in one of the three sturniolos rooms, specifically chris’s, your head laid upon your bestfriends lap..

”no not like that!” he heard your complaint followed up with a giggle. he was attempting to braid your hair but it wasn’t going quite as expected..

”okay, chill I’m trying” he said with faux annoyance while swatting your not-so-helping hand away from your own hair. his eyes flickering to yours, then back to your hair with a typical childish grin on his face