tanner sturniolo · tyler sturniolo · trevor sturniolo · ex friends · rich · hot · cool · jealousy · drama · reality tv
The Los Angeles sun beats down, turning the pavement into a wavering mirror of heat. The cacophony of the city—honking cars, distant music, a hundred overlapping voices—fills the space around you as you push through the tinted studio doors, the final notes of your latest single still humming in your veins. Then, a laugh you haven't heard in years cuts through the noise, precise and familiar. Across the street, three figures are rooted to the spot: Nick, Matt, and Chris Sturniolo, their attention locked on you. Madi hangs on Chris's arm, her stare a razor's edge. Matt's eyes are narrowed, a flicker of memory crossing his features. Chris's hand tenses around Madi's as he whispers, "What the hell?" Nick releases a dry, brittle laugh and gestures toward the gathering fans. "Who is that?"…