Isabella's POV:
It was an end to another normal. A perfectly fine day with mounds and piles of new drama, which was normal occurrence at this point. I studied, I did some socializing, I had a logical debate with my friends about whether Solangelo (A/N: The Sun and the Star made me squeal for about 5 minutes straight) was cuter than Jambu x Pineapple (WOF fans where are you?)
Though I had a suspicion Matteo was about to start a harem.
Look, I know I'm kind of delusional with my bots at 1 am in the morning, but I've known this guy since we were three. I know the way he looks when he has a crush on someone. I know the soft gaze he has when he talks to Aiden and the sweet smile he gives to Rohnik.
I know all the shoulder bumps and the time he spends with his crushes.
He may or may not be aware, but I'll give him a break with all his bisexual chaos.
And so I ponder, as we walk along the path back home, about what in Christ's name is going through his head when he rambles on about a new student who joined us just in time for another year until graduation.
I blink out of my thoughts. "....She's got a really nice smile, and she's making friends fast. Hey, you think I should talk to her?" He nudges my shoulder with his elbow.
"Hm? Oh, you mean Esmee, the one with the long straight brown hair?" I shrugged. I've seen her from afar, she seems pretty nice. "Sure, why not?"
We went off the hard concrete and onto the compressed soil trail that led to our little neighborhood of five houses as he switches topics to our monthly sleepover. I breathed in the fresh, slightly stinging cold air mixed with the smell of leaves, a crackling fireplace and a hint of vanilla. Home, with a hint of my cat's toiletries.
"Aiden's coming over to our monthly sleepover at... your place this time, right?"
"Mmh?" I process his question as I try not to gag at the smell of my cat's waste. "Oh, yeah. Remind him he promised to let us paint his nails, yeah? Remember to state the rules of acceptance, too."
I smiled as we walked to our houses side by side, chuckling softly at the thought of painting Aiden's nails bright neon colors before brushing the thought aside.
I may have a hardened grudge against Aiden, but we have our little, fleeting moments.
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Forbidden Love
Romance"I have ventured into the dark depths and shall never emerge after laying my hands upon such dirty work." -Me, 2024 Matteo, or Aiden, if you're reading this, I'm sorry, please don't kill me.
