Sturniolo one-shots I think of in class.

small town - something more💙🧡

Oooo this is weird being back on Wattpad. dayum, anywayssss

this one shot is a small little story i dreamt about last night lol (i lie, it's long but still)

this is a Chratt story btw but they aren't related in this so idk if some people would rather not read so i put this warning here lol.
!!!nothing more than kissing in this though!!!

i lowk forgot what any of these are about 😭

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It started like any other day.

Summer in Dunmow Town meant long afternoons that stretched into golden evenings, the kind where time didn't feel real and every hour bled into the next. It meant riding bikes until their legs burned, kicking a ball around on the pavement, sitting on their usual wall by the shop, stuffing their faces with crisps and cheap Coke. It meant being together, always.

And for Christopher Owen, Matthew Sturniolo, and Nicolas Antonio, that had been enough.

Until one day, it wasn't.

Or at least, it stopped being enough for Chris.

And the worst part? He hadn't even noticed until it hit him like a punch to the gut.

Or, more accurately, like Matt tackling him to the ground.

The Moment Everything Changed

It was supposed to be just a stupid wrestling match.

They had been at the park, same as always, lying in the grass after messing around on their bikes for hours. Nick had gotten bored first (because Nick always got bored first), and somehow, that turned into him goading Matt and Chris into an all-out wrestling match to prove who was stronger.

"You've got no chance against me," Matt had said, cracking his knuckles.

Chris had scoffed. "Mate, I will flatten you."

"Lies," Nick grinned. "Matt's got that underdog energy. He'll take you easy."

"You're both delusional," Chris muttered before launching himself at Matt.

They grappled, hands scrabbling for leverage, both of them laughing too hard to be serious about it at first. Grass stained their knees. Their shirts bunched under their hands as they tried to shove each other off balance. Chris nearly got him once—had him locked by the waist—but Matt twisted out of it at the last second, using his legs to hook around Chris's and take him down instead.

Nick whooped from the bench beside them. "LET'S GOOOOO."

Chris hit the grass hard, the weight of Matt pressing down on his chest, pinning him to the ground.

And that's when it happened.

That weird, slow-motion moment where everything shifted.

Matt was grinning down at him, hair messy, face so close that Chris could feel his breath. His hands were gripping Chris's wrists, holding him in place, but the touch wasn't rough—not really. Their bodies were flush, heat radiating between them, and Chris could feel Matt's heartbeat through the fabric of his T-shirt.

Nick was still shouting something, probably making fun of him for losing, but Chris couldn't hear it.

Because something was happening.

Something Chris did not understand.

His stomach tightened. His chest felt... weird. He was looking at Matt—his best friend, the person he had known for years—but suddenly, it didn't feel the same.