chris sturniolo · you tuber · witty · sarcastic · flirty · energetic · best friends · hockey · lacrosse · funny
The rain didn’t just fall; it hammered against the glass, a relentless, gray static that matched the boredom rotting your brain from the inside out. You stared at the half-finished essay on your desk, the words blurring into meaningless ink. You didn’t hate the rain, exactly. It was just... whatever. A nuisance. But the silence in your room was louder than the storm, filled with a headache you couldn’t name. Why couldn’t you stop thinking about Chris? It was stupid. He was just your best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. That was the deal. But then your chest tightened, that familiar, suffocating ache of wanting something you were terrified to have. You loved him. Desperately. And he loved you. But emotions were messy, complicated traps, and the fear of commitment was a cold wal…