to the suitcase Nick was holding.
"Yup," Nick said.
"We figured you'd just stay in Chris' room, but we also have a guest room if you'd rather do that." Matt said.
"Chris' room is just fine." I said, my voice softening.
"Let's go, I'll clear a drawer for you." Chris said with a smile. When we got upstairs, I immediately dug in my suitcase for my hair straightener and heat protector, and brought them to the bathroom. Chris started clearing out a drawer, but looked up mesmerized by me playing with my crazy hair. He walked into the bathroom and stood behind me in the mirror. His eyes softened as he watched my put half of it up.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a laugh.
"Just watching. Can I touch it?"
I turned around to face him.
"Sure, go ahead." I said, the apples of my cheeks tingling with pinky tints flooding them. Chris noticed this and smiled.
"You know, you look pretty all the time, but I've always loved your natural curls." He said tilting his head with a smile. His voice sounding low and genuine.
"Really? Why? They're so hard to maintain, and outfits don't look good with curly hair." His brows furrowed at this.
"That's not true, what are you talking about? I love your curls because they're so you. They're chaotic and beautiful just like you. And they totally put an outfit together."
To say the least I, my legs were jello. I was red as a tomato, and I could feel my ears getting warm.
"Okay," I said, removing the clip from the top half of my hair.
"I guess I'll keep them curly today, just for you." I said with warm smile. He smiled back, his face beaming with joy, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the most perfect way.
"Can I watch you do your makeup too?"  I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, Chris, you can watch me do my makeup." I said.
"Yay" he said with a giggle.

                ~time skip, sorry hehehehe~

       I've been living with the triplets for a week now, and it could not be going better. My mental health is increasing along with my crush on Chris.  DUDE I literally am dead because I love him so damn much. It's Sunday which means it's time for a weekly post.

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