Lost Stars {p. dybala}

four: colors

We were all gathered in the living room, in an awkward silence, then i decided to break the ice by getting myself out of there, ''I just came from the gym and i'm very exhausted, so i'm going upstairs. It was very nice... meeting you...''. I almost ran upstairs. My head was spinning. They guy i met last night is my new room mate's 22 year old uncle, who also happens to be Paulo Dybala. Dear Italy, i'm not used to you. This isn't something you'd see everyday.

8:22pm

I decided to take a shower. I smelled awfully and my hair was disgusting. So, I played some music in my phone and took a very cold shower. When i got out, i saw a message. It was him.

''This is unbeliavable! Since when do you live there? I remember dropping you off somewhere else..."

Ugh, now i had to explain the whole thing. But i'll answer that later because i'm wet and all... and that'll give me time to think of something non-stupid to say next. When i got to my bedroom i took the phone and typed:

''Yeah I know! Since yesterday. And that night you dropped me in my friend's house (didn't know how to get here *laughing emoji*"

As soon as i sent it he answered but i didn't want to open it because i'm not so good talking to guys, especially not texting... But after 2 minutes, that felt like an hour, i decided that ignoring him would be worst.

"Oh, that explains everything *laugh emoji*"

"So, we decided not to tell Mia about how we DID meet?"

I didn't know what to say (as usual). I analysed the situation and thought that telling your friend you met her very attractive uncle in a nightclub could have doble meaning, and she might take it in the wrong way, and hate me and think i was some whore or something.

"Well, i don't know. I guess i don't really mind. But I wouldn't risk on telling her how we met. I think is better to leave it".

Maybe i was crazy, but i always feel like i'm a very dry person while texting. I just hope he doesn't get that impression. Then he answered:

"Yeah, i agree. I'll be our little secret".

OMG. Now we have a little secret? Oh God, you're killing me. What is that supposed to mean? i received another one immediately:

''I have to go now. I'm driving back to Turin. I'll text you tomorrow?"

That he will what?!? Why would he want to talk to me again? I was super boring and not even attractive, if that was the case.

''Sure. Drive safely".

Then he texted back:

"Goodnight*heart*"

...and i texted a simpler goodnight...

And with all this things going on in my head i finally went to sleep peacefully.

Tuesday, September 20th; 8:05am

I was already sitting on my desk daydreaming, waiting for the teacher to enter the room and start the Italian 01 class. Today i woke up with the idea the Paulo will text me again. I might not even pay attention in class today, having his raspy voice with the argentinian accent and his stunning eyes in my memory. Suddenly, the teacher enters and starts his class.

''Buongiorno, mi chiamo Stefano De Laurentis e oggi sarà la sua insegnante di italiano 01". He was speaking too fast. How was i suppose to learn anything? Still, he kept giving his introduction speech, "Spero che imparare molto e godere la mia classe". Professor De Laurentis was a short middle age man with grey hair. However, at the end of his class i could say that i did learn something today, or at least i speak 2% more of italian now than before.

During break time, i saw i had a message. I immediately thought of Paulo, but then saw it was from Irina. I had to chill a little bit with that Paulo issue. It was getting weird.

"HEYYY! So, fashion week starts tomorrow and Federica got us tickets to the Missoni fashion show"

"Don't forget to wear something nice".

I'm not a very fashion person, but this meant that i already had plans for tomorrow and who knows, it might be interesting.

"Awesome! Wait. What am i supposed to wear? I've never been to something like that"

I left her that message and went to get something to eat. I properly ordered my food thanks for what Mr. De Laurentis taught me today. Then my phone vibrated as a sign that it was maybe Irina messaging me *or Paulo* But it was indeed my friend Irina:

"Oh, we are definitely having lunch today. Meet me at Pascoli Piadineria Artigianale at 12. No excuses!!"

Bossy, bossy, bossy as always. I didn't know how to get there but i agreed with it anyway.

The rest of the morning passed really fast. I had vocabulary and fluency practice after break time. It wasn't as hard as i thought, it's a little bit similar to my mother language. Hopefully i won't have a hard time learning it so far.

By lunch time, i took a taxi. I told the driver the name of the place that Irina texted me. I got there by 12:41 and by my surprise it costed me a lot of money. I paid the driver and entered the restaurant to meet my friend. It was a lovely restaurant. I saw her and the first this she yelled at me was

-"YOU'RE LATE!" Damn, she's bossy.

-"Sorry, at first i didn't know how to get here".

-"Oh well, it doesn't matter. You're her now. And by the way, i already ordered for you".

-"Okay, i was expecting that", i laughed. Her bossiness is sometimes hilarious to me.

We ate the best pastas i've ever had in my entire life. Well, i was at Italy, i am for sure going to eat as many pasta as i wish. Afterwards, she talked to be about her boyfriend, the one she was making out with the other night at the nightclub. With the detailed description that she gave me, i could see how in love she was. Then she asked me about 'The Guy' i was talking to that night in the bar. I told her that his name is Paulo and that his nice. She wanted more information but i just said i didn't know anything else about him.

-"OHHH COME ON!! Tell me more about him!!! Where is he from? What does he do for living? Is he a good kisser? What did you guys talked about? Why did you started talking in the first place?"

-"WOW! Those are a lot of questions! First, he is from Argentina. Second, i don't know (lie). Third, I DON'T KNOW THAT *yet*. Fourth, mainly about how clumsy i am managing my italian. And finally, i don't know , well, he was there and i was there (also a lie)"

She didn't pay attention to what i just said because she was too focused on the TV that was behind me. Before i could turn around to see what it was she was seeing, she yelled:

-"OMFG. THAT'S HIM! Why is he on the...WHA...he is a football player!?!? Ohh look he scored, bUT WHAT THE HELL???! YOU MADE OUT WITH A FOOTBALL PLAYERRRRR!!?!?!?!"

WHAT.