A Week in Italy (itapan)

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When I arrived at feliciano's house that evening, I was still wearing my traditional clothing. As I guessed, a lot of people stared, but in a good way. I even had people take pictures with me. That was new, I never had anyone do that to me before. The door opened to his apartment and he looked at me with widened eyes. "Whoa!!! You look great! And I was over here thinking what you would look like in those clothes" he laughed. I lifted an eye brow and stepped into his house. "Were you really?" I asked. I took off my shoes and he began to smile nervously.

"Let me help you with your bags, you can stay in my room tonight" he smiled. I nodded and followed him to his room.  He placed my bags down and I looked to him with a smile. "So what were we going to do together?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and began to laugh "I have no idea, but let's eat! I made lasagna" he cheered. I nodded and followed him out of the room. "Would you like to listen to music? I have a Bluetooth you can connect your phone to" he spoke.

I nearly froze and I shook my head quickly "you wouldn't like my music" I laughed nervously. "Why? Because it's in Japanese?" He smirked. "No.... I just have a lot of music from the eighties......" I said softly. He tilted his head and began to chuckle softly. I took a seat at the table across from him and stared at him softly. "Really? I never took you as an eighties kind of guy....." he giggled. My eyes widened and I felt defensive "the eighties were a glorious time!" I answered. He tried to cover his smile but his laugh came through. "Now that is cute"

My head nearly exploded as he said that and I began to look elsewhere. "Please play your Japanese eighties music" he spoke. I looked to him defeated once he smiled to me sweetly. "Fine... well there is this one song I always listen to once a day" I spoke. He handed me his Bluetooth and I began to connect my phone to it.  "It is "stay with me" by Miki Matsubaru" I said. My phone connected and the song began to play.

"Oh yeah! This is eighties" he laughed. Feli began to generic American dance moves from the eighties and I began to laugh. "I like this" he spoke. He suddenly pulled me out of my seat and began to dance with me. "Wait! I can't dance" I said worried. I pushed him away softly and all he did was smile at me. "Neither can I.... but let's move around a bit" he smiled.  Feli held me close to him and I could feel my face get really hot.

"You are so close" I spoke. The music continued to play in the back and it really was like the eighties. These love songs from that time were amazing and he reminded me of them. I wonder what he would look like in 80s clothes. He continued to hold me until I pulled away again "let's eat" I laughed.

Feli took out some plates and began to serve me first. The music began to change to some other Japanese music and he continued to smile at it. "I really like the way your music sounds, It is very upbeat" he spoke. He placed the lasagna in front of me , and sat down with his food. "Would you like some wine?" He asked sweetly. He put his chin on the palm of his hand and smirked at me. I looked to him with a lifted brow and nodded "sure, It has been awhile since I had some..... I just can't get drunk because I'm flying tomorrow. I don't want to have a headache or wake up late" I explained.

"Ahh... even if you did, I am here to help you to the airport,remember ?" He asked. "Ahh yes... but one glass wouldn't hurt" I smiled. Feli took out two wine cups and a red wine and began to pour me some.  I took a sip from it and he continued to watch me with a smile. Feli poured himself some and began to drink it so naturally.

"Want to play just dance after this?" He asked. I looked to him confused and picked up the wine cup to drink out of. "Just dance? That is a random question.... I thought you couldn't dance..?" I asked. "I can't....But I like doing it" he laughed. "Ahhh... alright then?" I spoke nervously. I've never played that game before and it is such an odd and weird request that I did not know what to say about it.

I continued to drink some more wine and he quickly filled my cup up once he saw that I was running out. "Is the lasagna good?" He asked. He began to eat his food and I nodded. "Yeah! Italian food is great. Especially when it's made by an Italian" I laughed. His face turned red and he grabbed my hand suddenly "that means a lot coming from you!" He cheered. I really did my best to keep my cool, since every time he touched my hands I wanted to scream. In a good way... I think his hands are really soft.

I slowly pulled my hand away from him and quickly chugged down the wine that was in the glass. "Wow! You must really like wine" he laughed. Feli poured me another glass and I gave him a thumbs up. "Thank you" I spoke. In reality, I wanted this feeling to be drowned out..... I did not want him to find out I had a crush for him. It was not the smartest idea, but he made me extremely nervous. It was like I wanted to jump into his arms? No.... more of I wanted him to jump into my arms so I could hold him and play with his hair. That definitely sounds really nice.