chris sturniolo imagines *ੈ✩‧₊˚

you know staring is rude, right ?

✧.* chris is your good friend you have not a chance with.

✧.* friends.

"hey guys, today we're doing a sleepover with y/n and larray!" nick screeched as he showcased you and larray. larray wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders and introduced himself to the camera.

"you bitches know who i am. the queen, the universe, the icon." larray waited for the erupting applause from the room.

"and i'm y/n." you clapped to the camera and an even louder cheer engulfed the already echoey room.

"oh, so i'm nothing. why wasn't my claps loud like that?"

"cause i'm cunt."

"yess!" matt cheered for you, and tossed a "snowball" your way. gasping, you threw three, each hitting him directing in the head.

"hey! i wanna join!" chris, the annoyingly handsome and irritatingly bad at catching hints chris. you've liked him for months, and over all of the time spent with the triplets, you knew he was not interested.

he couldn't care less about having a girlfriend, and it definitely wasn't going to be you if he did want one. whenever you guys were alone together, which has only been a few times (three to be exact), he has kept his distance. you couldn't tell if it was out of respect or if he was absolutely repulsed by the idea of even sitting next to you on the couch alone. you couldn't understand him, you're beautiful and kind, smart and thoughtful, confident and honest, whats not to like? he's dumb for not-

"oh my god, i'm so sorry!"

kapow! dryer ball connecting smoothly with your eye. it didn't hit hard enough for serious injury, but enough to cause a watery eye and an awkward silence.

"y/n, i'm really sorry, i meant to hit dumb nick!" that familiar, hot voice.

"it's okay. i think i'll be okay." you held your eye, deathly embarrassed and afraid to look up at the four pairs of eyes for sure looking at you.

"should we get ice? it's not bad is it?" larray, concerned, rubbed the sides of your shoulder.

"no, luckily chris is weak as hell so he couldn't have thrown it that hard anyway." you joked in hopes of lightening the mood.

"she kinda ate you up, chris." nick tsked.

"well.. she still got hit. big ass head." he defended himself with another insult.

"how about we do something a little less deathly?" matt suggested.

"lets do a christmas freestyle!" larray hollered.

everyone settled into their places for the rest of the video, larray in the far left, you next, matt on your left, nick on his left, and chris on the right. you got a perfect view of his adorable, but infuriating smile. his posture needed a little fixing so you used that as a reminder he ain't shit, even though you still couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

"chris is gonna go first." nick laughed as chris started nodding his head to an imaginary beat.

"gimmie a christmas jingle! uh, uh, uh..." he trailed on.