The Flame

The Phone and Confessions

                                                                    Flame's P.O.V.

              "So how was your day, Flaming gem?" he said, side hugging me.

Again with that nickname? Romano gave me that nickname about two weeks ago, it's very strange and annoying.

"Seriously what's with that stupid nickname?" I retorted back.

"What!? I think it suits you." he whined, pouting, I giggled.

"It does not suit me!" I said scrunching my nose up.

"Yes, it does." He pouted.

"Nope!" I chirped.

Both of us were trying not to break out laughing, me at his adorable pout, I honestly don't know about him.

                        "Hey, Flame?" Romano asked sounding very on edge.

"Yes, Romano?" I replied looking up at his handsome face.

He sighed and looked at the cracked cemented ground.

He looked he was deep in thought, and like he was also fighting with himself about something until he finally spoke up. "No, never mind, it's nothing."

This keeps on happening.

He keeps on getting asking for my attention looking all nervous and like he needs to tell me something important, but it's almost like he thinks better of it, or something like that.

I'm starting to get worried about him.

                Today is Saturday, I'm wearing my long lacy-sleeved black skater dress. Romano, who is wearing dark blue jeans and a black and white flannel.

Romano and I are at the park, sitting on a bench.

I am drawing in a note book and Romano is just staring at me with admiration, and, is that love?

No! I'm just seeing things.

No one can ever love someone so twisted and disoriented, like me.

"What are you staring at?" I asked.

He looked like he was about to answer my question, but my phone decided to beat him to saying something by it playing a song that my twin sister and I had sung when we were little kids.

I haven't sung a single thing since she died and my half-brother disappeared.

"Sorry, I should probably get this." I sheepishly said, blushing, before rushing off to take the phone call.

                                                      Romano's P.O.V

               She's been gone for a while now, I'm starting to get worried.

I was about to get up and look for her to make sure that she is OK.

She came bounding up and sat back down before I was able to get up, she seems vary cheerful all of a sudden.

"What got you so happy and cheerful?" I questioned smiling, satisfied that my precious, lovely, mate is happy.

"Quello era il mio grande fratello al telefono, quello che, caled era mio fratello!" she squealed giddily (That was my big brother on the phone, the one who called was my brother!).

"È incredibile!" I exclaimed (That's amazing!).

"Sta arrivando in tre settimane e lui ha anche detto che qualcuno altro è in arrivo, ma lui abituato dimmi chi." she happily ranted (He's coming in three weeks and he also said that someone else is coming, but he won't tell me who,).

"Sembra che tutta la famiglia ama un mistero, eh?" I teased (Looks like your whole family likes a mystery, huh?).

                   Theirs been multiple times that I have almost told Flame, but I backed out of it.

I will tell her tomorrow no matter what, I will tell her tomorrow.

No more backing out of telling her! She needs to know.

                                                         Flame's P.O.V.

                      "H-hey F-Flame?" Romano stuttered, "C-can I talk t-to you real q-quick?"

"Yeah, what's wrong Romano?" I asked worriedly, he never stutters.

"F-follow me." he said calmer, but still stuttering, OK now he's really worrying me.

He took me to the forest, we didn't talk on the way there. He seemed deep in thought, nervous, and a little distraught. What's bothering him?

"Flame, I-I love y-you." he whispered when we were deep into the forest.

What? Did he say what I think he said? This must be a joke.

I just stood there in front of him with wide eyes, probably looking like a shocked idiot.

"Will you be mine?" he asked tenderly brushing my cheek igniting sparks all around it.

I nodded my head up and down slowly, signaling my answer. I am unable to speak, my voice won't let me. He pulled me closer to him in a hug, in which I hugged him back without any delay.

                  When we broke apart from the hug he slowly brought his lips down onto mine. I was startled at first, but I soon responded.

The kiss was like something I have never experienced and as soon as we broke apart, heaving trying to regain our breath. I, for some strange reason, immediately craved for another kiss.

I wonder why.

Is this normal?