sparks | damiano david (18+!)

one: what a night!

song for the chapter: novacane - frank ocean

- i -

"ivy!" camila yells as she barges through my door. "guess who just invited us to a party at his apartment tonight," she continues, jumping up and down, clutching onto her phone in excitement.

"i don't know, who?" i respond, without looking up from my phone. "gianni de sanctis, bitch!" she responds, noticing my uninterestedness.

"oh, that's cool. wait, you said he invited us?" she nods her head eagerly. "why, though? we aren't even friends like that." she laughs, "he probably knows that i wouldn't go if you didn't, ivy. but that's beside the point. you have to go with me tonight."

she's giving me puppy eyes. "i don't know, mila. i'm not really in a party mood tonight," i respond, truthfully.

"ives, please! it's not even a party, more like a small get together. i swear there's only gonna be a few people there. covid fucked freshman year up. sophomore year has to start great, since we can finally go out like normal. and i heard that some of his friends from italy are going to be there," she pleads, grabbing my hand.

"your point?" mila gives me a face, "my point being a chill get together is the perfect way to start the summer. and you're single, so cute italian boys being there is a plus. matter of fact, you should be more excited than i am." we just finished finals last week, and covid restrictions have been lifted, so i get where she's coming from.

"okay, fine. what time does it start?" camila grins excitedly, "nine but that really means ten or eleven, so you have plenty of time to get pretty."

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i shriek as i ramble through my closet trying to find an outfit. the hamper in the corner of my room is filled to the brim with clothes, and laundry day was three laundry days ago. okay,

maybe it's my fault that i have no clothes to wear. i'm taking this as a sign from god that i shouldn't go tonight. "cam, i literally have no clothes," i whine.

"how do you not have clothes? we're fashion students. you have something, just look again," she yells back from her room. i groan as i go through my hangers one last time. i find a tiny blue dress lodged in the back—this will do.

mila suddenly pops in, "oh, my god, you look so cute. told you it was a good idea to go out tonight." i jokingly roll my eyes in return.

"okay, i'm finished, are you?" i ask camila, while i pray on perfume. "yeah, just give me like ten seconds, so i can grab my bag." i nod and check my phone—it's 10:09 (22:09), so we're on time, i think.

"our uber's coming in five," camila says, as she joins me by the front door. "this night's gonna be fucking amazing, i already know it."

camila met gianni de sanctis at a bar in midtown a year and a half ago. he's originally from rome, but his parents sent him over for school. this really meant going to parties and banging as many girls as he could.

their relationship is interesting to say the least. he wants in her pants, but she has attachment issues and doesn't want to, and he just keeps on trying. she still loves the chase, so she entertains him until she gets bored or he gets tired. then they make up, and the cycle continues.