☆ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 ☆

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒ !𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓! ༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

Y/n = Your Name
L/n = Last name
N/n = Nickname
E/c = Eye color
H/c = hair color
H/l =Hair length

Italic =thinking

Warning: whiney bitch simping, damn you got ass  ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°, cringy asf, thanks for 500+ reads!

-[1st person mode]

"We're going for a cruise!? Awesome!" Narancia, excitingly beamed, as we went to the yacht shop or whatever.

"Since when did you get a yacht?"

"We're renting one"

"Ah. It's just a rental..." Narancia's smile slightly faded.

"Even if it's a rental we're still gonna ride a yacht" I comforted the teen, shining him a smile, was that a blush I see? Seriously what is going on with them..., I shrugged that question off my head.

"Hey bucciarati, can you just make sure not to rent that fourth boat? It'll definitely sink" mista requested, I sighed and looked at him like he was crazy (even tho he is).

"Oh please, the yacht looks like it's in tip toe shape" I explained.

"Shut up!" He whined

-[short time skip]

"This feels great here doesn't it? It's been a long time since I've had a boat ride before" I hummed to myself, sitting next to mista, drawing on my sketch notebook.

"It sure does, the ocean is quite a beautiful place isnt it?" Mista added, he then turned to Narancia.

"Hey Narancia." He said, but he'd gotten no response.

"Narancia!"

"Huh?" Narancia takes off his earphones, "what is it".

"Well, uhh it's just that, didn't you buy some drinks and snacks from that man? Sell me one"

"Wha??? You always tell me that but  never pay me back!"

"Oh come on, just hurry up and give me one!" He asked, 1 hand out, wanting a soda.

"No!" Narancia said, hugging the cooler, sticking his tongue out.

"Why you-!" He tries standing, but before it can get any worse I stand up, placing a hand on mista's shoulder, pushing him back down to sit.

"I'll just buy two, see? No more fighting geez" I said, handing narancia an old 20 dollar bill I found in my wallet.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH!? 20 dollars!? Where did you get that!!" Mista shouted (I googled, 20 dollars totals up to 4833112 Italian lira,and if it's wrong well then, blame Google cause fuck them >:D)

"I'm a foreigner, that's why" I casually said to mista, making my way to Narancia's cooler, "may I?" He stopped hugging the cooler then nodded, looking at the green bill in his hand now.

I bent down to open the cooler seeing the selection of sodas in it.

"Cola or Spirte?" I said, no answer.

"Mista, Cola or Sprite? " I asked again, no answer.

"Mista?"

-[mista's pov]

Oh dear, may God forgive me cause I cannot look away, goddammit why do you have to be so perfect y/n!?

First buying me a drink then showing me your body!? Oh god, I thought to myself, feeling my face getting hot, when Y/n bent down to  grabbed both of us a drink, I saw...