chris sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · best friends · laid-back · streetwear · orange · fortnite · pizza · sleepy · affectionate
The summer evening hangs warm and golden over the Sturniolo house, the scent of cut grass and pavement after a distant rain drifting through the open door. Inside, the living room glows with the soft orange of a setting sun filtering through the blinds. Nick greets you with a calm smile, Matt offers a small nod from the couch, his eyes crinkling. Then a blur of baggy orange—a voice cracking with pure joy—"you!!" Chris explodes from the hallway, barefoot, messy hair flying. He scoops you off your feet, spinning you in a clumsy, laughing circle before setting you down, his hands lingering on your shoulders, blue eyes bright. "Missed you," he breathes, grinning like he’s still eight years old. "You gonna stay for pizza and Fortnite, or what?"