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"I watched it burn again"
    "Yo! Can you believe we have to do all this work for Professor Chang!"

    Kookie frowned and held onto his bags. This ride was going to be long with all of his complaining.

    "Kookie sweetie. All five us have that work to do. I can help you"

    Naomi was like our mother honestly. Bun was knocked out in the backseat of the camper, his blue hair messed up to the max. My older brother Taomin was driving us to some place. He dragged us all the way out to Italy and then forced us into a camper. He said it would be relaxing. But then our professor gave us all this homework. It already felt like this was going to suck ass.

    "We're here!" I heard my brother yell out as he came to a sharp stop. Throwing Kookie out of their seat as if it was a punishment for complaining.
   
    "That was so not fair," They winced and laid on the floor of the camper. Naomi and I giggled our asses off at them.

    "Hope it burns," Taomin looked back, "you big baby."

    Naomi and I finally calmed down and I decided to check the time. It was about 5 pm in Italy.
   
    "We have a sweet nonna to meet and her family is coming over later. Behave yourselves. Girls.." I looked at Naomi.
    "She needs to behave herself. I just got out of a nasty relationship and need a break."
    I contemplated this breakup trip. My brother told me I needed it. Apparently it would mend my broken heart. The fresh hills of Italy.
I step out of the camper and take a deep breath. It smelled like honey and white wine. I kind of adored this place. The house was decently sized and had a god like man outside of it. Now I understand why he told me to behave myself.

    "Taomin, Is her family here already?" He smiled deviously "Hm...? Did I say she. Well, I meant a he." Kookie walked back into the camper giggling and Naomi had a look of shock plastered onto her face.

    "You brought us into the middle of Italy with some random man?"

    "No, He was a foreign exchange student in the art department. If you guys would stop the idiotic way ya'll are acting we could get a move on it and meet the rest. By the way. Nonna only visits for the espresso." He winked and flicked his wrist.

    We walked a little bit closer and I could feel his gaze on me. It felt like trying to light a stubborn match. It just wouldn't ignite. You would try over and over again. It felt like an eternity before we got to the house. Our eyes met. His icy blue eyes hid something behind them. A fire needing that match to ignite. I could feel his gaze throughout my bones. Shook me to the core. My fire was trying to ignite. I could feel it.
    Then he spoke, "these are your friends? You've got a really nice bunch here. I'm guessing the camper is for you guys to stay in?" It struck the right match. His accent sent me to heaven and back. That's when i realized we left Bun asleep.

     The camper door whipped open and a disgruntled boy popped out "You guys seriously left me all alone!" He ran up the hill and put his hands on his knees in exhaustion.
   
    "I knew you said there were five." He chuckled at the way Buns' exaggerations. "Anyways, I'm Luci. Let's not ask about my full name. It's not too pretty." His little introduction taught me a lot about himself. We both thought Buns antics were hilarious and we both disliked our names. It sparked.

    He led us into the house. The decor reminded me of my old Pinterest board. The paintings covering the wall accented the chalky green.  The wooden floors were newly polished and the scent of vanilla wafted throughout the air. "I hope you guys can enjoy yourselves here." Taomin looked over at me. "I think we will enjoy ourselves quite well." We both knew it well. He seen his gaze on me and the way I took in his voice.

    Kookie, Naomi, Bun and my dearest brother left us to fix refreshments. Alone. Of course I said I would help thinking they would be here too. My brother said he would stay but he got a "phone call". I seen that sly trick him and Naomi pulled.

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