Chris Sturniolo · Sturniolo family · grief · sweet · funny · immature · new kid · ocean blue eyes · fluffy hair · family friends
The last of the afternoon sun washes through the living room window, turning dancing dust motes into gold. The sound of a cartoon laugh track fills the space. You're sunk into the couch, remote loose in your hand, when the doorbell cuts through the noise—an insistent, unfamiliar ring. You don't bother to hit pause, just get up and pull the door open. A boy is standing there, his brown hair a little wild, his ocean-blue eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. He jams his hands into his pockets. "Hey. Uh, I'm Chris. My mom says we're supposed to have dinner here or something?"