One Of A Kind || Lorenzo Berkshire

CHAPTER 7

I learned Enzo really liked taking pictures- he made me stand infront of everything he found interesting and forced me to point at it or smile and put my thumbs up (I found it very cute).

"Looks like Draco," I pointed at a caveman, as Lorenzo rested his head on my shoulder, "Doesn't it?"

Enzo laughed, "They do share very similar features."

We'd decided to spend the rest of the day doing whatever we wanted because the sheet was the easiest thing anyone could ever do- thank merlin it was a part of our grade and not some stupid essay again. 

"Let's look here," Enzo pulled me into the next exhibition, where a ton of little boys were oohing at a scorpion that was shown. 

I shivered, "This is not my thing."

"It's definitely mine," Enzo smiled, looking down at the little girls who were obviously grossed out by this, "There just like you."

"Very funny," I crossed my arms and kept walking, Enzo holding my shoulders and walking behind me the entire time. 

"No," I told Enzo, as we reached the spiders, "I am not taking a picture with that."

"Come on," he groaned, "You'd look even cuter with it- ooh look there's one on your head."

"Stop it!" I laughed, fixing my hair, "I hate bugs- they just freak me out."

He raised an eyebrow, "So you don't like moths, butterflies, dragonflies, ladybugs-"

"I don't like the gross and scary looking ones," I corrected myself.

"Understandable," Enzo nodded, "Fine- lets look at this other thing. It's where they store all these animals in jars."

I tilted my head, "How on earth do you like this?"

"You know you like it," he poked at my shoulder, "It's interesting- you have to admit that."

I shrugged, "I guess I sort of like it."

"See!" Enzo smiled, "That's the spirit, now move along."

We walked towards the exhibit, and spent our first 5 minutes staring at a snake in a jar. 

"This is-" I started.

"Wow," Enzo interrupted, "Is it in alcohol?"

I nodded, "Says so."

"Imagine drinking it," Enzo turned to me, "What would it taste like?"

"Snake skin," I said, "Maybe a tiny bit of venom in there- perfect to feed to Matheo when he won't shut up about his fights."

Enzo laughed, "What about this one?" He pointed to a lizard, "You have to take a photo infront of this one."

"It's dead," I pointed out. 

Enzo raised his eyebrow, "Everything in this place is dead- its a history museum it's the point."

"Okay," I laughed, "You are so sassy."

"Point proven," he said in an even sassier tone as I laughed, and he took the picture, "You look even prettier in this one."

"Great," I smiled, "I didn't put on makeup this morning- I forgot."

"I like you without makeup better," Enzo told me, holding my face with both his hands, "You look even more pretty without it."

I laughed as he kissed my forehead, "Thank you Enzo."

"Let's move along," he smiled.

About an hour later we made our way to the gift shop- and this is where I knew my weakness had come.