I don't have a damn clue what on earth I'm doing right now so I don't have a proper description and for the time being this is a stab in the dark.
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Aila is a teenage girl that has endured so much in her life already. There's on...
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"How's your stab wound holding up?" Dante asks.
"Oh, fine. It really wasn't that bad in the first place but Lucas seems to be a bit persistent," I respond, chuckling.
"Well, I mean, you werestabbed," he states with a little concern lacing his voice. I almost didn't notice it but when I try, I'm pretty good at reading people.
"Pfft, barely. It was a flesh wound," I say dismissively.
"Actually, it could have been much worse if he aimed a little to the right," Amedeo expresses.
"See! You are welcome," Lucas says poking my shoulder when he said every word in the last sentence. I'm saved from this conversation when G runs into the sitting room with Aldo and Matteo following. G jumps onto my lap while Matteo tries to catch his breath.
"You alright, there?" I ask him.
"Yeah. I... was playing... catch with Giuseppe... and I kept falling," he huffs out and flops onto an armchair. Lucas and I laugh silently.
"How exactly did you fall a bunch of times?" Lucas inquires.
"I don't know. The furniture just doesn't seem to like me today," Matteo answers sarcastically.
"Do you have to be home at a certain time?" Lucas asks.
Home? Strange way to describe it but whatever. "Nah, I don't think so but I do actually have a thing I need to be at."
"What is it?" G asks.
"Uh..." Does he know that races are a thing? I dunno if I should say anything. "I'm supposed to be at a race."
"Like, down near Farrah's?" Amedeo questions. I think Farrah's is the name of that car shop near the track.
"Yeah, you guys know the place?" I respond.
"Uh-huh, we used to go all the time," Amedeo answers.
"You don't go anymore?"
"Not as much but sometimes."
"You guys can come if you want?"
"Can I come?" G puts out to the room.
"Not this time, sorry buddy," Aldo says.
"Can't blame me for trying." He smiles sweetly up to his dad. I smile at the scene but there's a part of me that's envious of what they have.
G yawns so Aldo comes over and picks him up. "Time for bed, bud." He settles in Aldo's arms as they go up the stairs.
"So, you wanna go?" Amedeo asks everyone else. They say yeah or sure so I grab my bag and then I see Aldo coming back downstairs.
"Dad, we're going to the track. Coming?" Dante asks him.
