ivy; walker scobell imagines

call me by your name

a/n: just wanted to mention that i am not exactly italian um i am irish so if this is incorrect and you are italian, just let me know and i will fix it!!

requested by: me

triggers: none

summary: a summer in italy 

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y/n's pov:

every once in a while, you consider the fact that you are so lucky you have italian relatives. 

especially because these italian relatives come with a vacation house in bergamo, italy. 

you're there every summer. every winter. every thanksgiving break. italy is your second home and you can barely speak fluent italian. 

it's absolutely gorgeous there. your grandparents have a villa a little bit outside the city. it's a huge old house with ivy covered walls and crumbling columns. you've been coming ever since you were just a couple months old and the house has been piling with your memories ever since. 

(imagine the house in cmbyn but better)

you and your brother have spent countless summers running through the massive plot of land the house is situated on. there's a pool and and orchard of peaches and lots and lots of grass and trees.

and every summer, the house next door is unoccupied. 

every single summer, except this one. 

you were sitting in the kitchen, eating some sliced tomato when your nonna comes rushing in, yapping about how you have new neighors. 

apparently, a family from the americas, kind of like you, had bought the house as their vacation home. they had three kids, one a couple years older than you, one your age, and one your brother's age. 

you and your brother are currently walking a basket of peaches over to their house so you can invite them to dinner because lord knows nonna loves people. 

"do you think they're going to be assholes like that family down the street," theo speculates.

"nonna doesn't seem to think so? but she also seems to think that me and their oldest son should get married so.....," you shrug.

"ew gross," theo snickers.

"you say that like you won't be the maid of honor." 

"why not the man of honor?"

"that sounds like you're being given an award or something."

"i should be given an award for putting up with all your shit." 

"yeah, well you can shove that award right up your ass!"

theo rolls his eyes as you two reach the door of their villa. it's almost identical to yours. 

you reach up and knock on the white-painted oak door. 

when it swings open, you see a boy standing in front of you. 

he's wearing a pair of rubber duck covered swim trunks, no shoes, no shirt. his golden curls are damp on his head and his eyes twinkle at you