Marco's pov
I went to see Matilda. I was in front of her house waiting for her. She came out after probably 30 minutes.
" Finally, you took forever." I said
" Oh, my bad." She said sarcastically
" So get in, queen." I opened the door for her
She smiled and got in," Thank you."
I winked at her and walked the driver seat. I started the car and head to San Francisco.
Her car broke down, and I insisted on taking her to her meeting in San Francisco. Don't get me wrong, we are friends and she helped me with my problem; my brother, Levio, and now with my anger. She is a good therapist so it's nice to return some of it.
" So 5 hours and 30 minutes multiplied by 2. It's 11 hours. Now, it's 3pm, we will be there at 8:30pm and my meeting at 9pm, so good." She said, looking at the google map
" Trust me, you will be on time." I said with a chuckle
" Did you get a babysitter for your brother?"
" He is 16, he can take care of himself and Luke and Tatiana there. Also, my friends will go and check on him. He will be fine."
" You didn't tell him?" She asked
" No."
" You should tell him."
" Please take my phone and text him, I'm driving." I told her
" What's your password ?" She said confused
" I didn't change it, M2205M," I said, turning the crossroads
She looked at me with her big beautiful eyes. It's the day when we said I love you to each other the first time, M for Marco and M for Matilda, we agreed to put the same password.
" Why didn't you change it?" She asked
" I couldn't find one better." I replied, knowing
She opened the phone and texted him
M: Lil bro, I won't be home for a while, I'm going to San Francisco.
P: How many days you'll be there?
M: Tomorrow I'll be home. Stay home, stay safe.
P: Okay, take care.
M: Don't miss the dinner.
P: I won't.
" He has a nice character."
" I hope you didn't say any affectionate words."
"Why?"
" Because I don't do such things, and I don't like to change my image in his mind. I'm a rough person."
" Ow, you are not." She said sweetly
" No, I am."
" Believe what you want but I know what is inside."
I shut my mouth. I don't want to protest let her be and think what she wants.
3 hours and a half hours later, I stopped to take some rest. We went to a little restaurant on our way. Here they make a delicious pizza.
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My Severe Brother
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