Something Like Normal. {Book I} EDITING

Something Like Normal. V

“So where do you come from?”, Jocelyn asked me as we walked passed a water fountain.

“I was born in a small town called Lordaniya in Russia, but ever since I was eight I have lived in Moscow when my mom got remarried to a politician.”, I told her.

“And your father?”, she asked me.

I bit my bottom lip and thought about telling her my father was a famous actor in Russia—but something made me hold my tongue from saying it. I looked down at my damp stain shirt and chuckled once. What sane person back home would do this? I knew Americans were crazy, but this girl took it over board and something about her made me feel. . .happy is the word?

She did what any normal girl would do when someone bothering her even when it was her that was bothering me because I clearly had that chair before she did. My uncle always told me to let a women be right though, it makes life so much easier.

I didn't want Jocelyn to treat me any differently, I liked just walking around with her and talking. It seems we could talk allot about things, never about movies my father in, and parties I could try and get her in. She didn't expect anything from me and that felt normal.

“My father owns a few businesses back home, nothing special.”, I said.

“So you are a rich boy.”, she chuckled. She then snorted, “I should make my escape now before it's to late.”, she sarcastically said and I gave her an amused confused look. “I live in a small town where half is rich and trust me, my family doesn't get along with some of them because I live on a farm.”

“You don't smell like a farm.”, I teased. “You smell like vanilla.”

“That's because my host parents drowns my clothes in vanilla soap when she cleans my clothes.”, she chuckled. She then frowned, “Do you miss your parents?”, she asked, looking up at me.

I put my hands in my pockets and looked straight forwards. “A little, maybe.”, I said since 'no' seemed to harsh to say. I was enjoying my interdependency and being hidden away from the lime light with no paparazzi shinning a camera in my face, trying to get juicy gossip about Vladimir Abramov oldest son.

“I miss mine very much and it seems like Skype with them isn't helping. My Italian isn't perfect, so I'm not making allot of friends. I'm starting to think it was a mistake coming here, I have never felt so alone.”, she said, frowning as she looked down at the ground.

I didn't know what to really say to her to cheer her up. I had always hated moments like this where it was a guy job to comfort a girl, but I hardly know her and she'll probably pull that can of pepper spray on me if I touch her again.

I found it amusing because it was cute.

I looked around my surroundings and realized where I was. I smiled and took a chance by grabbing her wrist, “Come.”, I said as I lead her around the block and pointed at the fountain as I lead us over to it, “This is the Speranza Fountain. You make a wish of your greatest hope and wishes.”

“I remember seeing this one in a tourist guide pamphlet.”, she said. “And if someone takes your coin, they will have to make that wish come true or they'll be curse for stealing the coin, that's why no one really takes it because that person that made the wish could never reveal what he or she wished for.”

“You are correct.”, I said, chuckling at her. When we stood in front of the foutian, I let go of her hand, and reached into my back pocket, giving her a Euro coin. “Make a wish.”