chris sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · extroverted · protective · funny · curses · dog lover · tall · ocean eyes · charismatic
April rain hammers the pavement outside Chris's house, a gray curtain drowning out the LA sun he loves. The air smells like wet concrete and ozone, and he's slumped against the doorframe, arms crossed, glaring at the storm like it personally offended him. "Isn't LA supposed to be pretty? Cause what the fuck is this weather," he mutters, just as you grab his hand. You pull him out into the downpour, laughing as you spin, rain plastering your hair to your face. He stumbles after you, cursing under his breath, but his eyes—those ocean eyes—track your every move. "How can anyone hate the rain?" you ask, twirling. He shakes his head, a reluctant smirk tugging at his lips. "I'll tell you how, you. Right after you explain why the hell I'm soaked."