What Next

2- Italy

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*Lily*

George took me to Verona, Italy. I know I was just a kid, and it was only two years ago. But I felt some kind of tension between us. The amount of times people have mistaken us for a couple is uncountable! But we go along with it, it's our own little game! Considering the legal age of consent in Italy is fourteen, nothing would have mattered.

The truth is, I loved George and still do. When we were a 'couple' it felt real. He would kiss me on the cheek, call me darling or honey, he would buy us the finest wine! He treated me like a real lady! I loved him for being so kind to me, and in return, I was kind to him (I still am and so is he). When either of us were ill, the other would look after them, we are always there for each other.

In Verona, we went to see the statue of Juliet. Apparently you have to touch her left bosom? Well, we did it anyway. We have loads of photos of us messing about, being 'couples' and all of the places we visited while we were there. It was soon my birthday, and George said that he was going to take me somewhere special. 'And this isn't already special?' I thought to myself.

He told me to close my eyes, so I put my hands over them. All I knew was that we got into a car (or something), drove for a few minutes, stopped, got out of the car, I could hear music and people all around us... and "Voila" he said, taking my hands away from my eyes. Wow! I was speechless. I turned round to him and hugged him "Thank you, so much." I breathed into his jacket. He took my face in both of his hands and beamed down at me. "I'm glad you like it."

I did like it, no, in fact I loved it. We were in the middle of a festival, it was like one of those ones that the hold in Rio! Colours everywhere, music filling our ears, the warmth of his body against mine. It was amazing, even better than amazing, indescribable! We went to a beautiful romantic Italian restaurant and ate a lot of pasta! Soon it was time to go back to the hotel.

We snuggled up, and soon when I thought George was asleep, I spoke. "George?" I asked, just I case he was awake. He said nothing, so I carried on. "I've known you for my whole life, and you've been my past and my present. I want you to be my future as well. What I'm trying to say is that-th-that I-i-I- look...I love you George, always have done, always will. I may only be fourteen, but I've decided that I belong with you. I love you." I let out a deep breath, and then went to sleep.

The next day, we went to a lovely restaurant. A waitress came over to us. "ciao. dove vuoi tu e tua figlia vuole sedersi?" She spoke, not realising we're English. "Parli inglese? e questa è la mia fidanzata, non mia figlia!" George replied, like he was a local! "I em zorry. Zis way, please." She put on a fake smile. Once we sat down, she left us with the menu and said that she would be back in five minutes.

"What did she say?" I asked George once the lady had gone. "She thought you were my daughter. I said no, you weren't. And asked if she spoke English." He made a weird look in the middle of sentence. I knew he hadn't told me something. "And?" I asked, wanting to know everything. "And what?" Seriously? He thinks I can't read him! "You haven't told me something. You always make a strange face when you don't mention something purposely. So what is it?"

"Are you ready to play a game?" He smiled and then...winked at me. Oh! That kind of game. (Remember the pretend couples? That's what we're going to play!) he saw the waitress walking slowly over to us. He grabbed my hand and pulled my face close to his, then he whispered in my ear. "Smile and giigle like I've said something funny." So I did, when he leant back in his chair, I looked at him with a smirk on my face and bit my lip. He raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Excuse me sir and miss, but would you like to order?

"For drink we will have Donnafugata Passito di Pantelleria Ben Ryè. And for starter we will have cannoli please." The waitress smiled and winked at him, which he just smiled to. She annoyed me, flirting shamelessly in front of his 'girlfriend', I know I wasn't, but still. Urghhh! He saw that I was annoyed. "You ok?" He asked. I nodded and smiled. I don't say this as if its a good thing, but I'm a good lier. I can hide my emotions and pretend that everything's ok, when in reality it's the opposite. We finished up.

George gave me some money and said to call him if I need him. He gave me the safety talk, like a dad would. "Ok, I guess I'll see you later!" I smiled, but inside I really wanted to be with him. "Ok, see you later." He smiled then didn't move, so I walked off into the busy crowd instead. It was amazing! They had the festival on still! Burst of colours and happy people. I danced in the moonlight, enjoying the company of the rhythmic music. But, I'm only human and soon got tired. I decided to walk back to the hotel, ignoring the occasional whistle from drunk men and even woman!

I got outside of the door, when I heard a noise from inside, I didn't want to knock, I was too scared. "Più veloce! Più veloce!" A woman screamed, I recognised the voice...THAT WAITRESS! I nearly burst in, but I waited outside and texted George to see if it was him shagging this slut. < hey! Just wondering where you are! Maybe we could go and get some tea/coffee?> I texted. And sure enough the banging and screams stopped. "What are you doing?" I heard the strong Italian accent. <I'll come and get you, where are you?> he replied.

Just then I heard shuffling and the waitress opened the door to see me crying on the floor. "YOU FORGOT THIS BIANCA." I heard George shout and saw a shoe fly through the door. Bianca caught it and then ran to the lift. <you wanna know where I am?> I texted. I heard his phone go off and then him mumbling under his breath "Yes I do." I walked in. "I'm here." I said, a bit more sorry than I would have liked. "I am so so-" he began, but I cut in "don't you dare give me any of your bullshit George. I need answers, and I'm going to get them." He sat down with a sigh. "Ask ahead." He said, looking at the floor.

I stood opposite of where he was slouching. "Why did you have to fuck her?" I asked, I felt like crying, but I couldn't. He winced when I swore. "I don't know...I mean she's a hot Italian girl and I'm very drunk." He said, his head in his hands. "I need to go home." I said, I closed my eyes and let the tears flow. I felt a warm arm around me, but I didn't care anymore. "I am truly sorry, I didn't know you would be cross about this." He kissed my forehead lightly and then I heard him snoring. He was on the sofa. I went to the bedroom, phew, they hadn't been in there. I went to sleep.

I had a dream that night...
I'm running, fast. I'm lost, but I keep on running. I'm in the festival. I hear George call my name, but I keep on running. I trip and fall to the ground, but I don't stop falling. I'm falling off a mountain, I scream his name, but there's no reply. So I just relax and wait for the thud, but I never hit the ground. I felt warmth engulf me. George? I asked. I just saw a twinkle in his eye. Then I knew it was him. He was flying, and had saved me.