Bianchi Twins | On Hold

Thirteen

-Translated by google translate-

Marcel and Roman both call Alessandro either papa, padre, or dad. I couldn't decide which I liked more, so I just added all three that they change up occasionally.

There's also a new character added at the bottom where the author note is. There's a small bio but I didn't do a aesthetic collage for him like I did with the family members.

Marcel's pov

"I'm no photographer but I can picture us together."

I roll my eyes at my older brother's cheesy pick up lines he tells to the girl next to him. While I find it cringy though, she finds it cute and giggles at it. I don't know how she finds this attractive.

We have totally different tastes.

"Maybe I think the same. What are you doing tomorrow?" The girl, whose name is Cassie, says. Roman shrugs. "Nothing planned yet. Why?" The corners of her red matte lips tilt up into a small smile.

"If you aren't doing anything then do you want to go see a movie and then get dinner afterwards? Only if you want to!" She says, her voice rushed. Roman laughs. "Sure sounds fun." He replies as soon as we reach his black Ferrari LaFerrari.

We decided to just ride together today instead of driving separately and getting two cars.

"Kay then, drive safe you two. Call me Roman." Cassie walks off to her jeep wrangler and then drives off. Roman turns to me and raises his eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't just want to leave your guitar here at school? Wouldn't it be easier than moving it back and forth all the time?" I immediately shake my head.

"Not after last time."

"That was years ago. Besides, people always leave their instruments in the music room." He says. I wave him off. I don't trust keeping my guitar at school.

The last time I left it in school was in 5th grade. I came back the next day and it was gone. Someone stole it. It was my first guitar and meant a lot to me. That also meant I had to ask papa if he could buy me another one.

I knew he'd say yes, but I didn't like asking him for money. He worked hard and I didn't want to waste his money on a new guitar just because I was irresponsible and got mine stolen.

Back then I didn't know that a few hundred euros didn't even make a dent in his bank account. I didn't find out about the mafia until I was 13. Even though I trained for it since I was 8. I just thought I was taking self defense classes with Roman.

I also knew dad was busy and I didn't want to bother him for something small like a guitar. He didn't seem to mind at all though.

Since then, I've never kept my guitar at school.

"Alright, I'll pop the trunk." Roman says, opening his car door. I hear the sound of the car coming to life and then the trunk opens with a click a few seconds later. I place my guitar case carefully into the compartment before closing it and getting in.

Roman connects his aux cord and puts on some song I don't know. It's good though so I saved it to my spotify playlist. Besides the music, we drive in silence. Roman's eyes stay focused on the road as he drives with one hand effortlessly. I browse through WhatsApp and Facebook until my phone pings with a text.

Kamari : Hey. Are we still on for later?

I smile and immediately text him back.

Me: Ya. Driving home now with Roman. Pick me up at 5?

Kamari: K, see you then :) ❤

Kamari is my boyfriend of over a year now. 1 year, 4 months, and 2 weeks to be exact. We haven't gone on a date in a while since we both have been working a lot lately. But we are today. Which is why I'm so excited to get home. I'm about to just jump out of this car and sprint home but then Roman would suspect something.