kyle and luca

un - uno

today is the day. the day i pick up my lovely boyfriend from a four month trip to europe. he was road tripping around with his friend who goes by z.

we've been together for about five to six months now. they've all been wonderful and we've had our ups and downs like any couple does, but i still think we're one of the best couples of all time. we don't really argue about actual relationship things; most of the times it's who's cuter or who loves the other more. it's one of the things i love the most about our relationship.

my phone buzzes and i look down at it. a notification pops up that reads "REMEMBER TO PICK UP LUCA TODAY AT 05:00 AT THE AIRPORT, YOU FUCKWAD"

luca nor i ever use twelve-hour time even though almost no one here uses twenty-four hour time. i use it just becasue i like it and he uses it because he has some relatives that live in france.

i glace at the clock on my phone. it's 05:30 and i cannot find luca anywhere in this goddamn airport. i start to wander through the crowd in search of my extremely tall boyfriend. all of a sudden i see his head bobbing above the tourists. i run towards him, hoping that i can catch up to him because goddamn does he have long legs.

i'm finally able to catch up to him and i wrap my arms around him.

him: is that you kyle? or is it some fucker i'm gonna squash?
me: squash me and you'll no longer have a girlfriend to make out with, luca.

he turns around at with seems like the speed of light.

him: baby girl, you're absolutely stunning.
me: ugh, i missed you.
him: i missed you, too, fuckwad.

i punch him lightly in the shoulder for the smartass remark and he smiles. grabbing my hand, he whispers quietly

him: what do you think about getting out of here?
me: i think that's a lovely idea, luca.

i quickly grab his hand and lace my fingers with his. his hands are really big and could most likely equal to two of mine. he glances down at me and smiles slightly. squeezing his hand gently, i wink at him. he laughs and drops my hand.

him: what does your car look like?
me: uh, it's an early 1970's cadillac, why?
him: becaUSE RACE YOU.

he yells as he takes off running. i run after him and quickly realize that one, i am ten times smaller than him and two, he is a really fucking fast runner.

he makes it to my car within about thirty seconds and is waiting at the passenger side door when i get there.

him: you're slow.
me: and you're ten times bigger than i am.
him: touché.

unlocking the door, i glance at him over the top of my car. he has to be at least 6'2", if not taller. he catches me staring and sticks his tongue out at me, i do the same and we stand there for a minute. i break our stare by bursting out into laughter and he does the same. i duck my head to get into the car and before he can pull the handle to open the door, i lock it.

him: hEY, ASSHOLE, MIND UNLOCKING THE DOOR?
me: not anytime soon, but thanks for asking, fuckwad.
him: why are we such a good couple?

i quickly unlock the doors and as he's getting in i reply

me: because we can call each other assholes one minute and makeout the next.
him: that's so true, ohemgee, kyle.

he says while poking my cheek.

x x x

him: kYLEEEEE.

luca's currently lounging on my couch having a divine dinner of pizza rolls and monster. i decide to scream back at him from my room, which would also become his soon.

me: whAT, YOU BITCHSQUEALER?
him: nice john green reference, but come hereeeeee.
me: what is so goddamn important that you ha-

i stop mid-sentence and stare at the tv screen. he smirks at me as i start squealing.

him: well, i thought you might want to see yours truly performing.
me: whY DO YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD AT EVERYTHING? but oh my lord, luca, i love you.

he stares at me for a second.

him: kyle, you've never said that before.
me: i. i'm sorry, luca it just slipped and i-

he sets his drink and plate on the coffee table and grabs my hand. looking into my eyes, he pulls me close to him.

him: kyle, sweetheart, i love you, too. don't apologize, okay, my lovely?
me: okay, baby.

he pulls me into a tight hug and i buried my face in his chest. i love the way he smells, it's kind of like a mix of burning cigarettes and lilacs. obscure combination, i know, but it's him and i love it.

x x x

authors note:

one- luca does't know what kyle's car looks like becasue she got one while he ws in europe.

two- okay, so this is one of the first stories i've ever written that i actually semi-like. i'm gonna publish it on the group account before my main just to see how it does and then i'll probably transfer it over to my main account. (main account - bringmetheworld - hit me up, i don't bite c; )

- kyle