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: christophersturniolo

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: i wanna write you a song, one as beautiful as you are sweet

christophersturniolo: ❤️

↳sadiemadden: hi boyfriend

↳christophersturniolo: hi girlfriend

matthew.sturniolo: this is so gross❤️

nicolassturniolo: ily guys

xolo_mariduena: EXCUSE ME?????

↳sadiemadden: OH GOD

xolo_mariduena: YOU ARE NOT SERIOUS RN

xolo_mariduena: im coming home

xolo_mariduena: I DID NOT FIND OUT ABOUT THIS THROUGH A MF IG POST

↳sadiemadden: IM SORRY I FORGOT

xolo_mariduena: im baffled

thejacobbertrand: aw im happy for you guys

thejacobbertrand: i hate you tho

↳sadiemadden: IM SO SORRY

user1: WHAT

user2: I MEAN LIKE WBK BUT WTF

user3: ew

user4: chris could do so much better

↳christophersturniolo: lol no

user5: nope

user6: a moment of silence for the boys....

↳christophersturniolo: so sorry for your loss... not me tho yall stay safe

user7: NOOOO NOT SADIE PLSSSSSS

user8: this is horrible

user9: the way he said in their last vlog he was single.... fucking liar

↳matthew.sturniolo: maybe... he was single when he said that... just maybe🤔

user10: im happy if hes happy

user11: i hate this

user12: shes a slut she'll probably cheat on him lmao

↳sadiemadden: ????

user13: what happened to camila

by , and

: i won

sadiemadden: you really did huh

↳christophersturniolo: let me take you on a date

nicolassturniolo: showing off your girl? ok i see you

↳christophersturniolo: ofc

user1: ASS SHOT OK

user2: SECOND PIC OK CHRIS

user3: second slide is for the girlies

user4: chris evans and u would be like this 🤞🏻

↳christophersturniolo: literally

user5: ugh

user6: no

user7: shes a whore

user8: this isn't it

user9: you did this for what?

user10: i hate her

user11: i hope they break up

user12: they don't look good together

user13: i like him better with madi

↳madifilipowicz: no offense but no

user14: team camila

user15: funny how he always said his type were brunettes...

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟirl

Chris was always taken aback by how pretty Sadie looked. How stunning. With or without makeup, it didn't matter. Sadie Madden was beautiful. But that night... god. He's not sure how she can look any better. She was wearing a short white dress, that clung nicely to her, paired with black leather boots, her blonde hair her was straight, her makeup was perfect, as always and she topped it off with red lipstick.

"Congrats on two million." She said with a smile. "I bought you something."

She roamed through her purse and got a small black red out. She placed it on the table of the nice stake place Chris had taken her and slid it to him.

"You didn't had to."

"I know. But I'm proud of you. I know you guys have the merch thing going on but I wanted you to have something of your own." Sadie explained as she anxiously waited for him to open the little box.

"This is... Sadie. No. I can't." He closed the box. "It's— it's fucking Cartier!"

"Yes you can, dummy." She pushed her gift towards him with a smile. "Put it on, come on, it took me ages to find it."

He finally grabbed the silver chain-like bracelet out of the red box with an amazed look on his face.

"I couldn't find anything in the store that resembled the little flowers you guys drew on this last drop, so I got a charm custom-made somewhere else for you and put it on." She pointed to the little yellow flower with an excited smile. "Do you like it?"

Chris blinked quickly, admiring the bracelet. He's so surprised, he almost misses Sadie asking for the check.

"Yes. Of course I like it, are you kidding me? But—"

"Nope." She cuts him off. "You've put a lot of effort in this, you deserve this. You deserve nice things, Chris. Just put in on, please?" She pouts. "Please?"

He sighs. "Thanks, Sadie." He stands up to quickly kiss her, then returns to his seat. "Thank you." Chris says again with glossy eyes. He puts it on and admires it. "You're something else."

"It's nothing, you just... you deserve good things." She blushes. "I don't think you realize how amazing you are, Chris. Like... you're the type of boy to randomly send flowers and give me little back massages when I'm too tired." Sadie sighs. "You put yourself down too much and I hate that, because to me, you are— fuck, I'm being so cheesy, but... to me you are perfect and... I needed you to know."

She lets out a heavy breath, hating the way she feels. Saying what she feels and means is something she's always hated.

"Here's your check, miss." The waiter says, realizing he interrupted their conversation a little too late. Chris takes it before Sadie can see the ridiculous number on the little white ticket.

"I asked you out." He says.

"Let me cover at least half."

"Invite me over for a sleepover and we'll be good." Chris says with a charming smile as he leaves some bills inside the faux leather holder they delivered the check in.

"Deal." She answers with a smile. "Thank you."

"Let's go, c'mon." He holds out his hand and walks out with her behind him.

"Sadie! Sadie!" Some guys yell her name once they step out the restaurant. They head towards the valet to ask for Sadie's car.

There's some whistling and catcalling that makes Chris' stomach churn and tighten his grip on Sadie.

"Chris! How does it feel to be dating someone as hot as Sadie?"

Some guy in the restaurant's uniform signals them that Sadie's Range Rover is ready, so they start walking.

"Can we get a video?"

"A picture, please!"

"You look good, Sadie!"

"That dress sure looks nice on you!"

"Have you stretched that out yet?" That stops Chris dead in his tracks. Even some of the other paparazzi guys stop their yelling.

"The fuck you just said?" His Boston accent comes out. He turns around and walks towards the guys who asked him the grossest thing he's ever heard. Chris eyes him down. Skinny, short, gangly.

"Chris, it's fine." Sadie tugs on his arm but he doesn't budge.

"She has a reputation." The guy says. "She'll drop to her knees if you whisper nice words in her ear."

"Hey, man, that's enough." Some other wannabe paparazzi says uncomfortably.

And it's all being recorded.

"Shut the fuck up." Sadie says instead. "You're, what, forty? And you're talking about an eighteen-year-old's sex life? That's fucking creepy." She rolls her eyes, but deep inside, she's trying very hard not to cry.

"Fuck off, man." Chris says, shoving him back lightly, just enough to get the camera off his face. "Stop talking about my girlfriend."

"You're just mad because you know it's true. All those things they say about her being a sl—" He doesn't get to finish his sentence because Chris pushes him to the ground. Aware of all the cameras around and Sadie behind him saying his name, he doesn't do anything else.

"Fucking creep." He almost spits out. Then lets Sadie drag him away.

He's so pissed he almost misses Sadie's shoulders shaking. She's crying. His heart drops and he steps in front of her to shield her from the cameras so they can't see her tears.

"Why are you crying?" He asks, hugging her.

"This is the second time we go out and it got ruined because of me! Again!"

"You didn't do anything." He strokes her hair. "Nothing's ruined, Sadie. I promise." He kisses her tears and offers her a smile. "Now, cheer up, doll. Because I can't drive."

That makes her let out a laugh/sob and a sad smile.