What happens in Italy...

Chapter Two

Two hours later...

After a while of explaining to the woman of the differences of their time periods, he had no idea how nerdy he sounded to this woman but in all reality he didn't care, he was too busy explaining to her about everything. While he spoke her smirk only seemed to grow in size. After he finished he stood up shaking his head. "Don't touch anything." He said, sighing softly as she grinned. "Touch everything, got it." She spoke in her Italian accent.

He exited the room for a little while as he grunted angrily, this would take some getting used to. She followed him for a bit, trying to act all flirty like. Why DID HE. Have to get stuck with her. She picked up a picture of him as a child. "Ooh, What's this?" She asked with her thick Italian accent. In annoyance he turned around shooting an angry look at her. "It's me as a ki-" He was cut off watching her stuff the picture in a pouch.

He stared at her, about to say something before he shook his head walking away. Luckily she went off to explore his home, but unfortunately for him she found his computer. She poked at the keyboard before accidentally pulling up his search history. Finding his, 'guilty' search history of rather impure things. She raised an eyebrow, cocking a grin as she turned the volume up to where he could hear it.

Instantly he froze in place as she turned, walking towards him. He grunted out of embarrassment as he looked around trying to avoid eye contact. "Er.. I... uh... uh... er... I can explain!" He stuttered out in defense only to see her crossing her arms, shooting him a look that told him she could see through his lies. "So you're into mature stuff eh?" She asked, taking a step closer, only increasing his agitation over this situation.

He instantly remembered, this was her younger variant. She was a major playgirl in her early age. Oh boy. "N..No. not really, It's normal for a uh... teenager!" He protested in defense as he chuckled nervously. "Oh? Are you into guys?" She asked him, grinning. "What! Absolutely not!" He shouted. "Prove it. Hang out with a woman." She replied almost instantly.

He crossed his arms, staring at her with disgust. "I'm hanging out with you, aren't I?" He asked, only to have her speak up. "I don't count." She cooed softly, taking another step forward. "Fuck." He whispered, not realizing she heard him. "When and where?" She asked, noticing that put him on edge. Almost instantly he snapped, his face flushed red and he ran off screaming out of anger and being flustered. "DIE." He shouted, earning a giggle from the woman.