Location - LA
I was at the triplets house as usual. I was in Chris' room while he was taking a shower. I was laying on Chris' bed when he came out of the shower in a Fresh Love tracksuit. "Hey baby." He said while walking over to the bed. "Hey." I replied. "What are you doing?" He asked while plopping down on the bed next to me. "Nothing just online shopping." I said. "Well can you please get off of your phone and pay attention to me?" He said. I tossed my phone to the side and adjusted my body to face him. "Hi baby." I said. "Hi." He said. Chris just stared at me for a minute. "You taking in a good view?" I asked while laughing a little. "You know that you are just so gorgeous?" Chris asked. "Um what are you seeing in me that I'm not?" I asked. "What are you talking about? You are the most beautiful girl in the world. No one can say otherwise." Chris said.
"Yeah I guess." I said while grabbing my phone. Chris took my phone out of my hand and put it in his pocket. "Hey! Why did you do that?" I asked while whining a little. "Look at me." Chris said. "I'm looking." "No I'm serious. Listen very carefully when I say this." "Okay." I replied. "You are the most beautiful, caring, kind, gorgeous, loving, amazing, thoughtful girl that I have ever known. You mean the world to me. I love you so much and I hope that you see and know that. I love how you can act like a little baby sometimes. I love how you want everyone to know that I'm your boyfriend. I love how you care for others. I love how you want to make an impact with your career and everything that you do. I love how you can barley sit still for more than an hour in a day. I love how you take things to heart and remember the little things about me. I love how you care for my brothers. I love how you never want to see anyone feeling down or upset. You are just amazing y/n and I hope you realize that." Chris said. I was speechless at what he had to say. "You really think so?" I said while my eyes were filling with tears. "No. I don't think so. I know so." Chris said. Tears started to roll down my face. "Don't cry baby. I know you have been through so much in your life, but you bring me pure joy and you make my day everyday." Chris said while wiping my tears away. Chris moved to the top part of the bed by the pillows. "Come here." Chris said while holding his hands out for me to come and cuddle with him. I went over there and laid my head on his chest. He ran his hands through my hair.
I looked up at him. "Why did you choose me out of all of the pretty people?" I asked him with tears filling my eyes again. Chris sat him and I up. We were now both criss cross applesauce facing each other. "I chose you because-" Chris suddenly stopped talking. He got up out of the bed and put his hand out for me to get up too. I grabbed his hand and got up as well. "What are we about to do?" I asked him. He walked over to his full body mirror and stood me in front of it and then he stood behind me. "I chose you y/n because first of all there is no one who is prettier than you. Secondly, your MY girlfriend and I don't date or even talk to random people and you know that, and third just look at you. You are the most beautiful girl ever. You are everything to me. And I NEED you to know that. Please." Chris said. All I could do was cry. I started to sob and Chris pulled me in for a very long and much needed hug. "I love you so much baby." Chris said while rubbing my back.
We walked back over to the bed and just laid there. I eventually fell asleep. Chris did too, but before he did he let me know one thing. "You are everything to me y/n and I love you for that. Don't worry about what other people think. Don't even worry about yourself. Just be you. I love you." Chris said before drifting off to sleep.
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Chris Sturniolo Imagines
Hayran KurguThis book will be about Chris Sturniolo. This book is for the Chris girls. (You can obviously still read this book if you want to.) This book may have some triggers in here so please read at your own cost. No weird business going on here. I hope you...
