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BREAK AND FIX, chris sturniolo 🩵

from h ꨄ︎ ⎯ hi so first time writing anything like this very very nervy

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rain pattered against the panes of the window, a sombre reflection of the current mood that filled the atmosphere. the room portrayed an almost movie like scene with mounts of tissues scattered across the floor and a tub of ice cream haphazardly tossed beside the bed.

it had been a month and you thought it was supposed to get better, thought that the aching sensation in your chest was supposed to disappear with time but it only seemed to be getting worse. books you read fed you this dream of getting over everything easily yet you sat snuggled under your covers, eyes with red rims and nose tinted with hints of painstaking rose that uncovered your mask of emotions.

the worst part was you didn’t think any of this was affecting chris as much as it was affecting you. your mind began questioning a bunch of things; whether or not he still loved you, if his current emotions were as pathetic as yours, if he was even sorry for ending things so abruptly. none of it made sense from the way things had been so perfect one second only to entirely crumble the next all the way down to that irritating voice in the back of your head that kept telling you, you should have somehow done more to make him stay or not desire to leave.

loud ringing from your phone that was resting on your pillow pulled you out of the trance you had unwillingly slipped into, your eyes widening slightly at the suddenness and even more so at the contact name that was displayed across the screen.

your fingers danced across the surface hesitantly, silently contemplating in your head whether or not answering the call was worth it. you wanted to be strong and pretend you could simply allow it to ring until it didn’t but there was a sort of gravitational pull that made your fingers have a mind of their own. you swiped to answer the call, met with a beat of silence that had you regretting everything within seconds before a heavy sigh was heard on the other end.

“i miss you so much, y’know that? can’t stop thinkin’ about you,” his words sliced through the air and your heart like a freshly sharpened knife, crimson painting your insides in a manner so harmful, you suddenly felt as though you couldn’t breathe.

what hurt more than anything was the slight slurring of his voice that told you he was drunk. surely the saying went that drunk words were sober thoughts but it felt like clutching onto air when you searched for genuineness within his actions.

for a moment you were paralysed, unable to speak or even move as you processed what he said but eventually your words found their way out and you prayed they didn’t showcase your distress towards everything, “you’re drunk chris.”

“baby it doesn’t matter,” his words were laced with a hint of desperation and for a fleeting moment it felt like he was about to apologise for one of your pointless arguments but the moment was gone as quick as you blinked and the reality of the situation doused over you like a bucket of ice-cold water.

“chris i’m not… look just hang up and we can pretend this never happened okay? you don’t know what you’re saying right now,” each word that left you sounded foreign to your own ears, your voice lacking the excitement it used to hold when you spoke to him and in its place there was a semblance of melancholy.

there was shuffling on the other end and you could faintly hear the sound of his brothers somewhere else in the house. the toggles in your mind turned because you had assumed chris was at some sort of party but now that you thought about it, the only noise from the other end was his speech. there was no music or obnoxious chatter, just him and the now gentle sound of his breathing. it almost made you cave, almost made the barriers you had built up come crashing down.

but you had to be strong because of course you could give in but who was to say you wouldn’t end up in the same place all over again, internally pleading for a different outcome. so you ignored the craving inside of you to allow his words to drape over you like a comforting blanket, instead mumbling out a small goodbye and ending the call before waiting for his response.

the hammering inside of your chest didn’t disappear when the phone call ended, it increased and you could feel your anxiety bubbling up to the surface. the only solution you deemed possible was to sleep it out, to fall into a land of dreams where the world and the problems you were facing didn’t seem nearly as daunting.

with a reluctant sigh, you placed your phone on your bedside table as well as your glasses and got more comfortable under your sheets, pressing your eyes shut and hoping sleep greeted you as a dear friend there to take away your worries.

apparently the universe was on your side and you felt your eyes slipping closed within a few minutes and before you knew it, black filled your vision insinuating you had fallen asleep. your mind rested as you slept, the concerns that were plaguing your head before now long gone and unable to reenter the gates of your blockage.

the crepuscular rays of the sun awoke you from your much needed sleep and you groggily rubbed your eyes as you sat up in bed. with a few minutes of required mental preparation for the day, you clicked your phone on and paused when you saw the notifications. hesitance flooded your veins but no doubt this would be about the night before so you pulled it together and tapped on the notification.

chris

I’m sorry I was so fucking drunk I didn’t even know I called you last night

Can we talk?

you

talk about what?

i get it you were drunk shit happens

chris

That’s not what I mean

I mean properly talk

you

what could you possibly have to say to me

chris

So fucking much you have no idea

Please just let me come over and if you want after that I swear you’ll never see or hear from me again

One chance

you

fine

chris

Thank you

Seriously.

I’ll come over in an hour?

you

okay

what the fuck had you just agreed to? you felt dizzy with the thought of seeing him after a month but you would be lying if you said there wasn’t a little part of you that was the good kind of nervous. you and chris were no longer together but the effect he had on you had not vanished into thin air the moment he left. it may have been pathetic but even the mere sound of his name still had you fighting butterflies that threatened to let loose in your stomach.

for the next hour as you got ready for the day and had a little breakfast, you felt lightheaded. the seconds seemed to turn into minutes and before you knew it, your doorbell was ringing. it was almost comical how once upon a time chris would have stormed into your house like it was his own and announced he was home but now the ringing echoed in your ears. it was a stark contrast to what you had grown accustomed to and you felt nauseous at the unfamiliarity.

with a sickly feeling consuming you, your feet made their own way to the front door as you opened it, met with the sight of chris with his hair even more disheveled than it usually was. to others it would appear normal but you knew chris better than most and the odd angles his hair was sticking up in was a telltale sign he was nervous. it was a little comforting, the fact that you were both on the same page with your emotions for a second or so.

you moved to the side to allow him access into the house, an usual silence settling amongst you. the two of you walked into the living room wordlessly and then you slumped onto the couch.

chris cleared his throat and your eyes moved up to meet his. the different shades of his blue and your hazel flickered in recognition as you swore his breath hitched in his throat.

“i’m sorry… let me explain please,” and the pleading in his tone made you give in instantly.

yes you were weak but how could you not be when this was the boy you had fallen in love with? when this was the boy who had been there for you time and time again when you felt as though you deserved no one? you may have been weak but he made you so.

when you didn’t respond, chris took it as his opportunity to keep going, “i don’t know what i was thinking… you have to believe me when i say i fucked up. i never wanted to end it, i just got in my head and i made a mistake. a big fucking mistake please you have to understand… give me a chance.”

his pleading words were the only sound filling the air and it took everything inside of you to not console him. you had to remind yourself he was only hurt because he put himself in such a position, put the two of you in such a position. but the way his eyes were flickering with utter dread had your thoughts stilling until all you could focus on was him.

his hand moved to reach for yours and you should have pulled away instantly but his fingers felt like coming home after endless time away. your hand slot with his like two puzzle pieces and all you wanted was to be complete again. his thumbs swiped across your skin and you felt the flush before it came, felt the desire in your heart to stay in this vulnerable spot for eternity.

“chris how am i supposed to believe you? what happens when i give you a chance and this all comes back to bite me in the back? i can’t do it again, especially when i haven’t gotten over it the first time,” the words you spoke were a mere fragment of what you truly were feeling but any more thoughts lingered on your tongue until the taste became sour and bitter.

“i swear it won’t be like that. this time apart has shown me that i can’t do it without you. i love you, i love you even when i break you and it’s killing me. i want to fix things,” his voice cracked ever so slightly that you almost missed it but you knew him so incredibly well that you picked up on it instantly.

that torn up response made you want to glue him together. yes he broke your heart but your heart also belonged to him, used to beat to the melody of the both of you and you were not quite sure you wanted to stop listening to the harmonies just yet.

“i love you,” he repeated and you loved him too, despite the cracks he placed within your heart because once upon a time he had healed a heart he had never even broken.

“i love you too…” and it was not a lie, never had been since the first time you said it and he looked over the moon.

his eyes lighting up reminded you of the first time, of simpler times and it made you remember all the good moments you shared — ones you did not ever want to forget and craved to expand.

his body seemed to have moved closer, the gap between the two of you on the couch almost non existent but still it felt like lifetimes could slip between you. yet when he reached his free hand to cup your face, air couldn’t slip through even if it tried.

“can i kiss you? please,” he practically whispered and you nodded your head, silently accepting what this would lead to and even though it scared you beyond belief, chris still had a way of making you want to overcome every last fear you held as long as he was alongside you.

he didn’t waste even a second to connect your lips and the surge of electricity that shot through you was a feeling you came to realise you missed so fucking bad. he was practically on top of you as the kiss deepened and when he pushed you so you were laying on the soft cushion, you let him. his body hovered over yours and tongues collided in a rushed manner, a greeting between lovers who so desperately needed to reconcile.

his eyes held a concoction of hunger, affection and gratitude and you wanted to drink it all in. his hands moved to your top and with a silent word of agreement between you, he took it off and carelessly discarded it somewhere unknown.

he looked at you like he was seeing it all for the first time, like you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen and loved and it resulted in your heart soaring.

he pressed open mouthed kisses onto your collarbone and he spoke between each of them breathlessly, “god missed you so much… you’ve no idea… fuck.”

his lips trailed lower and lower, down your chest and to your abdomen and you fought the urge to squirm beneath him when they grazed the waistband of your skirt. it was as though you forget how to speak when he pushed the material down your legs and scrambled around to move it away from you.

“fuckin’ missed this pussy,” he muttered and you gasped when he kissed over the top of your underwear. he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sound but deep down he too was trying not to drive himself crazy at the small contact.

“chris…” it was barely there but he heard it and it just made him want more, made him slide the only piece of clothing standing in his way off until his pupils dilated in utter lust.

“tell me you want it,” he all but asked and from the rasp in his voice, how could you not?

“please… i want it,” you let yourself go and the corners of his mouth tugged up into a slight smirk before his lips latched onto the exact spot where you needed him.

it was immediate, the way your hands grabbed onto his hair and tried to pull him even closer. the erotic noises in the air were driving you wild combined with the feeling of his tongue lapping against you. it felt so fucking good and you knew he knew it just as well because he wasn’t coming up for breaks.

he was eating you out like a starving man whilst his hands tightly gripped the sides of your thighs, “taste so fuckin’ good angel.”

you moaned involuntarily and his tongue moved faster in response, a reminder of exactly who was making you feel good. you tugged on his hair when he sucked on a particular spot and he whimpered, the vibrations against you getting you closer and closer to the edge.

“please,” your body moved to meet his mouth more and his nails dug into your side.

“please what?” he asked you, lips barely leaving their spot as the words escaped him and you whimpered at the sensations consuming you.

“god ‘m so close,” you managed to whine out and he took it as his cue to suck harder until you were nothing but a withering mess.

he loved the control he had over you, loved the way your body flailed underneath him yet you obviously didn’t want him to stop. you moaned his name like it was a mantra and he wanted to play the words on repeat for the rest of his life. god he missed the sound of your begging and whining more than he thought. he was honestly obsessed with every part of you and he couldn’t even bring himself to think of what a fool he’d been for ever attempting to rid himself of that.

“yeah? you gonna cum for me baby?” his words were all you needed and he loved that he still had that effect on you.

your hold on his hair tightened as your body let go, a blissful feeling taking over as he raised his head, his chin covered in remnants that only seemed to turn you on more.

“i love you,” he said it yet again almost like he was solidifying his emotions and for a moment it remained in the atmosphere because it only felt right to allow it to do so.

your fingers trailed to his sweatpants and he grinned widely as you flipped him over so you were now resting above him instead. “i love you too,” you replied and he leaned up to kiss you simply because he could; it was deep and passionate and telling of everything he’d been feeling for the past month or so.

you removed his articles of clothing one by one and he allowed you to wordlessly, an admirable smile on his face and adoration painting his eyes. this was exactly what he needed and he knew you needed it too from your desperate gaze that raked over his now naked body.

“come on angel be quick about it,” he groaned as your fingers teased him and you smirked, a sight he wanted to capture in his head as if it were a mental picture.

“shh, we’re doing this my way.”

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SO WRONG IT’S RIGHT, chris sturniolo 🩵

from h ꨄ︎ ⎯ hi sooo streetboy!chris x richgirl!reader

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chris doesn’t know how he ended up here. he doesn’t know how the two of you ended up with you situated on his lap, in your room of all places, when the two of you are utter opposites with entirely different ways of life. 

he’s the type to roam the streets, indulge in late nights with his friends that keep the whole city up. you on the other hand, you’re the pristine sort; the one whose dad forbids her from being close to boys exactly like chris and has done so since you were much younger. it’s an interesting dynamic and he can’t help the thrill rushing through him as you whisper for him to be quiet. it’s adorable, the panic flooding through you even with your bedroom door locked and your window wide open to simultaneously take away the smell of his cologne and provide a getaway for him if it gets to such.

his hands are wrapped around your waist, keeping you firmly in place as his lips travel the expanse of your neck and collarbone, his way of making his mark. not that it lasts long though because you’re instantly telling him he’s not allowed to mark you, telling him the sweet bruises forming on your skin like paint strokes across a canvas are only going to get you in trouble.

chris? chris doesn’t really care and when your pleading words escape your pretty plump lips, he can only seem to laugh, sucking harder. his hands grip you further and the moment a whine falls from your mouth, the corners of his mouth tug up into a smirk— a smirk that has your skin heating up within seconds. his teeth nip the skin below your jaw with purpose, his tongue quickly moving to soothe the slight sting.

“chris—“ you begin to speak but his right hand trails up to place a finger onto your lips, effectively shutting you up.

“shh angel, thought we had to be quiet, hm?” his words are laced in a mocking tone and you want to hate them, desperately want to hate even the mere idea of being with someone like him when your entire life you’ve been taught it’s wrong but there’s just something about him that throws every last one of your principles out the window.

he tilts your chin up with his finger, his calloused hand cupping your cheek as he forces your gaze to meet his. his eyes are blue, the shade you find in calming waters, but they hold a glint of fire in them. there’s a sense of challenge that dances in the pupils, almost urging you to deny him when he knows you can’t, knows he has your polished self wrapped around his finger.

his lips meet yours in a frenzy of adrenaline, his tongue parting your lips and sliding perfectly into your mouth to intertwine with yours in an erotic tango. his lips mould with yours, the slight swelling of his own locking your mouth into place as he moves you even closer, if possible. it’s as though even a small flutter of air wouldn’t be able to pass between the colliding of your chests against one another and he loves everything about it.

when he pulls away at last, his cheeks are slightly flushed and the sight serves as a reminder of exactly what you do to him. he would never have thought a girl like you could ever fuel his desire yet here you are, innocent doe-eyes looking up at him and your lips a touch bigger than when he first laid eyes on you. he wants to corrupt you, to take away every last bit of hesitance you have and crush it between his fingers until you’re begging him to prove your dad wrong, begging him to make you forget undoubtedly why this is a bad idea.

it feels so wrong yet at the same time, nothing has ever felt more right, especially not when your bodies slot together like destined puzzle pieces. it’s an invisible bond that forms between the two of you as you hear the sound of your parents’ voices from their room, a stark reminder of why this can’t be happening. none of this can be happening when they could walk in any minute, take away the soft feeling of his hips bucking up lightly. but then… why does the way his hands roam your body cause sparks of electricity to run through the course of your veins? why does it feel so fucking good if it shouldn’t be happening?

he notices your moment of slight reluctance and he wants to pull away, tell you that this isn’t what he wants so he can save the emotional turmoil that’s going on inside your pretty head but he’d be lying. he’d be lying if he claimed wanting to be apart from you now that he knows the way you whine when you’re needy or the slight gasps he can pull from you when you want more.

in an ideal world, the two of you don’t need to worry about your societal differences or just how complicated this new development is going to be. unfortunately, that world doesn’t exist but for a few fleeting moments, when he flips you onto your back smugly and you hit your bed with a little thud, it feels like any ounce of uncertainty leaves you. your only focus is on the way his fingers tug the hem of your baby tee until it’s completely discarded elsewhere. it’s not an ideal world but it still appears nonpareil.

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HOW SOON IS NOW, matt sturniolo 🩵

from h ꨄ︎ ⎯ i love the smiths !! this idea honestly randomly came to my head a while back and i wanted to write it so let’s ignore how short it is 😬😬

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matt swears he does not remember how loving an individual feels anymore, a grave part inside of him lacking the ability to do as such ever since he lost her. cracks of grief litter his heart and he wants desperately to remove the trash, to store it away until he never has to see it again but it seems as though each article he wishes to rid himself of is stubborn and refuses to leave. 

so this is how he remains, stuck with this awful reminder of all he once had and how he no longer has it, how the one person he loved without even trying to has slipped between his very fingertips and he’s certain his grip is never going to be tight enough again. even through his melancholy though, he’s selfish but most importantly he’s human so he wants to be loved once more, just like everybody else. 

he suffers an internal battle, his heart and head barring the weaponry and armour but truth be told, he’s ever so tired. he doesn’t want to fight anymore; he is a soldier who craves surrender, craves to hold up the white flag and seek comfort from a feeling that circles his head everyday yet no matter how hard he tries, the swords clash against his will. he dares to say he’s going about things in the wrong way but how can he be when he truly just wants to be loved, to be cherished?

he would do absolutely anything to hear the soft sound of her comforting voice again, even if it meant turning back time over and over. without her, he’s the son and the heir of a shyness that is so criminally vulgar. he can’t escape the timidity, every corner he turns seems to trap him in this confinement of what he’s aware will never be his reality; more so a sick dreamland. that and the fact that he’s the heir of nothing in particular because he’s lost what made him, well, him. 

he has tried practically everything to get back into his routine, to become human again but the strings of his heart are continuously strumming a song that doesn’t want to let go of the past. the melody is mocking him, travelling through his head and the course of his body until he feels like he’s drowning in it. he needs to breathe so badly but he’s suffocating, suffocating with the desire to just be held one last time. 

he’s even been to this stupid fucking club he heard about, one that promised he’d find love but his search ended as soon as it started because when it came down to it, none of them were her. and so, instead of walking around and conversing, he stood alone and he left exactly the same way, alone. he vividly remembers the drive home despite being drunk off his sombreness. he distinctly remembers trying his utmost hardest to hold the tears back but giving in the moment he stepped through his front door.

it’s nothing short of exhausting, pretending it’s going to happen now, moving on that is. he feels like he’s waited forever and now he’s positive he has lost all hope, lost himself to the way he has lost her. 

he keeps trying to tell himself that just maybe he is going about it in the wrong way but no, he just needs to shut his mouth because he is just human and needs to be loved, just like everybody else. he wishes she was still around to love him and to be loved by him. he wants to be with her more than anything in the world, sobs to the thought of joining her someday, maybe even now. how soon is now? 

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SOFIA, chris sturniolo 🩵

from h ꨄ︎ ⎯ i would have written smut if i knew how to but i think it would suck arse so 😝

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as decided, once matt and nick arrived home and sorted out the few bits of groceries they brought from a local store, the brothers alongside nate went to the car and straight to carlos' ice cream parlour. the specific parlour was one that everyone in the small village seemed to be talking about and whenever they made conversation with locals, it was practically always the first thing recommended so the decision to try it out the previous day was most certainly an easy one. long story short, they all absolutely adored it beyond belief, hence the will to get some more the following day.

now, truth be told, the parlour was in fact in walking distance and they could have easily made it there in under fifteen minutes on foot if they truly wanted to but the scorching heat seemed far too extreme to even consider walking and so they had settled on the car, driving the quick route with the slight breeze seeping in through the windows and arriving in no time at all with excitement bubbling up inside of each individual at the prospect of easing their warmth.

the area was mostly void of people besides the few who roamed around almost mindlessly yet as the four of them approached the parlour, they took note of the way it was bustling with people. the animated atmosphere welcomed them with open arms as soon as they stepped inside and the small bell above them chimed, signalling new customers had arrived. most of the seats were occupied and quite literally everyone there had a smile on their face as they exchanged conversation from across the parlour in delight, not even caring that anyone could hear their conversations because it truly was seemingly a normality here.

chris couldn't help the fascination that sprouted inside of him as his curious eyes took in the various groups that came together ever so flawlessly. he offered a smile to anyone who caught his eyes as he, his brothers and nate moved towards the ordering booth that was placed just beside the vibrant array of never ending flavours. when they had the ice cream yesterday, nate had gotten it but this time chris was permitted to see the environment and he quite honestly adored it for what it was.

he could hear small strings of numerous conversation and the sound of laughter travelled to his ears and faded into a slight buzz of admiration. he smiled yet again to himself as he looked to the ceiling, eyes meeting the multiple chandeliers and uniquely, shaped lights scattering the surface. seeing as it was day time, they weren't switched on but part of him just knew the illumination would not be too bright nor too dull, just the right amount to perfectly accommodate the customers. 

his eyes flickered over the flavours presented at the front before he instantly decided on his choice, a classic cookies and cream that he undoubtedly knew he would enjoy as per usual and never go wrong with. the man at the front allowed them to ponder over their options for a few minutes before he kindly stepped forward and asked if they were ready to order. they all informed him on what flavours they wanted and how many scoops before he told them they could either stick around or find a seat.

they were too engrossed in their conversation as it was and didn't seem to mind standing around and waiting as carlos prepared their orders. the exchange of words they shared seemed to make time stand still and spiral ahead all at once, providing them with a miniature moment of utter humour that they were positive they would never forget due to how joyous it made them feel.

"hija! can you get me some more tubs, por favor?" chris heard the man yell to whoever was behind the doors and just a few seconds later, none other than what chris could only deem as the prettiest girl he had ever seen, came out with a brand new stack of tubs balancing in her hands.

"you're drooling," nick's voice pulled him out of the trance he had stepped into and for a moment chris genuinely believed him because he was basically gaping at the girl, eyes filled with a glint he could almost see himself.

"she's so fucking pretty," chris commented as his eyes remained glued to her before he abruptly looked away, not wanting to appear as some sort of creep if she looked in their direction.

"go talk to her," nate encouraged him and chris thought about it for a moment, considering stepping closer to the desk to speak to her but the universe was apparently on his side because she beat him to it, offering the group a soft smile that chris was sure made him melt more than the ice cream when it left the coolness of the store.

"i've never seen you guys before, are you visiting?" she asked them, curious eyes and the most unique accent chris has ever heard in his life, one that had him wanting to hear her voice over and over again.

"we're here for the summer, we're from boston," nick answered on their behalves and her eyes lit up at the information.

"i don't think we've had visitors from there before, how did you come across the village?" she pondered aloud, her head quickly turning back to see if her dad was focused on her but he was too busy preparing orders to care.

"our grandma has a friend who has family here and she told us it was a peaceful place to visit," matt told her and she nodded along eagerly before a sort of realisation dawned on her face.

"i didn't even introduce myself, how rude! i'm sofia and that's my father, carlos," she pointed at her dad who offered them smiles.

"i'm nate, their friend and they're all brothers, nick, matt and chris," nate introduced and sofia would be lying if he she said her gaze didn't remain on chris as she studied the group in front of her, most definitely enamoured by the sight before her as well as his ever so charming smile.

"nice to meet you all," she grinned just as carlos yelled a few words about their orders being ready and so she hurried to grab them from him alongside some plastic spoons.

"guessing people's ice cream flavours is my speciality," she told them as she was in earshot once more before she handed them all what flavour she thought they had selected and remarkably, her guesses were all correct.

"how the fuck did you-" nate began to ask but sofia interrupted him immediately, her eyes glimmering at the not quite delivered question.

"you were the easiest to guess. you remind me of my best friend daphne and daphne always sneaks cotton candy into a tub. my dad pretends to be mad but he's always preparing her order way before she even gets here," sofia explained with a fond smile, the admiration evident in her eyes as she spoke about her father and best friend; two of the most important people in her life and people whom she would never be able to express her mounts of gratitude for.

"what do you always have then?" chris queried and her eyes brightened up at the question, happy that the boy was taking an interest in her when she was very much interested in him too.

"blue raspberry," she answered, pointing at the flavour that chris had seemingly missed because his jaw hung open in shock the very moment he laid eyes on the presented container filled with the blue contents and marked with blue ras on the front.

"blue raspberry ice cream exists?" he exclaimed in shock, the tone of his voice making his surprise extremely prominent, if not already clear from the way his jaw was practically on the floor at her words.

"of course. don't tell me you've never tried it before?" her eyes widened at the realisation before she without a second thought or word to spare went further behind the counter once more and scooped up some of her favourite flavour with a small smile still playing at her lips.

"hija i thought we save your flavour until there's a break," her dad chuckled though he mindlessly handed her a bundle of the colourful, plastic spoons from the side, knowing she liked to pick her own and watching as she picked out the blue one with no hesitation.

"it's not for me padre, it's for him," she pointed at chris and carlos raised his brow once he spotted chris before smirking that knowing smirk of his a little.

"él es tu novio? que guapo," he pondered and sofia sighed loudly as she shook her head firmly, a small hint of red threatening to break out onto her face but being pushed down instantaneously.

"no i only just met him today, he's a friend?" she retorted almost questioningly, not knowing their status given the fact that they'd just met, but carlos only seemed to laugh harder at her words and their frustrated delivery.

"pero él es guapo, sí o no?" he pressed further and she shook her head once more, elbowing his ribs the moment he laughed again, his pearly white teeth shining on display through the curious smile he maintained.

"sí pero él es un amigo, nada más," she reminded him with a small huff that made him look to chris yet again, connecting eyes with the teenage boy before he abruptly looked away.

"amigo, that's what they all say," he grinned and she flicked a piece of his hair as she walked away and returned to her previous position where the boys were waiting for her.

"were you speaking spanish?" nate said as she handed chris the small tub of ice cream and the blue spoon to match, a small detail he picked up on but she didn't think he had seeing as no one ever really did.

"no she was speaking french idiot, of course she was speaking spanish," matt rolled his eyes and nate raised his hands up in mock surrender.

"yeah my dad's spanish and he has this thing of continuing to speak spanish because he doesn't want me to forget the language," she shook her head at the absurdity of forgetting spanish when it meant so much to her and then she watched as chris took a bite of the ice cream and broke out into an incredibly large smile as the flavour hit his mouth.

"that tastes so fucking good," he hummed and she nodded her head, a smile weaving its way onto her face at their mutual excitement that made chris give her a large smile in response.

"i can speak french," chris told her with a grin and she immediately gasped.

"can you actually? i love the way french sounds," she smiled and chris forced away the smile that threatened to break out at her gullibility so he could continue his act that he wasn't even sure why he was performing.

"yeah i went paris for a school trip and learnt it all there," he continued to lie and clearly nick had enough of his bullshit as he ceased the conversation.

"okay he's literally lying to you, kid's never been france in his life and the only french thing he can say is bonjour," the eldest triplet shook his head and sofia scoffed at chris seeing as she had been thoroughly interested in what he was saying, only for it to turn out false.

"why did i actually believe you? this is betrayal," she shook her head at chris who merely laughed at the expression portrayed on her face.

he was about to respond but the sound of carlos calling her to help with something or the other stopped him. before she could disappear however, chris made sure this wasn't the last of her he was seeing.

"can i get your number? i'd like to hang out when you get off work?" he smirked and she bit her lip nervously, nodding her head and grabbing his phone to type in her number.

"bye sofia," he mumbled and she muttered a small bye chris as a means of reply, too dazed to realise she never said goodbye to the others but frankly not finding it within herself to care, not when chris offered her that beautiful smile one last time.

as promised, chris texted her later that night and asked if she wanted to hang out. there was no way on planet earth she could possibly say no to him and so she agreed in an instance, recommending various places but hoping he chose one of her favourites. luckily for her, he chose one of the small beaches that people didn't really go to at night unless they wanted to relax so the calming environment would certainly help to ease her nerves.

she approached the entrance and prayed he was already there, a smile working its way onto her face as she noticed him glancing around, presumably for her.

he breathed out a sigh of relief as she approached him, words spilling out of him, "for a second there i thought you weren't coming."

"i couldn't leave you like that," she grinned at him, a surge of confidence leading her to grab his hand and lead him into the beach.

the soft humming of the people and the slashing of the waves was a tranquil melody in the background of their exchanged words. sofia found it was easy to talk to him for the most part, aside from the very obvious attraction she was feeling. guys like chris didn't just turn up to her village randomly; this felt like a major dream and the feeling of his rough and large hand against hers as they remained intertwined was driving her a little over the edge the more she thought about it.

"what's on your mind?" the lowness of his voice was not helping and she could have sworn he was doing it on purpose, a teasing smirk never parting from his face as he stared at her from their place on the grainy sand.

"stop looking at me like that!" she shoved him slightly and a laugh escaped his lips before he licked at them, staring intently at her as her eyes met his.

"like what?" his hand moved to cup her cheek and her breath hitched in her throat, a small gasp sounding into the air at the touch and making her blink her eyes shut in embarrassment.

"come on sof, open your eyes yeah? wanna see you," he mumbled, his hand swiping across her face and his eyes watching as her eyes slowly fluttered open, hazel meeting blue in a kaleidoscope of adoration.

"you gonna let me kiss you?" he asked and all she could do was nod her head weakly, parting her lips and giving him the perfect access to attack her mouth with his own.

she just seemed so innocent and the idea of kissing her and maybe doing more thrilled chris beyond belief. he wasted no time in attaching their lips, claiming hers in a pure frenzy and making sure to slide his tongue into her mouth at her sudden gasp when he bit down on her lip.

he practically chased after her, his hands desperately clutching any part of her body he could and relishing in the way they fit so perfectly around her as though they were crafted to hold her and her alone. her hands rushed to his hair, tugging on it in a way that made him lose any sense of composure he had left.

“chris,” a whine fell from those plump lips and chris couldn’t help but steal them again, his entire being wanting nothing but her in the moment to the point he was sure all he was breathing right now was the hypnotic scent of her perfume and the miniature breaths wafting into the air.

“hm?” he asked when he finally pulled apart and she stared at him, eyes wide and expression portraying something chris couldn’t read even if he tried his hardest to.

“i know a place…” she trailed off and fuck, he was in another world entirely as he stood up and followed after her without hesitation, not a single thought in his head except how much he craved her.

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