I speak Italian Darling

MAMA!?

      As I got out of my shower I heard my mom welcoming some guests. "Hey, boys! Hey Susan and Frank, how have you been? David and I.." I walked into my room, cutting out their convo. I turned on Spotify on my TV, blasting The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls while I got ready to go to Kristi's house. As I threw on my sweats and plain black bra, I heard my door open and my mom's voice. "This is Gia's room, the boys are at their clubs and whatnot right now. Oh, dear! I didn't realize you were getting dressed!" My mom quickly shut the door. Before she closed it, I caught a glimpse of a black-haired boy with eyeliner, looking at his phone with headphones in. "Dio, mamma! Impara a bussare! Gesù!" I yelled through the door. I quickly put on a plain black shirt with the band name KORN, putting my unruly curly hair in a low-effort ponytail. I put on some mascara, eyeliner, and highlighter and grabbed my guitar bag, phone, vape, and AirPods. I walked out with my things in hand, jogging down the stairs. When I got to the door, I looked over at Mom catching her attention. "Hey, I'm heading to Kristi's. I'll be back later. Love you!" She made a huff before stopping me. "First I want you to meet the guests. These are the Heffley's!"

     I looked over at them. Normal, basic-looking people. Then I realized the older boy was staring at me. I thought I grew a 3rd eye or something. Honestly, it was getting a bit awkward. Before I could dwell on it anymore, the mom chimed in. "Hey Gia! Oh my goodness, I haven't seen you since you were as big as Manny!" she said lifting the little boy in her arms. I straightened my lips into a line and looked out at my car in the driveway.

     "Wish I could say I remember you.." I said looking at my feet. "Gianna Iseppa De Luca-Void! That was rude!" I threw my hands up in the air, "Hey! I wasn't trying to be, I just don't know who she is!" I told her. I looked at the dad and the boys, the older one not having moved an inch. "Oh well, the last time I saw you, you and Rodrick were only about 3." my mom quickly gaped," Oh Susan, do you remember when they would take cute little baths together? Oh, I miss those days.." my mom said holding where her heart should be.

     "Ma! Really? What the hell?!" Her face hardened. "Iseppa! Watch the language! Ci sono piccole orecchie per sentire! Continua così e passerai il fine settimana qui. Capire?" I rolled my eyes. "Sì, capisco, mamma..." I mumbled, "Kristi is texting me, can I go now?" my mom rolled her eyes. "Introductions, then yes." I put down my guitar and walked up to the family. "I'm Susan, as you might have guessed, this is Frank, Manny, and these are-" the smaller one walked up to me taking my hand. "bonjour beauté.." I looked at him questioningly. "I speak Italian. Not french," I smiled. He blushed and dropped my hand. I turned to the other boy and looked up at him, his eyes following me.

3rd POV:

Earlier

     As the Heffleys arrived at the house, Rodrick put his headphones in and texted Bill. They started planning when our next band practice could be. He wasnt paying attention as he made his way up the stairs, causing him to step on Greg's shoes. "Hey! Watch it bigfoot!" Greg snapped back, which only made Rodrick do it purposefully. "Mom, why do we even have to be babysat? We learned not to throw parties! Promise!" Susan turned to them quickly. "No, you learned how to be sneaky, not responsibility. So you are staying here. There are other boys here, you'll be fine. Your father and I need this, so please. Behave." Greg looked at his shoes and Rodrick, well, rolled his eyes, popping his earbuds back in. He didn't even notice the half naked girl that was just walked in on.

     As they stood in the dining room, Rodrick felt a light poke on his side. He ignored it, only to be poked again. He looked at Greg who was pointing at something. Rodrick looked up and locked eyes on her. His breath stopped and his hands instantly got warm and sweaty. Even his loud music went silent. He saw her lips moving but he couldn't focus on what she was saying, only how her lips moved and how her pale green eyes popped against the dark colors around them. Small strands of hair escaped her ponytail that hung against her back, bouncing with every step she took closer. Wait, is she walking over here? Well no shit, we are the only ones over here she could be walking towards. Think Rodrick, fuck. His eyes never left her, especially when she inched closer and closer at him.

He didn't even realize she had said something until she looked at him and stopped talking for a moment. "Huh?" was all he could muster. He internally punched himself at his stupidity. Now is not the time to be dumb, get it together!  "I said, do you want some water? Your mouth seems a little... Dry.." she grinned and looked at his lips. He closed his mouth and shook his head, maybe a little more than he should have. She looked back at his eyes and spoke. "I'm going to assume you're Rodrick. My bathing buddy?" my heart stopped. "W-What?" he asked rather fearful. She tried to suppress her smile and looked at him, probably noticing how nervous he became at her words. "Mom was saying that we used to take baths together when we were babies." The thought of them taking a bath together when they were babies made Rodrick cringe, but then another thought ran across his mind. A more present one, one that made him blush and wouldn't let him get words out. "Anyway, Ciao! A dopo, mamma, Papà!" with that she walked out, guitar in hand. Oh hell. This girl is gonna be the death of me.

"I'll show you boys to your rooms!" Julieta announced.

Well shit.