Belladonna | 18 +

Twenty nine | Old friends & shocks

Thanksgiving has come and gone. I'm thankful it went by smoothly, all our family came by and because my mom's side was over it all went by without an issue.

I love my mom's side of the family more anyway. They've always been supportive of me and are always the first people to help me if I need anything and the first to rip my father a new one after he has one of his outbursts.

I haven't moved all day from my bed. But I count it as a good thing because I leave in just two days. And I've been on FaceTime with Kira all morning.

"I can't wait to come back, I never thought I'd miss California so much." I sighed and stretched.

"When you come back there's a few things we can do. There are maybe two more hidden places I wanted to take you to," she smiled.

"Already planning more dates and I'm not even there," I chuckled.

"I have to stay on top go everything if I want to keep a pretty girl like you around," she smiled slyly.

I blushed at her words. This is the first time she's ever called me a pretty girl. She calls me bella all the time but this is the first time she's called me a pretty girl. I couldn't contain the smile on my face or the excitement I felt.

I smiled at her and hid my face slightly out of frame. "Oh now she's shy," she said dramatically and chuckled.

"You made me nervous," I said shyly. "you've never called me 'pretty girl' before," I added.

"I have, you just don't remember." She said.

"You have not called me a pretty girl before, I would've remembered. I like the way it sounds when you say it." I smiled sheepishly.

"The first time I saw you I called you 'bella ragazza'" she said and I thought back to our friendship interaction.

"No, you called me green shirt." I chuckled remembering the first interaction we had in school.

"Not on campus, in the club bella," she said pointing out our actual first encounter.

Immediately my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I remember feeling so embarrassed when I saw her again in class, and then I felt embarrassed about thinking about our two interactions in repeat.

"I remember," I said softly. "I never thought I'd see you again, to be honest."

She chuckled. "That's why you felt so comfortable admiring me that night."

"I wasn't admiring you, I was simply admiring your dress. It was a good dress." I said defensively in a quick manner.

"Ovviamente bella," she said letting her Italian accent peak through even more.

I felt my cheeks burn at her Italian. It always did something to me when she spoke Italian, I think it's really hot in her.

"I think you should speak Italian more often," I said. "It sounds so nice,"

"Really?" She smirked as she turned over and lay on her side.

"Yes," I said.

"Allora lo farò, bella," she smiled and I blushed more.

We spent the next hour on the phone with each other, even if we were far apart she still seemed to make me feel all giddy, like butterflies swirled within me constantly.

I stayed in bed all day talking to her, Loki even made an appearance a few times which was nice because even with the few times I have been over to her house Loki and I always seemed to get along.

However, I was stunned when I got an unexpected call from Zoë. I froze for a second and just looked at it. Contemplating whether or not I should hang up and answer it.