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It was a cool summer time evening, I was visiting my grandparents out in West Virginia for the summer. I really needed this break from everything, social media and my everyday life was getting too hard to handle not to mention Mattia has become very toxic the past few days, so I think of this as a way of giving him space. About an hour before I left to come here he texted me, but I just turned my phone off and put it in my drawer and I would reply as soon as I got home.

Well today I went for a peaceful bike ride along the creek behind my grandparents house, but there's something on my mind 24/7 it's Mattia, I don't know what it is, maybe I just miss him or something but I've been experiencing these vivid day dreams about Mattia, for example him getting hurt or him being dead. it's really taking it's toll on me as you can assume, I don't like stressing about things but when it comes to Mattia, I can't help myself, something deep inside of me just won't let it go.

Grandma: pásame tu tazón sucio y/n No voy a estar esperando aquí todo el día

Y/n: lo siento abuela que estaba.

Grandma: no no sólo dame el tazón y ve a pasar el rato tu ropa limpia

Y/n: Sí, señora 

Grandma: Gracias cariño

( translations: 

Grandma: pass me your bowl y/n I'm not going to be waiting here all day

Y/n:  I'm sorry grandma I was...

Grandma:  No just give me the bowl and go hang out your clean clothes 

Y/n: yes ma'am 

Grandma: thank you sweetie) 

My grandma can be strict sometimes but deep down I guess it's just how she is, I mean she is the only woman I have in my life, my mom died when I was three and my mom was my grandma's only child. So you get what I'm saying? if not I have no time to explain I have to get ready for the partido my grandma is throwing ( her grandma lives in a small town in West Virginia, which only has about 150 people in it, so very small town.) only about half the town will be there so nothing to stress about right? wrong there is this one cute boy named Luape ( loo-ah-peh) I know what you're thinking, Y/N STOP YOU'RE DATING MATTIA, well not really I forgot to mention that me and Mattia decided we needed a break just before I came, so technically Y/N IS SINGLE AND READYYY TO MINGLEEEEEE. But yeah he's very HOTTTT. 

( I will try insert a picture of Luape at the end bc Wattpad isn't letting me insert one here) ( Luape is a made - up person and I got the pic from google) 

anyways yeah I continued getting ready, then finally night came, I heard a few cars pull up outside and I heard a bunch of people talking.

Y/n thoughts : LET THE PARTY BEGIN

I walked out of my room to see the living room crowded with people, I continued to look around then there he was standing against the wall with his parents. Of course like the beautiful, respectful young lady I am I walked over to them and introduced myself

Y/n: hello my name is y/n y/l/n.

L/M: ¿Qué?

Luape: ma ella está saludando a usted

L/M: Oh lo siento cariño no sé inglés muy bien

Y/n: Está bien señora puedo hablar español, así que estoy acostumbrado a hablar inglés que es todo

L/M: Oh, ¿qué hermosa joven eres, puedo preguntar para qué estás en este evento?

Y/n: Oh gracias, tu eres muy hermosa tú mismo, pero en realidad estoy aquí porque es mi fiesta de abuelas

L/m: ¿Supongo que tu abuela es Acantha?

Y/n: Sí, esa es mi abuela.

Luape's pov: God this girl is beautiful, her eyes, her lips. DAMN 

Y/n's pov: I soon finished talking to Luape's mom and I couldn't help but notice him eyeing me down and ngl It's super sexy but then again I have to play hard to get I have to make him chase me, we don't chase no hoes on this side.












Guess lmk if ya'll want a part 2 

sorry for cutting it but I am going to work on another smut real quick then I can make a part 2 for this. 

( the smut I am working on will be very detailed, and no it's not with Luape it's with Mattia <3)

almost forgot...

QOTD: How many siblings do you have?

I have 6 ;-;

( I tried to insert a pic but Wattpad is being a bitch sorry guys)



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