You’ve always been part of their story — five kids who grew up side by side. Chris, Nick, and Matt Sturniolo, your brother Nate, and you: the youngest, the one they all swore to protect. Summers were spent at each other’s houses, winters buried under the same pile of blankets watching old movies. You know every version of them — the loud, the goofy, the tired, the real.
long distance isn’t easy — everyone says that, but no one really tells you what it feels like. it’s the late-night facetime calls that stretch into early mornings, the half-asleep “i love you” before one of you drifts off, the quiet ache that comes after hanging up. it’s missing someone you’ve never stopped talking to. it’s hearing his laugh through a phone and wishing you could reach through it.
you told yourself you were fine with it — that long distance was just a phase, that love could stretch itself across time zones and stay the same. but some nights it didn’t feel that way. some nights it was too quiet, the kind of quiet that made you ache. you missed the small things — the way he’d hum along to songs in the car, the warmth of his hoodie that always smelled like his cologne, the sound of him laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.
You’ve always been part of their story — five kids who grew up side by side. Chris, Nick, and Matt Sturniolo, your brother Nate, and you: the youngest, the one they all swore to protect. Summers were spent at each other’s houses, winters buried under the same pile of blankets watching old movies. You know every version of them — the loud, the goofy, the tired, the real.
He still looks like he walks through shadows without making a sound, still carries that quiet mystery that makes everyone else keep a respectful distance — but with you, it’s different. With you, Theo softens in ways he didn’t think he was capable of. He keeps the world at arm’s length, yet somehow you ended up in the center of his orbit without even trying.
Anthony Valtheron, had been a knight before he had been a man. Sworn to the sword, to the kingdom, to her. He was disciplined, unshakable—yet when it came to Madi, he was nothing but undone. He had stood at her side since both of them were young, first as a protector, then as something more dangerous. Something neither of them dared named.
i sneaked into dracos dorm and we hear a knock, draco before opening, presses me against the wall with his hand covering my mouth, so i dont make a sound. it was mattheo looking for me
chris and madi can’t let each other go. no matter how many times they end things, she still calls after the club, and he still lets her in. It’s love, lust, and everything in between, a cycle they can’t break.
he asked her who she was going to prom with — casual, almost teasing, but there was a flicker of hope in his voice that he tried to hide. she smiled, about to answer, about to say a name that might’ve meant something. and then it happened.
You’re laying under Chris’s arm on his bed, in the kind of quiet that only exists when two people are completely comfortable. Your phone is balanced in your hand, a random video playing — a girl showing her boyfriend her favorite flowers. You laugh softly and nudge Chris, showing him the screen. He glances at it, then at you, that familiar half-smile tugging at his lips.