𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒, kimi antonelli.

siette *.• messed up

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july 6th 2024

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ARABELLA WOKE UP, IMMEDIATELY BEING PLAGUED BY MEMORIES OF THE ENCHANTING KISS HER AND KIMI HAD SHARED. she hit herself on her forehead.

that was so stupid. she scolded herself, knowing that now that she had started it, she'd have to endure it. it wasn't that she didn't like kimi, not at all. it was the fact that she did like him.

she would catch feelings, like she had told lucy and linnea before they even went to the maldives. she would catch feelings and be heartbroken at the end of summer, especially because the four boys lived in an entire different country.

but oh, how the boy had swept her off her feet. she had abandoned all of her morals the seconds she kissed him back.

she needed to call her dad. bella and her father had always been extremely close, and she needed his opinion on this.

facetiming papa🤍...

after three rings, her father picked up. "bella it's five in the morning here. what could possibly be so important?"

"sorry papa, but i messed up." she started, already tearing up. she could hear some shuffling and assumed it was her father getting out of bed, to avoid waking up ginerva. she couldn't see what was happening because it was so dark in the home.

"what happened, mi hija?" her father said, his tone had changed from his previous annoyed one, to a much more sweet and concerned one. suddenly a light turned on, and her dad's face showed up.

"it's a long story, buckle up dad." she started, making her dad let out a laugh. "hit me."

arabella explained the situation to her father, who listened intently and without interrupting. "and yesterday, me and him went for a walk and he just suddenly said he had feelings for me and i was so shocked i like, froze. he thought i didn't return the feelings and he was like 'just forget i said anything'. so i said shut up and i KISSED HIM. papa, i kissed him." she stressed the last part.

her dad laughed at her for a second, "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO LAUGH. i'm in a crisis, father." she protested.

"bella, from what you've told me, the boy is good to you. summer flings can be fun sweetheart, it's actually how your mother and i met as well." niccolo told his daughter. "wait, really?" arabella was surprised to say the least.

"yes. your mother was a native here in barcalona, i'm from emilia-romagna, which you know. i was here on vacation with some friends when i was twenty four, and i met your mother. she was wonderful, and i immediately fell in love. we said it would be casual but after i went home, we exchanged letters and calls. when i was twenty six, i moved to barcelona to be with your mother."

this was a story that her father had never told her about. she had never heard of this before. "how come you've never told me this before?" she wasn't angry, and her voice only came across as curious.

"i never thought to tell you about it. i don't even think teo and tonio know this." her father said, factually.

suddenly, there was a sound on her fathers end of the phone. "papa, who are you speaking to?" the voice of tonio could be heard. matteo and antonio had very similar voices but bella could always tell them apart.