Roommates and Lovers - Bucciarati team x Reader

7.

there are some dark topics towards midway to the end of the chapter (suicide) so don't read the end if you're not comfortable with that. your mentality is more important than a fanfic.

You sifted through your closet, looking for something nice but not too nice. You grabbed a nice black dress that seemed good enough for a simple dinner. You slipped it on, looking at yourself, "Yeah this seems fine," You said to yourself. It was 4:30 now and Formaggio would be here soon for you, you sighed a little, unsure how this would go over with everyone. You grabbed a small golden chain, slipping it on, you fixed your hair a little, making it look a little nicer. "Y/N?" You turned quickly as Trish opened the door, "Oh my, are you going somewhere?" You nodded, "Don't tell them. I don't want them to know yet," You said, sitting on your bed, "I'm going to dinner with some friends-" "It's that guy right, the one that always walks you home?" "Are you upset with me?" She shook her head, "I'm happy for you Y/N, you seem to trust him and I trust you. You're a grown woman, you can be with who you want," Trish said with a smile, "Where are you two going?" "Oh it us and some of his friends, a new restaurant opened where they live and he asked if I wanted to come with to try it." "Oo! Sounds fun!" You both looked at the door to a knock, "Trish? Is Y/N in there?" Bruno asked, not opening it. "Um.. Yes! But she doesn't want to see anyone right now." "Oh okay, well tell her to answer her phone at somepoint when she can." You both heard him leave, you sighed a little, "I don't think any of the guys like him," You commented, "I think they're just protective, of you, you're like their little sister. Especially Bruno," She replied with a smile. Especially Bruno? You tried to smile, "Yeah probably, I think I'm thinking too much into it." You looked down at your phone checking the time, 4:56 now. "He's going to be here soon for me," You told Trish, "Can you make sure none of them know I'm leaving?" You asked, she nodded, "Can you at least tell me his name? You know I won't tell anyone." You smiled a little, "It's Formaggio, he's in our grade and stuff so we'll probably see him at some point." "Aww, well have fun. Text me if you need anything babe," The lively girl left your room to go talk to the others, hoping to distract them from you.

You snuck out the door quietly, slipping a pair of low heels as you waited for Formaggio. A minute or so later a car pulled in front of the house, the passenger window lowered and the man who came to get you waved, you walked over and got inside, "Ready?" You nodded, it was just you two in the car, "Everyone is already there, they got a table for us." "How sweet of them," You said with a smile, looking back at your home as you left it.

You walked into the restaurant with Formaggio, he said something to the waiter and he pointed to the corner. Formaggio thanked him and took you over to the corner where everyone else was in a large booth, two people sitting in chairs outside of the booth but still at the table. You slid in beside Risotto, Formaggio sitting on your other side; none of them said anything to you, just looked at you, observing all your features. You saw the one with purple hair and a devilish look whisper something to Formaggio, Formaggio kicked him from under the table, "What did you want to drink?" You looked over, "Water is fine for now, thanks," You replied with a smile, he nodded and got up to go get your water from the waiter. "What did I tell you?" Risotto whispered against your ear, "They're all so flustered by you." You glanced over at him, your eyes connecting with his. "What's your name?" You looked at the blonde beside Risotto, he seemed classy and clean, "Y/N Ramerino, and you?" "I'm Prosciutto, this is Pesci," He motioned to the shy man beside him. "Hey babe, that name is exqui-" The purple haired man started before being elbowed by someone with short, blue hair. "I'm Ghiacco and the creep is Melone," The blue haired boy said, glaring at the man beside him. You looked up at Formaggio as he sat down with you again, handing you the water and setting his drink on the table. You felt him shift a little closer to you, narrowing his eyes over at Risotto. "Are you all ready to order?" Everyone looked at the waitress who seemed to appear out of nowhere, "Oh Y/N, did you get a chance to see what you wanted?" Formaggio asked, looking back at you. You glanced back at the menu, "Umm I'll just have the manicotti, thank you," You said quietly, giving her the menu. She left after getting everyone's order, leaving you to the awkwardness of the friends. "So Y/N, you go to our school? What are you going for?" Melone asked, his eyes wandering everywhere they could, "Business major, and you?" "Cosmetology," He took a sip of his wine, "Do you drink?" "With the right people." He frowned a little, "Are we not good enough?" He asked sarcastically, tilting his head. "It's not that at all, I just don't know four of you, I'd be more comfortable if I knew all of you better but for now I will continue to drink water." "Melone lay off, you're asking too much," Risotto commented. "Oh are you her boyfriend now you big, bad, brooding goth?" Formaggio shot Melone a glare,"She wishes." You glanced back at Risotto and then Formaggio, not saying anything. The group continued to chat with you as you all waited for the food to come out, Ghiacco becoming rather impatient. The waitress came by with a tray full of food, setting it down on a tray jack. She handed out plates; Melone, Pesci, Prosciutto, and Risotto, "Pardon me, I'll be right back with the rest." You glanced over at Risotto's plate, seeing that he had gotten Risotto. Topical. "Did you want some, Y/N?" Risotto abruptly asked, obviously trying to get on someone's nerves, "Oh. Sure?" You replied hesitantly, taking the bite he offered you on his fork. The waitress came back with food for everyone else, saving you from having to look at Formaggio's glare towards his friend.