Part 7

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Cc: waiting at my door for Vic to arrive

3,9,14 minutes pass and there is no sight of Vic. None at all - zip, zero, zilch. Then I hear it a door clicks and I hear the drawl of a skateboard coming down the path. My heart is pounding my pupils dilate and past me walks a Nonna with a granny trolley. She isn't coming. I mean why would she come? Why would she want to catch up with an idiot like me? I am so deep inside my own head that I don't hear Vic's skateboard - or her panting. She grabs my shoulders and my head jolts up bonking her on the chin. She bursts into laughter.
"Come on y/n let's go to mine!"
And just like that I am on my way to her house.

Inside it becomes very apparent why she took so long. Her couch area has been made into a fort she grabs me a hot chocolate. And we sit and watch. We nuzzle up together to keep warm. Perhaps the Italian winter isn't going to be too awful after all.

Her hand reaches for mine. We sit fingers intertwined. Slowly my head bends down to her shoulder. Then it falls into her lap. Her hands stroke my hair. I lay watching her eyes flutter hearing her heart race. Maybe she does feel the same way about me after all.

At 10pm I have to break the news that is best that I head home. My host mum would kill me otherwise it is a school night too. I wish I could stay there with her. This time when we say goodbye I initiate the customary cheek kisses. But she adds an uncustomary forehead kiss. I giggle and run outside the whole way home I am warm. Head to toe even though I forgot my jacket at her house.

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