James
'Sorry something came up. How about brunch tomorrow?'
Within one minute my phone buzzed.
'James?'
I replied with the purple devil emoji.
And Ellie replied with the eye roll emoji.
"Dude, why are you smiling like that?" I looked up at the familiar voice. It was my sister.
"Shouldn't you be in Paris sucking off some random French dude for a bagel?"
She rolled her eyes and plopped down next to me on the couch that has been passed down through our family for generations.
"That was three years ago and I was high. And that bagel was totally worth it."
"And I'm the family disappointment."
My phone buzzed again. 'Sure dude. Time?'
I replied with 12 and put my phone in my pocket.
"Seriously, Meg. What are you doing here? The last time you were home was Christmas. Wait, don't tell me," I paused and turned to my sister, "you're pregnant? You have aids? You owe some random dude money for stealing drugs?"
"Haha very funny." She rolled her eyes. "I can't just come home to see my family?"
"No. You can't. The only time you come home is holiday's and when you're in trouble. I don't see snow and the house isn't filled with drunken family members and drug lords. So that only leads to one thing. What happened?"
"Fine. You caught me. Dad cut off my funds. Says I need to learn how to become 'responsible.' Or whatever that means." She did air quotes around the word responsible.
"Wow daddy's little Principessa is broke." (princess)
"You're a dick."
"Watch your mouth. You haven't been home for 30 minutes and you're already mentioning cazzi." My mother said as she came in the room.
My mother was in her fifties and didn't look a day over thirty. No plastic surgery needed.
"And what have you done with your hair? Che cosa siete? Una ragazza bianca?"
"I cut it. And bleached it. The color fits me, no?"
"No." My mother and I spoke at the same time.
"You look like we picked you up at, whats that coffee shop all the American's love?"
"Starbucks, Madre." I answered her.
"Yes that one. I'm glad you're home, Maria."
"Mamma! My name's Megan now!"
"No, no. You were born Maria Ada Sofia Bianchi. I don't no where you get this Megan from but it's not my child."
"Oh God! I'm going to the pool house. No one bother me." Megan stormed out of the room.
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Marrying Mr. Mafia
Romance"For someone who made me want to strangle him with a cable cord, that asshole has made me realize that just because someone called me weak, didn't mean that I actually was. He made me realize that I didn't need anyone. That I was independent. And th...
