"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Isabelle
"I love you."
I popped another blue Jolly Rancher into my mouth.
Whoever made this stuff knows what's up. Except for the fact they created an orange Jolly Rancher, orange-flavored things are the monsters in this reality. I like oranges and orange juice, but orange candy is a no. It tastes like shit, in the famous words of Leo Rossi.
It was pouring rain as I walked on the sidewalk, it's times like these that I wish I was sold to One Direction. I bet they would have a spare car for me to use, if not I would steal their money and buy one for myself.
Laugh out loud.
One Direction is missing out, they would cry themselves to sleep if they found out. It's a real possibility.
Probability.
I'm weighing the pros and cons of my job, the only pro being an employee discount. I should be a telegram person, I would knock on people's doors dancing and singing delivering whatever message requested.
I need to figure out a new nickname for Leo, Leo is basically just his name at this points, it's getting boring. He, unfortunately, gets mad when I call him Principessa, he just doesn't have taste. Lee is my current name filler.
I want to call him darling but he might block me or throw me out of his car.
He is currently refusing to talk to me anyways.
｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ғʟᴀsʜʙᴀᴄᴋ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡
I took a sip of the drink he handed me, "Lee does this have Lemon in it?"
"Yes, why?"
"I'm allergic."
"Just kid-" He snatched the drink from my grip before going to grab his car keys all while shoving, "Fuck. Why wouldn't you tell me? My epi pen won't even work for you."
Leo was basically scrambling all over the place as I sat with wide eyes. In my defense, he did cut me off when I was telling him how it was a joke.
Well, a poor joke.
Before he could pull me up from my seat I put my hand on his shoulders shaking him, "Get a grip."
