☾ request four

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I lay between Elio & Oliver on the bed, shuffling.
Elio clicks his tongue, "Quit moving around so much!" he complains.

"Sorry." I say, adjusting my body just one more time. I don't know why we're laying in the same bed, but we are. Oliver's practically hanging off.

"What's the plan for tonight?" Oliver asks us both "I want to go out and do something."

"You always want to go out." Elio comments.

"And what's wrong with that?" he responds.

Elio sits up on his elbows and looks at him.

"Some of us are homebodies," he says, looking at me now, "and riddled with anxiety."

I throw a light punch to his shoulder and he lays back down. I would love to go out, especially with them. But it's not only anxiety that keeps me from doing so, it's my insecurity.

Italy is beautiful. So are its people, especially the women. An American face, body and personality here makes you stick out amongst Italy's natural-residents, but not in a good way.

"Excuses, excuses." Oliver sighs and rests his hands behind his head.

"Why don't we go out, y/n? It beats sitting in here, reading the same books for the hundredth time like we do every summer." Elio says with a sudden change of heart.

"Exactly!" Oliver chimes.

"Remind me of what's wrong with reading the same books for the hundredth time, Elio." I say.

"It's boring."

I roll my eyes and sit up. "If you two want to go out so bad, then just go."

Oliver sits up too, knocking my right elbow. "And what seems to have crawled up your ass?"

Elio sits up, knocking my left elbow. "Probably one of the beetles from Mafalda's garden." he jokes and they both chuckle. I'm not amused.

"What's wrong?" Elio asks.

"Nothing." I shake my head.

"Come on." Oliver bumps my shoulder.

"It's nothing." I repeat.

"You can be honest with us." Elio reminds.

I sigh and look between them. "I don't like going out, I feel..I don't know. Out of place? There's too many beautiful people here and I just don't feel good when I'm around them all."

They both "aww" and wrap their arms around me, getting us into some weird tangle. "Don't feel that way," Oliver says "you're beautiful."

"Yeah, you're beautiful." Elio agrees.

"You guys are just saying that because we're best friends." I say as they rest their chins on each one of my shoulders.

"No, we're not." they say at the same time and we all break into laughter.

"You shouldn't feel that way about yourself, y/n, you really are beautiful.." Elio says.

"Right," Oliver says "shit, if I wasn't with Elio and I didn't know you the way that I do, I'd be trying to get with you all the time."

"Oh really?" Elio asks, attitude in his voice.

"Really." Oliver says anyway.

"Point is," Elio says "you shouldn't let your looks define you. You deserve to go out and feel good, don't let them hold you back from doing that."

"I guess." I sigh. It's not that I don't appreciate the compliments and pep-talk, it just doesn't help change the way I see myself and how I feel.

Elio pushes a finger to one of my ribs, making me slap his hand away. "Come on." He pushes on it again and I slip out a laugh. "Stop it." I say.

Oliver pushes a rib of mine on the other side with his finger. "Oh, does that tickle?" he smirks as I slip out another laugh.

"No." I say sternly and hold their hands down by their wrists and they take their chins off me.

"I think it does." Elio smiles at Oliver. And then suddenly I'm getting attacked by tickles on my rib cage and stomach.

"Stop it!" I laugh "Stop!" I say, trying to get their hands off of me and kick my feet on the bed.

"Then say you'll go out with us tonight." Oliver says. I try to get my words out, but I'm running out of breath at this point.

"Fine! Fine! I'll go out!" I spit, finally feeling their hands come off me.

"Good." Oliver hops off the bed.

Elio gets off too, standing with his hands rested on his hips. "Now lets get all of our hot asses out to town for everyone to see." he says.

They both hold out their hands for me to take. I smile, taking them and get off the bed.

They hang their arms around me, I walk between them out of the room, getting our said 'hot asses' out of the house for a night of fun.

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