Breaking The Façade

Breaking The Ice

sooooo here's the first chapter, I hope y'all enjoy it. :)

Breaking The Ice

David Ethan Amorosi is one devil of a man. He came tumbling in my life in the form of an awkward 13-year-old just hitting puberty. With our families being close, it felt as if I grew up around him. Our parents would always plan playdates when we were young, but they never end up happening.

Besides, our parents always went out to outing without us.

I would hear endless stories about him from his mother and in those stories, and I felt like I knew him, we just haven't met yet. It wasn't until my 12th birthday that I got to meet the famous David Amorosi.

Twelve years existing on earth was an exciting moment for me. I was only a year away from being an official teen. My family needed a reason to throw a big party.  For my twelveth birthday, my mom planned a big shebang. More than 200 people showed up, half of them being my relatives on both sides of the family and our neighbours. My friends from school were also there, as well as some of my teachers. But I was anticipating someone special to come. My mother has told me that the Amorosi's were coming. All of the Amorosi's. If I wasn't freaking out before, I'm freaking out now.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down. It's okay; it's okay, I chanted in my head. It's only David Amorosi. No matter how much I chanted it in my head, I couldn't get over the fact that David Amorosi is going to be at my party.

"Honey, they're here!" My mom announced. Taking a deep breath, I flattened the non-existing wrinkles on my dress and put on my best smile. I walked out of the kitchen to meet my parents at the door. Before today, I have always imagined what his appearance would be. I imagined David to be taller than me, have black hair like his mom and green eyes like his dad. I imagined his voice would be smooth as silk and have the most dashing smile any 13-year-old could have, the cookie-cutter heart breaker. Reaching my parents, I first saw Mr. Brady and Mrs. Samantha Amorosi.

"Hello, thank you for coming," I said quietly. Mrs. Amorosi immediately crushed me onto her body.

"Happy birthday, my dear." She finally let go of me but still kept her hands on my shoulders. Mr. Amorosi took a more subtle approach and shook my hand while greeting me a happy birthday.

"Thanks, Tita Sam, Tito Brad." I smiled wildly at them while they handed me gifts. Handing them over to my parents, I thanked them again and turned to face the boy that is hiding behind his mom. He had curly brown hair that reached his brown eyes. He stood tall to my 5'3 frame, standing at 5'6 to be exact. He wore a dress shirt with khaki pants contrasting to his pale complexion. He was lean like the meat I put in my sandwiches. Following my eyes, Aunty Sam cleared her throat. "Florence, this is our son David Ethan Amorosi."

"H-Hi." He greeted. "It's finally nice to meet you." His prepubescent voice cracking. "I heard a lot about you... uhm, Happy Birthday." He cleared his throat. Smiling sheepishly, he brought his head down in embarrassment with his cheeks painted pink.

"Um, thank you." I slyly replied. Feeling the tension in the air, our parents decided to let us mingle and get to know each other. Dear God, I'm not ready for that such thing yet.

"So you're the famous David everyone is talking about, huh? You're not what I imagined you to be." I examined him, silently, absorbing his looks into my brain. He looked like a shy kid. Not the heartbreaker I was imagining.

"You're not as beautiful as they say you are." He said. In an instant, the assumptions of him being a shy and charming guy just flew out the door. He is, for sure, what I have imagined him to be. Looking at his face, he carried a small smirk that made me very irritated. On impulse, I slap his smirk away.

"That was very rude, Mr. Amorosi. Never tell a girl she is not beautiful." I tried my best to keep my composure and not completely explode on this prick. Who the hell does he think he is?

"Ow. What the hell was that for?" He rubbed his cheek, making his red cheek go a shade darker. He shot me a glare.

"That's for being a prick." I crossed my arms and huffed. Rolling his eyes, he brushed past me to take a good look at my house.

"You've got a nice place." I had to agree with him. My parents invested a lot of time and money building this house. A grand three-story home with marble floors that were so polished, you could see your reflection like you were staring straight into a mirror. My mother being the ever so exquisite lady she was, made sure the house was done right to the very last square foot. It was a year and a half after they started building were we only able to move in.

"Thanks. It's my favourite house we've lived in." Before this home, my parents and I have moved four times, trying to find the perfect house in the ideal area. Nothing sparked our initiative to stay at any of our previous homes, so my parents decided to take action and build our dream home.

"How many rooms do you guys have? Bathrooms, bedrooms and all." He asked, walking around the foyer.

"Four bedrooms, six bathrooms, a movie room and a dance studio for me." I glared at him as he touched one of my mom's expensive vases.

"A dance studio, eh? So you dance?"

"No, I use the dance studio to kill people." He whipped his head to look me in the eye. Surprise filled his eyes then recognition.

"No need to be sarcastic, Florence."

"Your stupid question gave me the opportunity, so I took it." I shrugged and held my glare.

My mother came back to where we were and offered David a drink. Taking a sip of his orange juice, he stared me in the eyes, trying to seize up to me. Not wanting to seem intimidating, I kept on glaring at him as my life depended on it.

"This is going to be a long night."

Yes, it is David, yes it is.