Unexpected love / Damiano x Victoria

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I'm so grateful for Damiano. I have never felt so loved by anyone except my parents and siblings.

The night was wonderful and we haven't slept at all. Right now we are sitting in the car on the way back to the Måneskin house.

I watch Damiano closely while he drives. His lips that are moving while he sings to «prisoner» by Miley Cyrus and his big veiny hands placed on the steering wheel.

«What are you looking at, tesoro?», he looks at me with a grin before turning his gaze back on the road. I put my hand on his and stroke my thumb over his knuckles.

«You», I continue to admire Damiano until my phone rings. Mom. That was a long time ago. I pick up.

«Victoria, dear, how are you?», my mom's voice makes me smile like an idiot. We talk so rarely because both of us are busy with ours, but once we have time we talk for hours, laughing and have a good time together over the phone.

«Mom, it's so nice to hear from you. I'm fine. Damiano and I are on our way back after a little get-away. How are you and dad?», I ask as I look at Damiano begging me to give him my phone. He loves my parents.

«We're good. We wonder so badly when you come home to visit us? We miss you a lot», her voice cracks. A feeling of bad conscience flows over me.

I sigh and stare at the damiano who is driving peacefully. «Very soon. I promise», I'm trying to sound positive. The truth is, I don't know when. We have so many assignments ahead of us.

«You can bring your friends, or come alone. They're always welcome here», I feel I can see her smile through the phone. I smile and look over at Damiano again.

«They would love to. I can tell you when we have some days off», I say.

Me and my mom talk for a while. Damiano also gets the chance to say hello after he hit me enough times that I couldn't take it anymore. After a while I hang up and we continue on our way home.

- Back home -

From the living room we hear laughter as soon as we enter. It's Ethan, Thomas and definitely a girl. I look questioningly at Damiano and walk into the living room to check before I do anything else.

My heart stops when I see who's sitting there. I can only see the back of her, but it's enough to see who it is.

«What the fuck is she doing here?», I shout. My voice is hoarse and I struggle to breathe properly. The three of them turns abruptly and looks straight at me who stands with a pissed expression on my face.

Ethan bites his lip and sighs heavily. «Vic, I'm sorry, she j-», he begins, but I interrupt.

«Shut up», I say and walk towards Giorgia. «Can't you just stay away from us? We don't want anything more to do with you, don't you understand that? You and Damiano are done, and you have to accept that», I continue. I'm trying to muffle my voice, but everything about her irritates me.

Damiano comes walking into the living room. I see that he's as shocked as I am. Impatiently I stand waiting for an answer from Giorgia who just sits there and looks at me.

«You know he doesn't like you, right?», she sends me a sarcastic smile.

I laugh in disbelief. «Really? Do you want me to believe you? His ex?», I smile sarcastically back at her and I turn back to look at Damiano who is pale.

«Should I tell her, Damiano?», Giorgia has now risen from the sofa. Damiano wrinkles his eyebrows. I do the same and look between the two of them.

«I'm so confused right now. What is going on? I come home to my best friends laughing with the girl I hate the most in this world and now there's something you Damiano obviously haven't told me», my hands have started to tremble and I noticed that my words come out much faster than usual.

«I don't know what she's talking about, bella», he shake his head slowly at Giorgia. I narrow my eyes. There's something he doesn't want me to know. I can tell on his face.

«Yes, you know. Don't you remember everything you have said about her?», she asks him sweetly. A lump grows in my throat and a nasty feeling appears in my stomach.

I have so many questions. Has he talked about me behind my back?

«Damiano, be completely honest with me. What is she talking about?», my gaze glides over at the despairing boy. Sweat runs down my hands. I wipe it off my pants.

«I don-», his voice is shaking and he doesn't have time to say anything until Giorgia breaks in.

«He told me that you're annoying, selfish and that you generally think TOO well about yourself», Giorgia laughs a short laugh just as if she thinks it's funny.

I swallow. The lump that was in my throat from before has grown. It feels like it's suffocating me, and I hate it.

«You did what?», I turn my head towards Damiano and look at him with teary eyes. His face is even paler than just a few minutes ago and his lips are dry. I swallow once more.

Why does he always mess things up?