You and Chris were a sinful duo. Why? You two were loud as hell, so full of energy, and so clingy with each other that it was almost sickening. Anyone who saw you together could tell you were completely wrapped up in each other — in love, in sync, in your own little world.
You both firmly believed that you were soulmates in your previous lives. It was a belief you clung to dearly, convinced that fate had brought you together once again in this life to experience the same deep connection all over again.
You and Chris had been inseparable since before either of you could remember. From the moment fate brought you two together as kids, you’d been glued to each other’s sides. It was as though you couldn’t function without the other — and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
And the fans of the Sturniolo triplets loved you. They adored seeing the bond between you and Chris — the way he looked at you, the way you laughed at everything he said. The edits of you two together were everywhere, and Nick and Matt loved you like family; they were so used to seeing your face around that you basically were part of the family.
You and Chris were bouncing off the walls as you walked through the aquarium — Matt, Nick, and Chris had decided to vlog their day there (and probably whatever else they were going to do afterwards, maybe even the rest of the week, since you’d be staying at the Sturniolo house for a few days).
“I’m like, terrified,” Chris said, staring at the pretty pink humongous octopus behind the glass, lips slightly parted before curving into a grin. You cooed at the octopus, ignoring his protests.
“Swear to god — if this thing ever touched me, I’d be fuckin’ disgusted,*” he added, glancing at the vlog camera, then over at Nate and Nick behind it, a giggle escaping his lips.
“I’m like really freaked out — I hate that I’m lookin’ at its suckers—” He wiggled his fingers in air quotes, “—and that’s a quote from the, uh, Aquarium lady.” He grinned, talking mostly to the vlog camera before glancing at Matt, then back at the octopus.