"I'd rather walk with you in the dark, than alone in the light"
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Jac and I have the 10th sleepover this month, his brother and my sister are in a band together. While Damiano and Victoria and the other band members Thomas and Ethan are on tour I stay with Jacopo. Jac and I are best friends since I was born. He is 3 years older than me, he is like a big brother to me. Victoria is my sister, and I live with her in the same appartment, so I see the band many times a week. I'm are great friends with Ethan, Thomas and Jac's little bro Damiano, but Jac always stays my number one. I'm turning 21 in 3 months, I work parttime at a cafe. I've always hated school so I did not went to collage, it doesn't bother me at all
"Amelie, where are you thinking about?", Jac throws a pillow in my face. I wake up from my thoughts. The guy next to me yawns. "are you tired?", I laughs and slap the pillow back to his face. His face lights up, I see he gets an idea. "We should go out, we haven't done that since you were like 18 or something". I sigh really deep and hide my head under the pillow.
I hate going out. He knows it. When we were 16 and 19 we used to go out every day. But people kept asking if we were together and it was just annoying. "No please", he takes my hand and walks to my suitcase. It lies unopened on the floor of the room.
"This dress is sexy", he grabs an red little dress out of my suitcase and throws it at me. I sigh deeply. "Put on", he looks in my eyes and I give him a middle finger.
In the red dress I look at myself in the mirror. "No, I'm not going out in this dress", I give my best friend the holy finger again and her slaps my ass. "We are going out, now". I sigh deeply again. I have no idea why I let my best friend decide everything we do.
"I really hate you, you know that", we walk trough the streets of Rome, I feel like a slut. I try to make sure you don't see my ass. Jac makes fun of me. He laughs so hard. "You look hot, There are definitely gonna be guys who want you kiss you", He laughs so hard. The red dress is so ugly. I have no idea how that came into my suitcase. "I hate it, can we go home". I try to turn around but Jacopo stops me.
"No, we're going into this club", he points at a club, there are so many people in the club. "You want a drink?", Jac asks me while I stand grumpy at the bar. I look mad at him, "Gimme some good alcohol", he looks shocked at me. "I don't know you this way, bestie", I smile and he gives me a full vodka shot. I throw the whole shot into my troat.
A half hour later I'm drunk. I dance like a slut on the dancefloor. Jac dances with me. I close my eyes. Jacopo is also drunk. He holds my tighs while we dance. "Wanna take another shot?", I nod at my friend and he walks away. I continue dancing in my own. "Hey what are you doing here alone?", a guys steps into me and I look at him. I'm too drunk to say something and start to dance with this guy.
I pull my arms around him and he holds my hips. He starts kissing me, the first seconds I kiss him back. I push him away. "Come on babe, you want it too", I try to walk away, but he grabs my body. "Let go of me", I slep him in his face. "Don't play rough babe".
Jac comes back with two shots of vodka. He sees that this guy is bothering me. "Hey get the fuck away from her", He pushes the man away. "Who are you, her boyfriend?", the man pushes Jac. I wait in the back. "No, but I'm her best friend", the man laughs.
"We go, right now", Jac takes my arm after he started a fight with the guy. The manager from the bar kicked us out.
"See, this is what happens when we go out", I open the door to Jac's appartment and he falls on the bed. I look annoyed at him and take off this ugly dress, "Come on, it was fun", He laughs, he is way too drunk.
RING RING, it's my phone. I sigh, it's my sister Victoria. "It's Vic, I have to take this", I see my friend throw up in the toilet. "Hey sis, how are you?", I hear a lot of people in the background. "Hey, I'm ok how are you?", I walk to the balcony and light a cigarette. "Jac and I go out for the first time in years and he picks a fight, so they kicked us out", I hear my sister laugh while the smoke out of my mouth disappears in the dark sky. "Assholes", she laughs and I hear her say something to Damiano. "But why do you call?", I ask while my lungs fill themselves with smoke. "Are you smoking, I thought you stopped?", my sister sounds annoyed. I sigh, she is not my mom. "I did, past tense, but why are you calling", I start to get a bit annoyed. My sister thinks she can take control over me, just because she is 13 months older.
"Just to ask how you was, we will be back tomorrow morning, our flight is tonight. Bye sis", I sigh. luckily she did not start a talk about my health. "Ciao Vic".
"I thought you stopped smoking?", I turn around and see Jac, he also lights a cigarette. I ignore him annoyed. "You still do it, why should I stop and you don't", I throw my last one away and light a new cigarette. "Because I'm older, and you said you'd stop, I did not". I know smoking is bad and not cool at all, but they all should stop saying things like this. "It's my choice, my life so stop trying to control my life, like everyone else".
I let myself fall on the bed, I open my phone. I have messages from Damiano, which is a bit weird cuz we normally never tekst each other.
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DaMiAnO
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DaMiAnO: hey, vic said you was annoyed. Why?
U: ugh, just everyone EVERYONE in this whole family smokes, and everyone is mad because I do, It's just pathetic.
DaMiAnO: I get u, but Vic is just worried, were you and my brother kicked out of a club????
U: AHAHHAHA yea...
DaMiAnO: WHAT HAPPENED?
U: well, there was a super annoying man who tried to kiss me and stuff, Jac picked a fight with him so yea and then we got kicked out.
DaMiAnO: omg Jac the superhero
U: AHHAHA yea definitely
U: I'm gonna sleep, Buona Notte
DaMiAnO: Buona Notte
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