Just One Kiss - Victoria De Angelis - Måneskin - Damiano David

Part 1

CC: It is 2018 and you are on exchange in Rome Italy

God fucking damn it why does my alarm always have to go off during my favourite dreams. Literally was back at family Christmas last year eating roast potatoes god I miss my mums roast potatoes how I would kill to have them right now. Fuck shit idiot how have I wasted 30 minutes laying in bed thinking about roast potatoes!

"Oi y/n hurry up would you it is 7:30 we need to leave in ten minutes" that's Costanza my host sister how I hate being in the same class as her. We are so different she is popular and just follows what everyone else is doing a bit of a sheep if you ask me. And here I am with short shaggy hair black nail polish platform docs brown cords and the coolest woolen jumper you have ever seen. Everyone expects me to hang out with her and her friends so it makes making friends at school really hard.

"I'm ready Costa lets go!"

"Ugh y/n why do you never wear the bracelets I gave you at least then you might fit in a little"

"Costa I have my own style you have yours and I really do appreciate the bracelets but that doesn't mean me not wearing them makes me uncool or anything - you know that right?"

"I know Mum just keeps wanting me to get you to fit in more."

"Well I would really appreciate if you just stayed out of it!" This is the part I regret I rolled my eyes...extremely intensely and then ran off ahead. This would have been fine if I had friends to run and join. But as you can guess I didn't. I am in my host sisters class and because of that no one wants to be friends with me other than her friends who I definitely do not want to be friends with.

When I make it to school I check in - it is really weird here you have to scan your student pass at the start of the day to show that you were at school on time even though they still do the roll. Then head to class I sit at my desk..the one next to Costanza and sit through French latin and French history. The worst subjects to ever possibly exist for me an English speaker who can only speak a little bit of Italian. How on earth can I learn French and latin in Italian when I am not even fluent in Italian. That is besides the point though during our fifteen minute lunch break we were listening to the top 50 songs on the Italian charts. Rank 3 was this song called Torna A Casa - although I couldn't entirely understand the words yet I could pick up words here and there but the song itself was beautiful to listen to. I have never felt this drawn to a song before. But by the time it is finished I can't even remember the title of the song let alone the lyrics to google it. And I doubt Costanza would be willing to help me work it out.

The song has never left my head everywhere I go anything I think it is there constantly. Interrupting my every thought. Oh I - quindi Marlena torna casa che non voglio aspettare - need water. But to remember the title is beyond me.