𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐲 || 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐉𝐫.

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐨𝐲

A/N: This chapter is not related to the first episode

IT WAS A NEW start this year at least for Dante it was, his parents decided to move to America since they were originally from Italy. It was around 8:00 am since their flight landed at 6:00 am, "Ugh, I need a cup of coffee." His mom, Amara said with a groan and yawn. 

"Well maybe if you would've booked an earlier flight we wouldn't have to wake up so early!" His father, Pietro snapped. Dante rolled his eyes before putting his headphones on, he put on music and turned his volume all the way up. His parents began arguing like usual so he was used to it at this point.

"Teddy!" His mom called out, catching his attention. He slipped his headphones off his ear, "Hm?" 

"Who's right me or your father!?" Amara questioned with a rude tone, "Danny don't answer that." Pietro told his son who sat there confused on what to do. "Don't tell him what to do!" Amara snapped at her husband. "You're dragging him into the argument!" Pietro argued. 

Dante put his headphones back on to block out the arguing from his parents. He listened to the flow of the music with his eyes closed, the beat sunk into his brain as he listened to the music. He glanced at his parents who were still arguing, he sighed before digging in his backpack for his galatines, they were a type of candy from Italy. 

"Mamma, ci siamo quasi? (Mom, are we almost there?)" Dante randomly questioned Amara while stuffing a piece of candy in his mouth, Amara who nodded, "We're pulling on the street," She replied. 

He leaned his head against the window again, Royal Woods was his new home but he hated it, he wanted to go back to his home. He hated changes, everyone who knew him knew he hated changes. He would never love changes. Never. 

The car stopped in a driveway on the street they had turned on, Dante had looked up to see his new home. He groaned as he got out the car, he glanced to his neighbors house and saw a blue and white van with a bunch of toys in the yard. Must be a big family. 

"The moving workers said they already unpacked everything in the house." Pietro said to his wife and son, "Does that mean I can go back to bed?" His son asked, Pietro sighed before nodding. 

Dante grabbed his bag and entered the house, some things were unpacked but there were still boxes surrounded the rooms. The Italian boy wandered upstairs as he took in his new surroundings, his eyes traveled the hallway. 

He sighed softly, he still hated how he had to move, he missed home. He missed Italy. Dante began looking for his room but kept stumbling into different rooms, "Why does this house have so many bathrooms..." The Rossi mumbled as he finally found his room.

He sat on his bed which had no covers or pillows, he laid down and stared at the ceiling. Why'd his family have to move? He knew his parents weren't telling him something, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. He placed his hands at the back of his head and closed his eyes to rest until he heard a loud explosion from the house next to him.

Dante sat up in an instant and rushed to his window, he opened it to see what was going on. The sound of loud screaming and arguing filled his ears, and this time it wasn't his parents. He tried to see through one of the windows of his new neighbors house, he finally saw a glimpse of a bunch of kids running around. Dante saw a boy with whitish blonde hair exit the house, he watched the boy make his way over to his house. 

"Great, people." Dante muttered under his breath, he heard the doorbell ring and the door open. One of his parents must've answered the door, he heard his name get called my Pietro, "Dante! You have a visitor!"