You were a good friend of the triplets, someone they'd known for a while since highschool. Chris had had a huge crush since you'd become friends with them, but unfortunately for him, so had Matt. It resulted in the two of them fighting for you, and that resulted in Matt winning. Not only were you their childhood bestfriend but you were Matt's girlfriend.

The odds were stacked against Chris.

Until one time, you come over, wanting to chill with Matt, considering he's your boyfriend. After knocking, you only wait for a little till Chris comes to the door as opposed to your boyfriend, his expression soft, eyes widening a little. "Oh, uh, hey," he said gently, almost unsure of how to approach for a moment. "Matt's not in, uh, sorry, it's just me. He went out with Nick, but uhm—" he hated the way he stumbled over his words when he was alone with you. "You can come in, if you want, uh.. wait for him."

Chris steps aside to let you in, cursing himself for how his eyes roam your body and linger on different sections of you. You're stunning, and he hates the fact that you're his brother's. "You want someone to drink? To eat?" This wasn't unusual, or wrong of him, you two were best friends, but the air was thick with an unspoken tension. Especially with how intimate his glances were.

He was done for when it came to you.