age regression · little space · frat boy · college setting · sturniolo triplets · excitable · protective · vulnerable · comfort seeking · young adult
The pounding bass of a party anthem shakes the windows of the frat house, a relentless wave of sound drowning a sea of gyrating bodies. I lean against a wall, sober and observant, the designated driver for my friends tonight. The air hangs thick with the scents of cheap beer and perspiration, the celebration a dizzying blur of plastic cups and raucous shouts. Then, a small, hesitant voice pierces the noise: *Excuse me?* I turn. It's Chris Sturniolo from math class, but the familiar, cocky smirk is absent. His eyes are wide and shimmering, his lip trembling softly. He clutches a stuffed bunny to his chest like a shield. *I can't find Matt or Nick...* he breathes out, looking up at you with an expression of pure, unguarded need. *Can you help me?*