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𝐈𝐈. 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

In my pink sweat pants and sweater I kick against my suitcase, waiting for my parents. It fifteen minutes past six in the morning and I already hate my life. Bags are under my eyes, and I just yawned for the third time this minute. Damiano and his parents are late, and my parents keep calling them to know where they are. "Chia, they are waiting at the starbucks, are you coming", my mother tells me, and sighing deep I follow my parents towards the cafe. "Bianca! Alessandro!", my mother yells, when we see the David family. How can she be so happy when it's so early in the morning.

I quickly make eye contact with Damiano, who doesn't even give me I smile, so I refuse to be nice to him too. While my parents are load talking with Bianca and Alessandro, I grab my phone, and plug my airpods in my ears. "Chiara, don't be so rude!", my mother snaps, and grabs my arm, before I push her away. "Leave it, Alia, she is probably tired", Bianca says, towards my mother, and I smile at Damiano his mother. "Guys, why don't we go, or we'll miss our flight", my dad says, annoyingly happy. "Our flight it in two hours, Lorenzo", Damiano his dad giggles.

Before we get into the plane, out parents had a great idea about having breakfast at the airport together. Quiet, I eat my salmon sandwich, and Damiano his chicken sandwich. We both stare at our phone, while our parents are load talking and laughing about stupid jokes. "Why don't you guys go get some candy and magazines together for on the plane", my dad says, knowing he is bullying me right now. "Please no", the singer next to me says, not even looking up from his phone. "Indead dad, please no", I give the singer a I-hate-you face, and turn my face back to my phone.

"You guys should really learn to get along with each other, other wise this is about to be a really long holiday", my mother says, kicking against my knee under the table. "I'd rather die, than talk to this loser", I mumble, getting up, and walking to the nearest shop which sales candy and magazines. The question why me and Damiano were even forced to come with out parents on vacation runs through my head. I mean we are nineteen and twenty, aren't we old enough to just not come with them.

"Our plane leaves in twenty minutes, are you coming Chiara", my mother her voice echoes through the store, and with the candy and magazines I bought, I run after my mother towards gate 3, towards Miami airport. "Listen to me Chiara, I don't want a respond on this, but you are going to behave, or you'll be in your room during the whole three weeks", my mother whisper-snaps towards me. "I'd love to", I free myself out of her arms, and follow my dad towards the plane.

"You guys sit here", Alessandro says, pointing at two free chairs at the back of the plane. As soon as I sit down next to Damiano, I close my eyes and plug in my airpods again. I don't even follow the messages the pilot and the flight attendants have for everyone, I just wish these twelve hours and fifty five minutes will be over very soon. "Can you remove your arm?!", Damiano snaps, pushing my arm away. "That's still my space, loser", I mutter, placing my arm back at the same spot, turning my music so load, I'm not able to hear anything.

"Wake up asshole, you're in my way", Damiano's voice wakes me up and I carefully open my eyes. To my surprise we are on the ground, and everyone is already trying to get off the plane. "Calm down! You're acting like a toddler", I mumble, and stand up. The hatch opened and I can grab my hand luggage to get out of this place as quickly as possible. "Chiara! We're here!" Bianca yells at me as I am one of the last to get off the plane. "Miami is beautiful", my mother looks around, but there is actually not much to see of the city.

"Aren't we going to leave the airport?", Damiano asks, making annoying noises with his feet against his suitcase. Our parents are busy staring at their phones, load discussing about something. "Yes! But there maybe is something we should tell", Allesandro start, but my dad takes it over. "Unfortunately we were a little late with booking the hotel, so we were only able to take three rooms", my dad says, and all the four humans look at us, and I already know what my dad means. "So I have to share a room with...her?!", Damiano asks, but he knows the answer already. His mother and mine nod softly and I kick against my suitcase.

"Che cazzo! Mama ti prego no no no!", I shout through the airport, and also Damiano is starting to get angry. "No! I'm not sharing a room with that", with a disgusted face he looks at me. "Oh and you think I like it so much", I shove the singer my middle finger, before walking towards my parents. "Mama, Papa, ti prego, ti prego, ti prego. Please let me sleep in your room", I look hopeful in my parents and they both not emotionless. "Chiara, Damiano, this would be a great opportunity to try to get along with each other", Damiano his dad speaks, and I just turn myself around, walking towards, I have no idea. "Chiara! come back now!", my dad yells me back, and I turn around, again.

"I cannot spend a whole month with this asshole in a room, what if he starts jerking off in the middle of the night", I snap, and Damiano gives me a deadly stare. And my parents, and his, everyone swallows. "And what if starts having hot dreams about someone, and talks in her sleep", Damiano says, grinning. "Enough!", my mother yells, and I look shocked at the women in front of me. "You guys are not going to ruin our vacation, try to find a way to make this work", my mother walks through me away, seeming really upset. I swallow and look at my dad, Bianca and Alessandro. "See, thanks for this amazing first day guys", Bianca says, and I swallow again.  

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ouch, what a bitches are they both.