"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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Isabelle
"I'm very glad I bought clip in bangs before just going at it with my scissors," I said, looking into the mirror.
"They don't even look bad," Leo replied.
"Lying is a sin Dalrling," I sighed, "I'll just redo my curtain bangs."
He hummed pulling me back to my original position on his bed, "Do whatever you want."
"Curtain bangs it is."
I looked over at him softly smiling and he gave me a questioning look, "What?"
"Nothing."
I'm just falling in love with you, no big deal.
Yeah.
"I just really like your hair today," I said, ruffling his dark hair.
Rolling his eyes he pushed my hand off of his head, "Why do I spend time with you?"
"Cause I buy you Snickers," I stated.
"True," he mumbled staring at me.
I narrowed my eyes, "Stop looking at me like that freak."
"Like what?"
"Like," I furrowed my eyebrows, "I'm not sure."
He hummed giving me a dumb smile.
"I hate you."
Before I could give him another annoyed comment his arms wrapped around my waist, and his lips crashed onto mine. He pulled away with a stupid smirk, "No you don't."
I don't.
"Fuck off."
I'm still not use to that.
My stomach did fifty backflips in ten seconds, "I almost died yesterday."
"How?"
"I was driving down the street when a squirrel ran out onto the street, I slammed on my breaks and slightly swerved and drove into a small ditch. My car is okay, so I'm okay."
Leo shot up, "What the fuck, why didn't you say anything."
"It was a normal day in my life, in case you haven't noticed," I flexed my arm that really didn't have any noticeable muscle, "Im pretty fit, don't get too jealous of me now."
