sturniolo/nate imagines 2

☆Window-Chris

In this first part they're 9 and 10.

Y/N POV

"Hi." I sat up, holding back a scream as I looked for the source of the voice. I looked at my window. Christopher sturniolo was peaking in. Annoying neighbor, least favorite triplet, I see him out my window all the time, it points right at their house and I can see their backyard.
Mom's always pestering me to go over and play with them, make some friends. But I'll never.
"What are you doing?" I got up and went over to the window.
"What are you watching?" He looked in at my little box tv that only played dvds.
"A movie." I answered.
"Well duh." He looked back to me. "What movie?"
"Aladdin."
"Can I watch?"
"You don't have a tv?"
"No."
"Liar." Everyone has a TV.
"OK, I do. But I don't have Aladdin."
"Fine. Watch from out there."
"But I can barely see." He whined, going on his tip toes and trying to see more.
"To bad so sad." I went back to my bed, he was quiet a while.
"I'm coming in."
"No you're not." He walked away and I thought I won until he came back, then he stepped up and got taller, then he was climbing in. "What are you doing?" He tumbled in and stood. "You can't climb into peoples windows. Are you crazy?"
"Maybe." He plopped on my bed next to me. I pushed him off. "Ow! What was that for?" He sat up on the floor, rubbing his arm.
"Don't touch my bed."
"Why not?"
"When was the last time you even washed your hands?"
"I showered yesterday."
"Oh my god you're disgusting."
"So I should watch from the floor?"
"Yes. It's where you belong."
"Fine." He crossed his arms. We watched for a while, until the end of a whole new world Aladdin took Jasmine back to her balcony, and then they kissed. So cute. "Have you ever kissed anyone?" I looked over, he was looking at me. I'm getting really sick of him.
"Just watch the movie."
"Just answer me."
"No. I haven't."
"Oh. Me neither." I stared at the TV, hoping he was watching it to. "Y/N,"
"What?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes
"Will you kiss me?" I whipped my head over to look at him.
"Excuse me?"
"Please. I won't tell anyone." He stood up on his knees so he was more level with me.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I'm cute." He shrugged.
"You are everything but cute."
"If you do it I'll leave you alone."
"Forever?"
"Til I die." He said dramaticly. He actually is cute, and my heart is racing right now. Does that mean I like him? Probably.
"Fine."
"OK." He leaned closer, so did i, then he quickly pushed his lips on mine. Oh my god i just kissed. "Well thanks." He looked down. "I should get home." He stood and looked out the window. "I think I'll use the door." He ran away. Was that a bad idea? No. It was just a little kiss. A good kiss, i think.
"Did one of those little minions just run down the hall?" My brother was in my door way.
"Did one?"
"Was he in your room?" He crossed his arms and I knew just how to annoy him into going away.
"Was he in your room?" I copied.
"Y/N." He imedietly knew what I was up to.
"Y/N."
"Stop it."
"Stop it."
"You are so annoying."
"You are so annoying." I mimicked again, he sighed, turning away.
"2 more months." He whispered as he walked away. I didn't mimick that. Why is he happy about moving away?

3 days since I've been kissed. I've been a girl who's kissed a boy for 3 whole days. I feel like a new woman.
I've thought about it a lot. I think it was a good kiss. He actually asked, he didn't just take it, and he is cute. I've kinda been watching him. I want to know what he thought of the kiss.
So when he got close enough to my house, I called his name.
"Chris," he looked up to me, "Come here." He made his way over. "Rate our kiss out of ten." I got right to the point.
"Rate it? Why?"
"Just do it."
"OK, 10." He shrugged. I rolled my eyes.
"I want a real answer."
"Um..9."
"Fine." I'll take it. I went back in and grabbed the closest notebook, a small blue one, that I don't think is actually mine, probably one of my brothers. But it's mine now. I wrote Chris at the top of the page.

Kiss
Y/N- 7/10
Chr

"What are you doing?" He was standing in my window again, on that little step stool he never moved back. I set the notebook on my bed, face down.
"Why are you so nosey?"
"Just tell me." He climbed in.
"You can't keep doing this."
"Yes I can." He came over to me, then he was suddenly holding the notebook.
"Hey! Stop it." I tried to get it back.
"7? You gave it a 7?" He's offended, I stepped back, crossing my arms.
"I did." Suddenly I'm embarrassed of my realistic thinking.
"Why? What was wrong with it?"
"Nothing was wrong with it, but I'm sure it gets better. I'm a realistic person." I shrugged, he sighed, but his annoyance faded a little as he stared at me.
"Are you gonna rate every kiss you have?" He was back to being nosey.
"Maybe i will."
"Can I at least write my own rating?" He held out his hand.
"Fine." I gave him the pen. He wrote something down then closed the notebook, handing it back.
"And I can't ignore you forever if you talk to me." He went to the window, and stared.
"It's not even a far drop, it's shorter than you." I ignored the fact of the step stool to safe him some dignity.
"Hey, I care about my ankles."
"Your ankles will be fine." He glared me then slowly make his way out. I stuck my head out to watch him walk away.
When he was gone, I opened the notebook.