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𝟎𝟏𝟗. christopher sturniolo.

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christopher sturniolo, who you stay up all night with, talking about nonsense in the darkness of your bedroom. telling him you're going to marry him someday, planning out your wedding together and giggling as he pulls you closer to him and whispers into your ear, "i love you, y/n, only you." as the world goes silent in peace.

christopher sturniolo, who kisses your cold nose as you shiver; flecks of white falling from the night sky. he tries his best to keep you warm as you wait for your uber after your date together; taking his coat off and wrapping it around your shoulders then wrapping his arms around you tightly and kissing your forehead, letting his lips linger. "cars almost here, baby." chris spoke softly as you nodded against his chest, burying your face closer into his warm body.

christopher sturniolo, who watches you, his wife, proudly as you run around the backyard with your little girl on a warm summer evening. he smiles as you meet his eyes for a quick second, then returning to playing tag with your daughter. minutes pass and you're walking up the steps of the porch to chris as your daughter is swinging happily on her swing set. you kiss him and tell each other you love each other until your daughter is calling for chris, "daddy! come push me please!" chris chuckles, kissing you once more before walking down the steps and across the lawn to his perfect child; feeling so lucky.

christopher sturniolo, the love of your life, dancing around the refrigerator light with you. just a couple dumb teenagers crazy in love with each other. giggling quietly as your bare feet padded against the cold tile, trying not to wake up chris's parents. chris spun you around as you both made up the music in your minds, swaying back and fourth. he kisses you softly, holding you in his embrace as you smiled.

christopher sturniolo, who holds you tightly against him, letting you sob into his chest trying his hardest to soothe you. your period cramps were throbbing, they've never been this bad. it felt as if you were being repeatedly punched in your core. one of the worst pains you've ever experienced. the minute chris found you curled up in your bed in the fetal position, holding your stomach he crawled onto the bed with you and pulled you into him, holding you as you cried to him how bad it hurt. "i know baby, i'm so sorry." he hushed, kissing your head.

christopher sturniolo, nervously waiting outside of your house with a bouquet of flowers, smoothing out his suit on his body for your senior prom. he inhaled a deep breath and knocked, his heart skipping a beat when your dad answered the door. they chatted for a minute, chris promising to bring you home at a reasonable hour. his breath hitched in his throat as he watched you ascend from down the staircase. "you look so beautiful, baby." chris whispered to you as he handed you the flowers. "you look so handsome." you giggled, leaning in and softly pressing a single kiss to his lips.

christopher sturniolo, laughing as you were yelling at him to get the humongous spider crawling across the bathroom wall. you had gotten out of the shower and saw a spider in the corner of the room, crawling across the wall. you immediately called for your boyfriend, telling him it was huge when it really wasn't. chris entered the bathroom a minute later with a container as you pointed to it on the wall and grabbed for your towel. "just get it chris, please!" you exclaimed, not wanting to look. chris laughed, "relax, babe." as he scooped the spider into the container as you let out a sigh of relief.

christopher sturniolo, who watches he beautiful girlfriend sleep beside him, the glow of the morning sunlight displayed across your face. how did i get so lucky? he thought to himself as he slowly reached his hand up to the side of your face and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he watched your eyes flutter open. you groaned, scooting closer to him and stuffing your face into the crook of chris's neck. chris chuckled and kissed your forehead. "good morning, princess." he mumbled as you hummed a response.

christopher sturniolo, the twenty year old boy you watch on your screen, laughing at every joke he makes and any funny thing he does. keeping up to date with anytime him and his brothers post a new video together; relating to him in your own ways you couldn't explain, but always knowing he's your favorite. you went to school everyday, comparing every boy to chris knowing they'd never be as good as he was, because they weren't him and all you wanted was him. "he's just a dumb boy on a screen!" your friends told you, but you ignored them, continuing to return to the same familiar face on youtube everyday and every chance you got.

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kind of a random one shot but i got the idea and wanted to write it, lmao!

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