"Hey Andrew?" I asked, Andrew sitting next to me in my cabin on a snowy Christmas eve morning. "Ya?" He replied, turning his gaze to me. "You had said that your aunt taught you how to speak some spanish, right?"
Andrew replied with a smile and a nod. "Can you teach me how to say something?" I asked. He smirked, and replied, "Te amo, y yo no sé dónde estaría sin ti." I tried to process what he was saying, along with the fact that he was blushing furiously.
What I did then to try to understand him was repeat what he said, making him blush even harder. "What does that mean anyway?" I asked. Through Andrew's furious blushing, he replied with a smirk, "That's for me to know, and for you to never find out."
I pouted, not liking information to be witheld from me. "Fine. Anche se ti amo, sei un asino arrogante." I blushed, a smirk on my face. Andrew on the other hand was as red as a tomato.
"Sí, parlo italiano. Mio padre ha fatto parlare fluentemente." Andrew was now redder than a tomato, and I secretly was adoring it. I said a few more phrases in italian, and Andrew was getting redder by the second.
"Chi sapeva che hai così agitato così facilmente? E 'piuttosto adorabile." Andrew looked as if he was ready to explode at this point, and I was absolutely loving it. Call it sadistic if you will, I call it arrogance, which is in nicer terms, having a little fun.
With strain in his voice, Andrew said, "If you don't start speaking english right now I swear to God I'll-" "What. Kiss me?" I said, cutting him off. Getting a cocky smirk on his face, he replied, "Me gustaría precisar que contra una pared, presiono mis labios contras los suyos, y te bese por tanto tiempo que se le olvida todo lo que a le mí."
God knows how, but I understood every single word Andrew said, and now I was blushing. Blushing harder than he ever had today. Now it was Andrew, sitting across from me with the cocky grin on his face. Under my breath, I mumbled, "Quella piccola merda dannato."
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When She Was Put Back Together Again
Teen FictionBrooklyn. Poor, poor Brooklyn. After surviving a physically and emotionally abusive father, she has to try to regain control of her life. When her mom sends her off to a school for other kids dealing with similar trauma, she meets someone who maybe...
