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a bittersweet getaway || chris sturniolo

chris sturniolo x reader

PART ONE OUT OF 6

SUMMARY: as seniors in high school, you and chris are sworn enemies. but graduating is still a big thing, so matt and nick want to invite you to going to hawaii with them for the summer. chris doesn’t seem too happy…

WARNINGS: swearing, suggestive thoughts/dialogue, fluffy, not proofread

A/N: hi so this is actually my first time starting a series so pls pls plsss don’t get mad if im not super active!! school is stressy!!!! love u pls enjoy <3 (also i will be putting lady killers II every time i make a chapter cuz i love that song so.)

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DAY 0: pilot

TODAY was the biggest day of my life. yet i still felt somehow empty. not in an emo way. just because graduating didn’t really do anything for me. all i thought about was what i was going to do after all of this was over, not focusing on the fact that i graduated.

i walked down the steps of the front doors, my gown and tassel flowing a bit from the wind. i mindlessly scrolled through tiktok with both airpods in my ears, with noise cancellation on. i hear mumbling near me, thinking it was just some girls blabbering about their dream job or something. i kept walking, feeling a tap on my shoulder. i took out both airpods and looked in the direction of the tapping. “girl did you hear me?” my best friend, nick said. “sorry, no. what’s up?” i replied, staring at him. nick sighed dramatically and continued.

“me and my brothers are going to hawaii for a vacation. i wanted to extend an invite.” nick explained. i paused for a moment, almost immediately saying yes. “chris is going?” i raised my eyebrow. “yea?? you like him or something?” nick gave me a weird look. i was taken aback, knowing damn well it was the complete opposite. “no! hell no. never. i hate him, thats why i asked.” i rolled my eyes at him. “well, he’s coming. you either show up or you shut up, hun.” nick smiled at me with a mean girls type of look before walking away.

goddamn that attitude.

i stood there, watching nick enter his car as i thought of what my answer would be. i cant possibly not want to go just because of a boy right? thats pathetic. i have to go. plus, i have nothing to do or anything planned for the summer. or the summer after that. i placed my airpods in my case and started walking towards my car.

opening my door, i get in the car and close it behind me. sitting in the drivers seat, i take off my cap and throw it into my backseats. i adjusted my sitting position and started the car, plugging my phone into the aux cord. i played “spare time” by eric bellinger.

rolling down the window, i pulled out of my parking spot and drove straight to my house. the cool wind blowing in my hair, my tie bracelets looking pretty in the sunlight from my windshield. my nice moment of peace being interrupted by a phone call from chris. god, what could he possibly want right now? i answer the call, my music turning off automatically.

“can you come here.” he says over the phone. “well hello to you too chris! im doing great thanks.” i respond sarcastically, feeling weird about the fact he just demanded something, not asked. “bro. does it sound like im playing? come here.” he hung up the phone. okaaay, what the fuck?? so now chris wants to see me and for what? no fucking idea. i put my blinker on and turn towards the triplet’s house.

i knock on the door, anticipating a response. instead of chris, nick opens the door. “have you finally come to make a decision?” nick crosses his arms. “no, i came here for chris.” i say, walking past him not realizing how it sounded. “knew you liked him!” nick called to me, closing the door. i shook my head violently at him and barged into chris’ room.

“jesus christ! do you knock?” chris jumped at the sound of his door slamming against the wall. “no. what do you want?” i crossed my arms, leaning against his wall. he sighed. “don’t come to hawaii with us. please. i dont want to deal with you.” he said. “so this wasnt something you could tell me on the phone??” i almost yelled. “i wanted to see your face when i said it.” he smirked. i opened my mouth, about to say something, but closed it again only realizing it would make him happy to see me upset. you smiled sarcastically and walked away from him. “does that mean you’re not going?” he yelled, hearing his laughter. i walked out the front door and got in my car.

you know what? i am gonna go. just to make him mad. and i wont even tell him. i pulled out of the driveway and drove to my house. i decided to call nick to tell him. “hello? didn’t i just see you?” nick said. “yeah, i wanna tell you that im going.” i responded. “good because i already bought you a ticket about 3 weeks ago. we leave tomorrow, 6am. you sit up front i’ll be in the back with chris. be ready!” nick hung up the phone. of course nick already bought me a ticket. he knew id go anyways. i let out a sigh as i turned my music back on and rolled my window down again, enjoying my peace.

i locked my car, going up the steps to my front door, unlocking it. i opened the door and closed it behind me, taking off my shoes and my gown, hanging the gown up in the hallway closet. i sighed, plopping down on the couch. i laid my head on the couch arm while i kicked up my feet to relax. i opened my phone to 12 missed messages from chris.

“are you not going?”

“bro answer”

“pls tell me ur not going”

“BRO”

“NICK JUST TOLD ME YOURE GOING”

“FUCK YOU”

“I LITERALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO.”

“YOU DONT FUCKING LISTEN”

“ANSWER THE PHONEEEE”

“WHY IS NICK SO HAPPY?”

“IM ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL YOU”

“i fucking hate you.”

i laughed, looking at his stupid texts. i actually got a reaction out of him. this trip is definitely going to be fun. i put down my phone, laying on my side.

my eyes start to get drowsy, my brain becoming blank. i let my eyes shut, and fell into a deep sleep.

i woke up, the blanket that used to be on top of the couch now on top of me. my tank top strap was off of one arm and my one sock was lost in the couch somewhere. what the fuck? what time is it? i removed the blanket, sitting up and looking at my dark living room. i yawned, picking up my phone.

the brightness of my phone blinded me as i stared at the big numbers that read;

3:12

well shit. i only had 2 hours and 48 minutes to be packed and ready for the triplets to pick me up. i immediately got up to take a shower, brush my teeth and wash my face. i got dressed in a ribbed longsleeve crop top and ripped shorts. i had about a little over an hour to pack. i packed quickly making sure i had everything. but i didn’t even know how long we were staying. i called up nick. “hello?” nicks raspy voice rang over the phone.

“how many days are we even staying?” i yawned again. “like 5 days. matt please give me your suitcase jesus christ.” i hear nick getting mad at matt for something over the phone. “okay, well thanks. see you soon then.” i say. “okay, bye.” nick hangs up the phone. so i removed the 7th outfit and let there be 6 just in case of an emergency. i zipped up my suitcase and made my way to the kitchen to have some cereal. i scrolled through tiktok while eating, taking my time since ive pretty much been rushing even though i was making good time. after about 30 minutes, i heard a honk in front of my house. i got up quickly and placed my bowl and spoon in the sink, grabbing my suitcase and adjusting my jewelry.

i walked out the door, locking my door behind me. matt got out of the car, looking tired as hell. he opened the trunk. i walked towards him, smiling a bit. “you seem tired.” i let out a breathy laugh sarcastically. “do i now?” he said sarcastically and smiled at me. “hand me your suitcase, i got it.” he reached his hand out for the handle of my suitcase. i felt bad. he was so tired. “no it’s fine, i got it. you’re tired.” i shook my head. “please. nicks going to kill me if i dont.” he rubs his right eye. i looked down, handing him my suitcase. why would nick kill him? i gave him a thank you before getting in the backseat, because apparently nick was sitting in the front. i realized i was going to have to sit next to chris.

“nick, weren’t you going to sit back here?” i tilt my head. nick turns back to look at me. “yeah, but this kid was being stupid so i decided to sit up here. sorry.” he replied, sternly. i looked at chris, his hair flopping forwards as he stares at his phone with his airpods in. i look away when i see matt get in the drivers seat. “okay. next stop, the airport.” matt said as he shifted into reverse. he put his arm around the back of nicks seat and looked out the rear window as he backed out, i stared at his features. matt stared at me then. “something wrong?” he sat back in his seat, twirling the steering wheel. “no im okay.” i snap back to reality, shaking my head vigorously.

i put in my airpods as matt drove away from my home, listening to my favorite playlist.

(time skip)

we made it to the airport, everyone stretching when they got out the car. i put my airpods back into the case, shutting the car door. matt took out everyone’s suitcase and handed it to them. “thanks again matt.” i said again. “you dont gotta thank me, thank nick. he said he wants you to have a great experience.” he laughed a bit, grabbing his own suitcase. he closed the trunk and started walking with chris and nick. i followed after.

security was so shit. it took forever for them to get the line of people done and chris was seriously losing his patience like a little baby. “finally that shitshow is over.” chris rolled his eyes. “get over it chris it happens. you act like you’ve never been in a fucking airport before.” i snapped back. “when do you ever shut the fuck up?” he almost started to yell. “okay children calm the fuck down. lets go before we miss the flight.” nick interfered. i calmed down but i saw chris roll his eyes again. we continued walking until we reached our gate. we made it to boarding right on time so we got in the line and showed the lady each of our tickets.

only little did i know, i had to sit next to chris while nick and matt sat in the next isle. i called window seat obviously. i put in my airpods again and looked out the window, listening to music, trying to ignore the fact that i had to sit next to chris fucking sturniolo.

maybe about 3 hours into the flight, i fell asleep, my head against the window of the plane. chris woke me up, because the flight attendant was offering snacks. my mind blank, i asked for pretzels and a cup of apple juice. “you’re such a kid. apple juice? didn’t you graduate yesterday?” chris ate out of his tiny bag of snack mix while smiling. “chris, please. shut the fuck up. for once in your life.” i was tired and he just pissed me off even more. i had to pee anyways, maybe i’d get a break from him. “i have to pee, get up.” i say. “no. just go.” he shook his head. i sighed. “fine.” i get up from my seat, squeezing my way past him, my back facing him. when i get out the tight situation i make headway for the bathroom.

i come out the bathroom, feeling better, making my way towards the seat. only to find chris gone and my snacks sitting on my tray. “where’s chris?” i asked matt, not sure why i was concerned. “he went to the other bathroom the other way.” matt pointed his thumb backwards. i didn’t even know there was another bathroom here. i sat back in my seat, putting the airpods that were still in my ears back in their case and started eating the snacks. chris came back about 2 minutes later, breathing heavy like he ran a marathon.

“are you okay?” i look at him with a weird face. “yep. why?” he responded lowly. “because you sound like you just ran a marathon.” i looked into his eyes, trying to find what he was hiding. “idk. im fine.” he said dryly, putting his airpods in. oookaay. i put my head back on the seat and closed my eyes once again.

“god, jesus get off of me!” i woke up to chris pushing my head. i lifted it. “whats wrong?” i said quietly and drowsily, rubbing my eye. “your head was on my shoulder. and its time to go.” he said, grabbing his suitcase from the top storage. “sorry.” i said, my mind still hazy, i didn’t really realize i said sorry to chris. i never say sorry to him. chris sighed and took out my suitcase too. something i never thought he’d do. it doesn’t matter. i stretched and got up out of the seat. me and chris followed behind matt and nick off of the plane and into the airport.

i was so hungry, they only fed us once with a snack and drink, i needed something to eat. “im hungry.” i whined. “well nobody is going to drop everything for you! go get something to eat!” nick snapped. well he must be in a bad mood from the flight or something. “what do you want?” chris chimed in. “what?” i raise my eyebrow. “to eat?” he took out his wallet. “chris i got it. don’t try to be a gentleman.” i rolled my eyes. what is up with him? wanting to pay for my food is crazy. he sighed and walked towards dunkin, wallet still in hand. how did he know i wanted dunkin?

“okay is this your doing nick?” i look at nick. “no, i swear to you i only talked to matt.” he replied quickly. matt side eyed him, upset that he yelled at him at 6 in the morning. chris comes back around a minute later, a glazed donut in a bag and a small iced tea in hand. “okay, how do you know my dunkin order?” i gave him a look. “does that really fucking matter? stop acting like a brat and take it.” he said sternly. i took the food and gave him a questioning ‘thanks?’

(time skip again sorry 😭)

we made it to the airbnb that nick and matt helped pay for, everyone sighing and placing their stuff in the rooms. i claimed my room, chris coming in behind me. “this is my room dummy.” i crossed my arms. “there’s two beds you can share fatty.” he pushed past me. no way he just called me fat. “chris go share with your brothers!” i yelled at him, watching him place his suitcase on the bed by the big window. “can’t. they each want their own bed and there’s two beds per room so, gotta share with you.” he shrugged. great. what could possibly go worse?

okaaay im ending this here only because i started this at 8pm and now its 12am. i am tired. next part tomorrow?? tbc 😝 (p.s. this was so bad im sorry 🙁)

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