Chapter Two: I Don't Speak Spaghetti

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"I'm sorry?" I cocked my head at him. "I don't speak spaghetti."

He closed his eyes and slapped his forehead. "Listen, uh, I didn't mean to-" he slid his hand down his face. "Please forget I said that."

My legs wrapped around his waist, I pulled out my phone. "Yeah see... everyday is opposite day for me. Now what did you say again? Joosu krispo? Google! Translate joosu krispo."

He smirked. "That's not how you say it. And I didn't just say Gesú Cristo."

I groaned with frustration. I wish I was born Italian. So I could know his language immediately without googling it, and so I can be hot. Most Italians are really hot.

"Hey," I waved my phone in his face with the translation on screen. "At least I know you said Jesus Christ! What if I said I was a Christian?" I recorded him repeating himself. You're not as smart as you think.

He scoffed. "Honey with your looks, your presence displays that you don't have a clue who Jesus Christ is."

"You are so rude." I scowled.

"Never said I wasn't," he looked weirded out."Now can you get off of me? I barely know you! This position is very tempting..."

I cocked an eyebrow while getting off of him. "Tempting?"

"Tigorrata, you don't know what I want to do to-"

"HEY GUYS! DID Y'ALL HAVE FUN?!" Crystal popped out of no where and screamed.

I winced. God help me and bless my soul with strength...

"Um... sure!" Devin answered.

Yeah maybe you did a$$hole, but I sure didn't.

"THAT'S GREAT!" She turned around and kissed my dad on the lips. "See you in two days, love. Come on Devin."

TWO DAYS?! Devin and I groaned at the same time. They left out, and I was left alone with my dad in silence.

I looked at him with an amused smirk. "That was pretty interesting."

"I'll say."

Devin's POV

Mom started the engine and we began to back out of their driveway. I pulled out my phone, put in my ear buds, and pressed play on one of my playlists.

That was pretty interesting.

"So, how did you like Michael and Elena?" I heard mom say over my song. I sighed and ripped out my ear buds. I hate when people try to talk to me while I'm listening to music.

I looked out of the window. "Didn't really get to know Michael. But to be honest, Elena's more annoying than she looks."

She laughed. "Come on Devin, I know that I'm the only human you like. But Michael and I are becoming serious. You have to get along with her."

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