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Letters to Juliet | Michele Crispino

"Because the truth is, Sophie, I am madly, truly, deeply, passionately in love with you."
- Charlie, "Letters to Juliet" (2010)

Michele and Sara had met her when she came to college in Italy from [Home Country]. Sara immediately took a liking to her. And Michele found himself drawn to her as well, however, he had never had any interest in relationships.

Just a year later, at 19, Sara and [Name] had become best friends. [Name] as it turns out, didn't talk about boys or flirt that much. Which Michele could appreciate. It meant that his sister would (hopefully) have less guys trying to date her.

It also turned out that [Name] was a very talented woman. She was double majoring in Linguistics and Psychology. Not to mention, she had an associates in Paralegal Studies.

However, unless Sara initiated their conversations, neither of them would talk to each other. He thought, however, when she talked, he could listen to her beautiful voice all day. It was just one of the many things that made her beautiful to him.

Smart, beautiful, talented... He didn't understand why she didn't date anyone. There were plenty of boys at their university that had asked her out.

"No thank you," she would smile, "You're really nice, but I kinda like someone."

And they respected that... But who did she like? He would often ponder this.

When they graduated, just this year, actually, Sara suggested that they all take a week to go to Rome or Vorona.

[Name] said either one sounded wonderful to her. Sara decided on Vorona, because of Juliet's house. Michele grunted that that was okay.

They packed their bags, and left for Vorona. On the plane ride, Sara sat on the end with [Name] in the middle. Michele had asked to be next to Sara, but his sister knew of his crush.

"Mickey. You've been crushing on [Name] since we were 18. You're not good at showing emotion," Sara said, "So, maybe sitting close will help." She giggled as he got flustered, "Besides, it's a short ride."

[Name] blushed as their hands brushed, and pulled back, "Sorry." She whispered.

He looked at her, incredulously. Did she think he hated her? Or did she not like him touching her? He quickly looked away and grunted.

[Name] could never figure him out. Sometimes, he'd just stare at her, other times he'd avoid her, and then sometimes, he was just plain rude.

She gently asked, "Do I make you mad?" With a concerned look.

"No." His voice was a touch gravely, but still felt smooth as silk on her ears.

"Oh. Okay." She looked down at her phone. 30 minutes and we're there. She thought.

Sara glared at Michele. He could practically see her thoughts, Speak up, idiot! You like her! Just because you're over protective of me doesn't mean you can't be in a relationship!

Yeah. She was right. He thought about asking her out on this trip.

Once in their hotel room, which was very large - containing three beds, and a couch - they started making sure everything was where it belonged.

"I think I'm going to visit some tourist attractions, I'll be back later. Ciao." Sara said, winking at Michele.

"Ciao!" Both remaining party members exclaimed.

[Name] looked at Michele awkwardly, "I'm going to take a shower..." And, picking up pajamas, and fresh underwear, she departed to the bathroom.

Michele laid back in the bed. He heard her start singing, which was absolutely beautiful. He hummed along, but didn't realize that she had come out.

"Michele?" She giggled, "Where you listening to me?"

His eyes opened and he sat up from his position laying down on the bed, "Erm... Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Would you like to go look around?" He asked.

To say [Name] was shocked was an understatement. "Sure! O-of course!" She smiled, "Let me dry my hair..."

He shook his head, but agreed.

"Ready?" She asked as she stepped out.

"Yeah." He smiled, taking her hand.

Michele looked between them, and smiled gently, squeezing their intertwined fingers, "Let's go to Juliet's house." He said, looking at the map on his phone.

"A-alright..." [Name] blushed.

On their way there, Michele was no longer smiling that small, gentle smile. He was glaring at every man that so much looked their direction.

[Name] wondered why, exactly, he was doing this. He was being so gentle and loving earlier. Now he was kind of angry and almost paranoid.

"Michele... What's wrong?" She asked, as he put his arm around her waist.

"Nothing besides the stupido idiota," he spat in the direction of one man, "men looking at you." He hugged [Name] more tightly to him.

[Name] blushed, "Michele..." She mumbled, "I don't think..."

But he wasn't paying attention.

As they approached Juliet's house, Michele approached someone and asked him to take a picture of him and... Did he just say girlfriend?!

[Name] blushed, and as he put a hand around her waist, the elderly man took a picture, the came up to the two and said in a thick Italian accent, "You are a beautiful couple. Blessings that your happiness be forever." And walked away.

[Name] looked at Michele, who was staring at her, not with the angry or paranoid eyes; but with soft, loving eyes. "Bella..." He started.

He called me beautiful!!!!! She silently freaked out.

"You honestly make me so happy. I never considered relationships until I met you. Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, cupping her cheek.

[Name] blushed profusely, "Of course!"

And Michele leaned in closer, "Are you sure?" Their lips were almost touching.

[Name] was breathless, "I am beyond sure."

And Michele sealed her acceptance with a kiss.

A squeal was heard from the entrance to the courtyard, "FINALLY!"

It was Sara, "I'm so happy!!! Congratulazioni!!!!" [1] she squealed.

Michele looked down at [Name], "I... Love you."

[Name] looked into his eyes, "I love you, too."

[1] Congratulations! In Italian.

Maaaaaan. My dudes. I've had two or three votes and load of reads. Thank you all so much! I cannot articulate how knowing you guys enjoy this makes me feel!!! For a long time, I'll be honest, I felt like crap about my writing. It only got worse as I took a creative writing course in the college I was attending and my old hag professor kept belittling me. But now, I feel much more free. Again, thank you so much! I'll talk to you in the next part!
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