the line between love and hate » 𝐃.𝐃.

𝐕𝐈. 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Today I will stay in bed, pretending to be dead. It's never been this awkward between me and Damiano and I just want to go home. "Chiara! Your mom called, she wants you to come out of your bed", from the balcony I hear Damiano shouting at me. Ignoring won't help, so I hide under the sheets. "I'm dead", I shout back, and grab my ipad from the night stands. "Chiara, get over it! And call your mom back", he rips the bedsheets off of me, trowing me my phone. "How am I supposed to get over it?", I snap, running off to the balcony. "It was nothing Chia", he yells back and I plug my airpods in my ears, turning on the sound on the highest volume.

"Chia, open the door, and let me talk", a few kicks against the door, and I open the door, without looking at the singer. "Go fuck yourself asshole", I snap at him, when he sits down next to me. "Gosh Chia shut up! Why are you acting this way", she snaps and grabs the airpods out of my ears. "It's not like we were best friends before we almost fucked". After I shouted, he swallowed, but said nothing. I run inside, and see new messages on Damiano his phone.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the singer still sitting on the balcony, and I grab his phone. The messages are from the group app he has with Victoria, Thomas and Ethan. I know I'm not allowed to open messages on someone else's phone, but I hate him, and I have nothing to lose.

"You guys did what?!"

"But WHY?!!!!???!?!?!?"

"You are kidding, you guys hate each other"

These were the messages after Damiano texted them what happened yesterday. "Chiara! Why are you on my phone?", I wide-eye, when Damiano comes inside. "Nothing", I throw his phone away, running off to the bathroom. Before I can open the bathroom door, Damiano grabs my arm and pulls me toward him. "Listen to me, Chia", he whispered, giving me a deadly stare. "Let me go", I order, whishing I could die right now. "I'll make your life worse", he claimed, squeezing in my arm, leaving red marks in it.

"You already did", I mumbled, looking at his lips. The urge to kiss him became bigger, but my hate for him too. "I'll make it only worse for you", he stared at me, or actually at my lips, I can feel it. "I hate you, Damiano", I started, swallowing. "I hate you more, Chia", he muttered, before grabbing my hips, pressing his lips on mine. This is wrong, so wrong, but it feels so right, so fucking right. The singer his lips were warm, and his hand were pressing into my hips. My arms wrap themselves around his neck, and I mess with his hair.

"We shouldn't have done that", I whisper, before running to little kitchen, making myself a warm cup of tea. "That was for saying you hate me", he said, slamming the door, and then, nothing, it's quiet. My phone rings three times, and to my surprise it says Ethan, with two middle finger emojis behind it. Shall I pick up? But the main question is why is this sucker calling me. "Ethan, long time no talk", with a cold tone in my voice I pick up the phone. "We need to talk," the drummer says, in a serious way. "What happened between you and Damiano?", he asks.

where does he get the nerve to attack me like that? He hasn't talked to me in two years. And after a friendship of four years, he dropped me like a rock. "Ethan, I don't feel like talking to you, and what is going on between me and Damiano is none of your business, goodbye Ethan", I pick up, and scream six times in my pillow. I grab my phone, and turn on my music box. The first song that appears in my playlist is 'vent'anni', which makes me chuckle, what a coincidence.

D A M I A N O:

Why did I do that? Why did I kissed her? I hate her, and I should not have done that. But every time she looks right into my soul, and I just want to kiss her, and even more. I sit on the bench in the lobby of the hotel, staring at all the people who come in and go out of the doors. "What is going on son?", my dad sits down next to me. "Nothing", I snap at him, "I'm sorry dad", I hide my hands in my face. "Is it Chiara?", he asks, and I choke in my own spit. "I hate her", I mumble, and my dad chuckles.

I light myself a cigarette when I enter out balcony. I hear Chiara showering, and no, I'm not thinking about stepping in, and finishing what we started yesterday. Or maybe I am.  

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this part is really bad guys, I'm sorry