True love is not the number of kisses, or how often you get them, true love is the feeling that still lingers long after the kiss is over ❦
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❦Simon Reed, she's stubborn, sassy, unkind as people would say, no one has ever gotten close enough to fin...
Me and Matteo had been talking and hanging out as much as we possibly could. I really enjoyed hanging out with him. He told me about his dreams, hobbies and favorite things. Everything about this week had been enjoyable. But tomorrow I would leave, I didn't even know if I could return.
Matteo and I decided to have a sleepover on the couch, we have been for the entire week.
Matteo picked a movie and we sat and watched. The movie was awfully boring be he seemed to enjoy it. My mind was elsewhere.
Miles was extremely good looking but his personality was terrible, he lacked it. It's like he was a stone wall. He definitely was charming but he needed a personality.
I guess maybe that's just how he was. "Simon are you listening?" Matteo asked. "Sorry repeat that again" he sighed.
"I'm going to bed" he said again, he grabbed the remote and brought it closer to me; "okay goodnight Matteo" I said. I turned off the tv and grabbed some blankets off the floor. This room was a mess considering we have been here for a week.
I slowly drifted off into the darkness. I was really praying that tomorrow would go well.
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I woke up around 10am. I've never been one to wake up early, I guess the stress woke me up. I sighed, looking down at the floor where Matteo laid last night, he was missing.
He probably got up earlier. More training I guess. I folded all of the blankets and picked up the pillows; not long after one of the maids came in to help me clean every up. I was very appreciative.
I ate breakfast with Giana and Sergio, still no sign of Matteo. We had pancakes and bacon. Me and Giana talked and she promised to help me packed after we ate. Sergio had gotten a phone call and had left, leaving me and Giana to talk alone.
After we had finally finished eating, talking, laughing and much more we helped the maids clean up. Giana was much like me, she didn't like others doing things for her. I found it rude to make a person, whom has a life of their own to do your work. You have arms and legs, do it yourself.
Giana and I walked up the stairs and into my room, we talked the entire way up. I grabbed a bag from my closet and placed it on my bed. "This should work" i said. Giana nodded. "What about this shirt?" She asked.
Not long after we had almost finished Matteo walked in. " I knew I heard you too" he laughed. He shut the door behind him, walking over to my messy bed and taking a seat wherever there wasn't clothes placed on.
"Wanna help?" I asked Matteo hopefully.
He just shook his head, "no thanks, I like watching you too struggle" he smirked; I rolled my eyes. "You're annoying" i claimed. "Can you even spell annoying?" He raised a eyebrow, I rolled my eyes once more. "Shut up" I pushed him off the bed.
"Ouch" he said getting up from the floor, Giana and I laughed as he dusted himself off. "Will you too cut it out and help with the packing" Giana asked.
