Eve Romano used to have a life in Italy. She had a nice apartment, a great boyfriend, a nice job and was truly happy there. That was until everything started to crumble before her which forced her to move back home to Scotland with only the memories...
They say I'm too young to love you I don't know what I need They think I don't understand The freedom land of the seventies
I think I'm too cool to know ya You say I'm like the ice, I freeze I'm churnin' out novels like Beat poetry on Amphetamines
I say I say
Well, my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby
They say I'm too young to love you They say I'm too dumb to see They judge me like a picture book By the colors, like they forgot to read I think we're like fire and water I think we're like the wind and sea You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down You're up, I'm down You're blind, I see.
Still Four Days To Go Till London
Eve's P.O.V
So laying in bed all day didn't go to plan. Damiano got a phone call about an hour ago that he claimed was important so I had been sat feeling sorry for myself for that entire time he was gone. I maybe went to the bathroom once... oh and I sat with Nonna for a while which was nice.... but where was he?
I decide to leave his bed and jog downstairs, glancing in all the rooms to see he wasn't there.
"Mamma??" I call out worriedly.
"Yes baby?" I hear her shout back from the kitchen, I follow her voice into the room to see her pouring herself a glass of wine with a book in the other hand.
"Have you seen Damiano? He disappeared an hour ago and I don't know where he is"
"I haven't baby, have you tried outside? He may have gone for a cigarette? Or a walk?" She almost suggests as I sigh. He would have asked me to come if it was one of those options.
"I'll try to call h..." I'm cut off by the sound of a car horn beeping. A car horn that wasn't either of the cars we owned... It was too rough sounding. I glance at my mum who glances at me as I frown and walk over to the window, moving aside the curtain and staring out to see none other than my boyfriend in a camper van.... what the hell was he up to?
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"Damiano's in a camper van" Is all I say which has my mum placing down her glass immediately.
"What the hells he doing in a camper van?"
"Well we're about to find out" I reply as both my mum and I head into the hallway and over to the front door, pulling it open and walking outside into the colder afternoon just as Damiano gets out of the drivers seat with a smug expression on his face.
