(Guns Implore Disaster Tretalogy) (GIDT)
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What do you do if your whole life got turned upside down right in front of you, but you couldn't see it.
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"I'm-"
"I said don't."
"Come on, I'm-"
"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN YELL AT ME AND NOT GET...
The next morning was brighter than ever waking me up slowly but surly. I slightly open my eyes looking towards the sun shining over the horizon. After a few seconds I rub my eyes to clear my vision, as I do I feel like I'm laying on something shockingly solid yet comfortable. I look up to the headboard of the bed and see him smirking.
"What are you smirking at?" She says a she rolls her eyes at him and gets up off of him. "Don't let it get to your head."
She heads to the bathroom, closes the door and lets out a sigh of relief. She then proceeds to go give her face a rinse after it suddenly grows red and hot, once she is ok to go out there again she does so to get a change of clothes to get dressed but before she does that she decides to have a shower first.
As I'm about to get out of the shower I hear the door open and he walks in.
"What are you doing? Get the fuck out of here."
"No you're taking too long."
"GET OUT NOW!!"
"Alright." He says while also whispering under his breath 'your even sexy when you're bossy' closing the door behind him.
I preceded to dry off and get dressed as quickly as possible before I have the uninvited guest walk in on me again, heaven forbid I need the embarrassment to come back right now, while I'm stuck in Italy alone with him and his somewhat hidden advances towards me.
In the late afternoon we decided to go out for dinner but little did I know we were headed somewhere after that, me wondering why I had to wear this dress...
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I feel like I might be a little over dressed for just dinner, all I know is that he said we were going out for a while and I had to wear this.
It took forever to get to the restaurant so every few minutes I'd ask...
"When will we get there? If it's not soon, I'll die of boredom."
"Ask one more time and it won't be boredom that kills you."
"When will we get th-"
"Don't test me."
"Ok."
"That's what I thought."
Later we arrive and head into the place to eat before he takes me somewhere else that apparently might be fancier than the restaurant we were about to eat at. When we walk in we are seated right away. I'm guessing that he's done this trip to Italy before, a couple of times. I pay no mind to it and just follow the waitress to our seat. This place was practically empty except for a few other tables. This is probably the most expensive and exclusive restaurant of possibly many others in Italy.
"Where are we going after this?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out." He says while bopping my nose.
