As I groggily mumbled into my phone, my drowsy mind struggling to fully awaken, I blinked my eyes in an attempt to dispel the blurriness. The voice on the other end had a distinct, frantic British accent, which was immediately recognizable. I pushed the phone away from my ear, groaning as I realized who was yelling at me.
"Ollie. My flight is at three, I live ten minutes away from the airport, why would I be at the airport?" I responded dryly. With the phone still pressed to my ear, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up, waiting for my friend's response.
"I just want to make sure you get here," Ollie replied with concern in his voice. I chuckled as I leapt out of bed and walked over to the window to pull open the blinds.
"I think I can catch a flight," I retorted. "Oh, and your mum wants me to swing by the house to bring you some clothes she bought. Should I just magically forget?"
"Yes, please. Oh, and I was going to tell you before, but it kind of slipped my mind..." Ollie's voice trailed off as I continued to clean my room absentmindedly.
"Mhm," I replied, lifting my shoulder to secure the phone against my ear as I started folding my clothes with both hands.
"Well, I told Paul that you and I are going to Italy for a bit, and he told me that he was going as well with a bunch of people so we can meet him somewhere," Ollie revealed, and a smile grew on my lips.
"You're joking! Yay, I haven't seen that kid in ages; the three of us can finally figure out who is better at speaking Italian," I exclaimed happily.
"I am, hands down, there's no competition," Ollie confidently declared, causing me to roll my eyes as I continued folding my clothes.
"Well, out of all of Prema, I would say it would be Kimi, actually," I replied, and I heard Ollie laugh.
"Yes, he would be. Have you been stalking Kimi Antonelli, Y/n?" Ollie asked humorously, prompting a defensive response from me.
"No, you twat. I have not been stalking anybody," I retorted, and there was a sigh on the other end.
"Sure, sure," Ollie said, and I stopped folding my clothes, gripping the phone again.
"Drop it, Ollie," I responded seriously, feeling a peculiar sensation in my chest.
"Alright, I'll stop talking about your little crush on the academy kid," Ollie laughed, and I rolled my eyes. "Fine, fine, that was the last one."
"It better be, or else I'm not visiting," I threatened, resuming the task of folding my clothes and placing them neatly in the suitcase.
"I can't believe your mum's letting you go," Ollie remarked, and I shrugged.
"The downside is that I need to visit Dad because he's apparently the only reason I'm allowed to go. You know, because he loves me so much," I explained, turning around to pick out some jewelry for the trip.
"We only need to see him once, and I'll be there with you," Ollie reassured me, and I smiled.
"I'm so happy our mothers decided to be friends. I honestly wouldn't be able to visit that man without you; I'd end up hitting him," I confessed, and I could hear Ollie's laughter.
"Love you too, bee," Ollie replied, using the nickname our mothers had given me when we were young, with his being "pup." "Oh, and seeing as you're so smitten with that Italian, I might as well warn you that him and Lorenzo are staying in Italy too."
"Why would I care?" I dropped my necklace and questioned my friend.
"Because you're friends with Lorenzo, of course, no other reason," Ollie said with a chuckle. I sighed at him.
"You're such a dick sometimes," I grumbled.
"I have to go, Arthur is calling me, he never calls," Ollie informs me.
"Leclerc?" I wonder, and I hear a noise of agreement from my friend. "Well, I'll see you at the airport in Italy. You better wait for me after your flight."
"Don't worry, I'll stand by my promise. I don't want you getting lost in Italy with those awful Italian skills," Ollie laughs, and I scold him. "Ah, but wait, I bet you'd prefer your fluent Italian boyfriend for that one, though."
"Ollie James Bearman, I have met Kimi once, and it was brief at that. You know I'm not looking for anything right now. I'm sixteen, you twat, and we both don't like each other that way. I'm sure he only remembers me as that chic who's friends with some of his friends," I conclude, placing my toiletry bag in my suitcase.
"Have you finished rambling yet?" Ollie asks, and I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"If I was with you right now, I'd hit you so hard," I inform him, and I hear laughter come through the line.
"Okay, bee, but really, I need to go and call Arthur back. Call me right after your flight," Ollie tells me, and I nod to myself.
"Alrighty, bye, love you, pup," I respond.
"Love you, bee," is the last thing I hear before the call hangs up.
Italy, here we come.
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