TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

highschool reunion (d.d.)

Kiddy_1234

"You look ravishing, Darling." Damiano kissed the top of your head after closing the car door behind you.

You both were headed to your ten year high school class reunion, and you both were somewhat nervous to say the least.

Most of your classmates were or had children by now, but you and Damiano were different. With less than two years of marriage under your belts, you were definitely the outcast couple.

You and Damiano had both agreed early on that children weren't for either one of you or for your relationship. You both adored young children, and were incredibly loving and dedicated to being the "cool" aunt and uncle for all of your friends' kids, however, for your relationship together, children just didn't seem to be in the cards.

"What are they going to say?" Damiano whispered, knowing that at the five year reunion, the two got a lot of backlash for their ventures as a rock band.

Now, Måneskin had risen to an immeasurable level of fame, so they didn't have much to prove to their former classmates anymore.

"They won't say anything. They'll say 'we knew them when,' I promise." You joked, kissing his knuckles before heading into the venue where the reunion was to be held.

Upon entering the building, you were immediately swarmed with old friends from highschool.

"Hi! Belle, you look wonderful!" You gasped, admiring your best friend's forming baby bump.

By then a friend of Damiano's from the basketball team and yanked him into a "bro" hug, and they both started to catch up with each other.

"So, when is baby due?" You beamed.

"He is due next April, but shh, don't tell Nolan. He wanted to be surprised, but I couldn't wait to find out the gender!" She laughed.

You mimicked zipping your lips shut with a wink. "I have no idea what the gender of your baby is."

She giggled along and pat at your shoulder. "So, you and Dami, hmm? That actually worked out?"

You snickered. "Yeah, what do you mean? The band's been doing phenomenally well!"

Belle frowned slightly. "I've noticed the success of the band, but I'm going to be real, I didn't see this relationship working out for too long."

You mirrored her frown, suddenly getting a little offended. "And why did you think that?" You forced a laugh, trying to keep some composure.

Belle scoffed. "Well, Dami hated you in highscool!" She laughed. "I think the whole class was shocked when you two got together! For the first few years, we thought it was a stunt for the band! But when you guys got married, it was all so shocking!"

"Oh..." You trailed off, your eyes beginning to dart around the reunion, trying to find your husband. You finally found him, now sipping something out of a solo cup all the way across the party.

You excused yourself from Belle and went to find Damiano.

"What are you drinking?" You asked, trying to hide your racing emotions.

"Um...Ryan called it a yellow hammer. It's good, want to try some?" He passed you his cup.

You smiled and took a sip, actually finding yourself liking the drink. "Hey, Ryan!" You called to the classmate who had set up shop behind the bar. "Make me one of these, and make it double!"

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The party died down around eleven p.m., the classmates with young children all retiring even earlier to go tend to their young families.

Damiano waved to friends and you gave Belle a final hug before taking Damiano's hand and heading towards the car.

"Is everything alright, baby? You got kinda quiet back there." Damiano asked as he sat in the driver's seat and buckled up his seatbelt.

He watched worridly as you toyed with your wedding ring. Twisting the band around your finger, not daring to make eye contact with Damiano.

"Did you hate me in high school?" You asked, biting at your lip, finally looking at him.

Damiano's eyes widened. "Where did you come up with that?"

You shook your head. "Belle was shocked that we're still together. She was saying she thought our relationship was a stunt for Måneskin press. Like, it was shocking because you hated me in highschool."

Damiano grabbed your hand across the center console of the car. "Okay, there was a time where I did shit talk you. After that talent show sophomore year." He giggled. "It was nothing serious, darling, I promise. For real, I was just so jealous of you and your talent! You commanded the whole stage by yourself! I was in awe, at the end of the day."

You shook your head, your eyebrows creasing together. "You shit talked me sophomore year to Belle because you were jealous, and then that next semester you asked to sing with me?"

"Yes!" Damiano laughed. "It took me the entire winter break to get over the jealousy and gain the courage to ask you to come over that afternoon!"

You started laughing and shaking your head. "Well, now that we're married, I'm glad that you didn't ever actually hate me!"

Damiano shook his head as well, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Never, I was just always jealous."

He turned away and put the car in gear, beginning to drive back home.

"Rumor has it, though..." He glimpsed at you as he drove through a green light. "I'm still pretty jealous of you and your talent."