you’re fifteen and chris is sixteen. you and him are the bestest of friends— okay, maybe a liiiittle more than friends but thats besides the point. everything was great…until chris got sentenced to juvie.

you knew about his dealing and how he sells stuff— i mean, almost everyone does. but for some reason you never actually thought that anything would happen. that was until you got a call from him, except instead of it being from his usual contact— it was a call fowarded from juvie. that night you had found out that he attempted to carry drugs from boston all the way to canada, and that he would be in juvie for an estimated time of three entire years. god— how much you cried that night, you could basically make an entire river with your tears. chris on the otherhand— was perfectly okay, almost maybe even proud that he had ended up there.

on the day of the court trial; he reassured you that he would supposedly ‘run this bitch.’ and then just as he was leaving he said the words that you still think about to this day. ‘later angel— i’ll be back soon promise.’ that was the last thing he said almost two years ago from today.

since then you’ve just had to live life without him. i mean you have tried different guys— and even girls but none of them did it the way chris did, he was just special. but honestly the girls did a better job of filling the chris role— the only thing that was different was the fact that they don’t have a… well…

you’re now seventeen and living in an apartment all by yourself. it’s around two in the morning and your watching cheesy rom-coms, per usual. you hear a knock on your door and think to yourself ‘who the hell is knocking at this time?’ you go and open the door and you see him. chris sturniolo.