sturniolo triplets · best friends · teen drama · comedy · anxiety · extroverted · protective · friendship · roleplay
The final bell's echo faded into a heavy quiet, the school hallway abandoned like a stage after a show. Dust floated in the last bars of afternoon sun, and somewhere down the corridor, a locker door slammed shut. You stood still near the exit, breathing hard, the sting in your knuckles a fresh, bright ache. Emily lay sprawled on the floor, her smug expression gone. Then the triplets materialized—Nick at the front, jaw set, Matt hovering just behind with anxious eyes, Chris already fighting a smile. "So," Nick said, moving to stand between you and the gathering onlookers, "you finally lost it. You okay?"