Lucia:
Everything was perfect.
My grades were perfect,I was going perfectly unnoticed, until I locked eyes with him.
It was then that I knew I would never be able to look away.
Marco:
Everything was fine.Coach wasn't kicking me off the team for thr...
"Dad i'm sorry okay?" I sigh heavily, running a hand down my face. The last time I had my father scold me like a five year old was a week ago,but this time it's worse. I straighten in my chair, ready to leave the living room and this conversation.
"Look-who ever this girl is-"
"Her name is Lucia,and she isn't just a girl" I say coldly. He smirks. "But she is.She's just a phase you're going through" he says firmly. I scoff. "That's what you want me to say-she's not a phase,she's..her. And I plan on keeping her" I roll my eyes. He rolls his eyes right back, crossing his arms.
"As I was saying. She's got you coming home late when I told you I needed help moving my shit out." he snaps. I grimace,feeling bad for only a fraction of a second. Who am I to feel bad for the bastard when he barely cares about me?
"I'm sorry" I say. "You're an adult now so I guess I can't ban you from seeing this..Lucia" he smirks. I hate the way he says her name,like it's some weird taste on his lips. "Whatever" I stand up and leave, not wanting to talk to him any longer. I flop down on my bed, smiling at the memory of her smile when we walked into the museum,filled with art. The way her head snapped in different directions so quickly, like she couldn't get enough.
Her smile.
Fuck. I've got it bad.
My phone rings, and I grin seeing it's a call from non other then my girl. "Hey" I breathe. "Hi" I can practically see her smile,and I grin. "How'd you sleep after last night?" I ask. "great" she answers. We stay silent for a second, and I grin the whole time like an idiot. "i've made a painting for you" she says quietly. My heart fucking stutters in my chest, and my eyes widen. "I'm intrigued"
"Well,I can't show you yet" she laughs,the sound making me feel afloat. Why was everything she did so beautiful?hell,even the way she breathed was beautiful. "Bummer"
"But i'll show you on monday after school if you...come over..?" I chuckle at her nervousness. "Of course i'll come over" I say. She sighs with relief. "Well then sir,i've got to go help my father downstairs but-'i'll call you later" I nod even though she can't see me. "Got it. good luck"
"Luck appreciated" she groans before hanging up. I smile, making some quick texts before stuffing my face into my pillows. Thank god it's the weekend I think to myself.
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"Shut up" I groan as my best friend continues to ramble about his 'fuck buddy',who he 'doesn't' have feelings for. "so-rry" he rolls his eyes, handing me a beer. We're in his garage, since I couldn't stand to hear another second of dad telling mom to shut the fuck up.
I let the cold liquid glide down my throat, sighing happily. "So how's...Luciana" he asks. I raise a brow. "What did you just call her?" I chuckle. "That's her full name dumbass" he shrugs, like it's an obvious fact. "I didn't know" I shrug. "Right so you as her boyfriend...don't know Lucia is short for..... Luciana?" I smack him,earning a yelp from him.
"We're good. I took her to a museum, she was so fucking happy-" my face lights up thinking about it. "You make me sick" he grins. I roll my eyes. "You and that britney make me sick" I pretend to gag and he flips me off.
We sit there for a couple more hours as he works on his dad's car,talking nonsense about school. "Wanna stay over?" he asks. I nod without hesitating. "No way i'm sleeping in that shit hole" I shiver,happily jumping at the offer of avoiding a night of screams. "Dude-you've got to move out" he pleads. "I could, but....I honestly don't know what's holding me back" I shrug.
"I'll help you decorate your place" he grins. I give him an offended look. "I would be worried if I was my future place" I place a hand on my chest. He rolls his eyes, grinning. "Correction,yours and Lucia's." I almost spit out the beer, and I cough before giving him a narrowed gaze.
"What?" he asks with an innocent smile on his lips. "You know it's going to take my a while to..."
"To move on from Leslie?" I nod. "I'm done with her but...i've gotta stop remembering things" I shrug. He raises a brow, sitting down. "You have flashbacks or some shit?" I nod,running a hand through my hair. "Bad,bad, flashbacks" I grimace.
"Like..." I shrug. "Like of us kissing and-the day she left for...camp" I gulp. He nods, patting my back. "I'm sure Lucia will help you forget that....bitch" he says. "I didn't like her anyways" he adds. I roll my eyes. "I could tell".
"Have you seen Lucia's dad?" he asks. I shrug. "yea he's fucking scary" I chuckle. "You know he used to be in the mafia?" I nod. I find that interesting,how Lucia's father looks like he could kill you at any moment, and she looks like a feather. I chuckle at the thought. "He looks like he would beat you up if you did her wrong" he adds. I frown.
"I won't." I say annoyed. He puts his hands up, grinning. "He could turn me ga-" I throw my sweatshirt at him hard,laughing. "You already act like a gay motherfucker half of the time i'm with you" I point out. He shrugs innocently. "I'm just saying. No wonder the guy's got a wife"
"You say that i'll it's impossible to get a wife" I question. He shrugs again, rolling his eyes. "Well...for you it won't be" I groan. "You're never going to let that go" I say. He nods. We laugh and I go back to watching him work on the car, occasionally singing out random lyrics of songs.
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Author's note:(For those of you who love Mafia Romances, go check out my book 'The Mafia Boss's son' it is about Lucia's father, if you guys want to know more about him, and how Lucia and Alex came to life)
