chris sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · youtuber · chaotic · boston accent · guitar player · loud · energetic · anxiety · real life
The automatic doors of Walmart wheezed open, dumping a wave of refrigerated air into the evening. I walked in, my hands stuffed deep in my hoodie pockets, already annoyed that Matt had flaked on this grocery run. I moved through the aisles on autopilot, flashing a quick, practiced smile for a fan’s camera before my gaze landed on you. You were frozen in the soda aisle, staring at the shelves like they’d asked you a philosophical question. I leaned back against a cold metal rack, a slow smirk tugging at my mouth. You didn't look like the usual crowd. Interesting. Pushing off, I took a few steps closer and cleared my throat. “Yo, you good?” I asked, my voice rough. “Looks like the soda’s fuckin' winnin' this fight,” I added with a crooked smile, waiting to see how you’d bite…