Author's note : 1) As I've already mentioned it before that English is not my first language, neither is Italian but I've used Lil Italian in this chapter.
2) I've used Google Translator for it, don't sue me if the sentence is wrong. Blame Google Translator and please do let me know if it's incorrect.
3) Enjoy reading.
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R Y A N
"I love you, Ryan" "I love you, Ryan," she said, and I froze. My breath caught in my throat, my not-so-steady heartbeat stopped, and everything around me seemed to come to a halt. My mind couldn't stop thinking of a better response; I was not ready to respond, but perhaps responding wouldn't be such a horrible idea after all? Shit! What the hell am I supposed to fucking do now?Hey there, brain cells fucking help me!?
"However, I prefer drunk Ryan because he is adorable and cute, as compared to you cranky bubble gum," she added, I exhaled and mentally facepalmed. I exhaled and mentally facepalmed I'm so fucking stupid! I fucking thought she said it romantically. But deep down--ah! Never mind.
"Thank you," I grumbled, foolish me!
She threw a stone off the cliff and remarked, "By the way, I'm not sorry for injuring your girlfriend."
"She.is.not.my.girlfriend, plus she deserved it," I clenched and unclenched my jaw.
"Ella," I said.
"You can never be all that nonsense your mother said, you are wonderful and special," she continued, tilting her head and looking at me.
"Aww, you think I'm precious," she said, gazing at me in admiration before laughing.
"Well, I hope your broken self heals and you stop being afraid," she remarked, but Ella knows that won't happen.
I sighed. "Some wounds leave permanent scars that never stop scaring you."
"Then we'll do plastic surgery," I said, giving her a "are you serious?" look.
"Trust me, or maybe any other kind of treatment," she urged again, shrugging her shoulder, and I shrugged back.
"Shut up" sometimes I wonder if she is really 18 or she is faking her age.
"Wanna go back home?" I asked her.
"Nah, I wanna stay here for a while, you can go if you want"
"No, but if you want me to leave so I can" she didn't answer, she tilted her head and laid it on my right shoulder.
