When in Italy

Chapter 5

I went down to the bakery and walked up to the line. Lina smiled when she saw me.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Me and Kyle got hungry we uh… went for a run earlier.” I said.

I hated lying to people. But it wasn’t a complete lie. We did run, from each other.

“Oh ok. What would you like?” she asked.

I looked up at the menu; I had never been to an Italian bakery before. I hadn’t heard of almost anything on this list, or known how to pronounce it. I found a ham sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and onion and ordered 2.

“What would you like to drink?” she asked.

“Nothing. We’ll just get some water at your place.” I said.

“Alright.” Lina said.

She turned around and yelled the order in Italian to the people in the kitchen.

“So how much do I owe you?” I asked.

Lina leaned over the register and whispered.

“It’s on us.” She said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She smiled.

“Thanks.” I smiled.

“So where’s Kyle?” Lina asked.

“He stayed back at your place. He, uh… wasn’t feeling well.” I stuttered.

That wasn’t a total lie either.

“Oh. So you guys are good friends?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. Neither of our parents lives with us, so we’re stuck with each other a lot.” I said.

Lina took the food off the try that was handed it to her and pulled out a bag.

“So are you guys, dating?” she asked me, placing the food in the bag.

Believe it or not, I got asked that question a lot.

“No, we’re just really close, but not in a romantic kinda way.” I said.

She grabbed some knives and napkins and tossed them in a bag.

“Let’s just say we have a complicated relationship.” I smiled.

She smiled and handed me the bag.

“Well, um, tell him I hope he’s feeling better. And we’ll be back soon.” She smiled.

“Sure thing.” I smiled back.

I took the bag and headed toward the door. I knew Lina had a crush on Kyle and I felt bad. Kyle was so serious about this family business sometimes, he could be a total fun-mood killer. And when he wasn’t serious, he was just like every other teenage boy: arrogant, cocky, annoying, and extremely flirtatious. I’d only know Lina for a couple hours, but I could already tell she was a sweetheart. She seemed like the type of girl who was fun, and kind, and caring, like those girls in the movies.

 But don’t get me wrong, I’d totally set them up but Lina couldn’t handle Kyle’s many personalities. I could barely handle it, and I’ve spent almost my whole life with him. Besides, if I tried to set them up Kyle would just be all like “There’s no time to get distracted, we have serious work to do” or some crap like that, and Lina would get her heart broken.

Lina was my friend, and I’d love to get her a boyfriend, ‘cause she totally deserves one. Kyle… he’s my friend too, and I’d love it if he was happy with another girl. But let’s face it, Lina and Kyle could only be together, if Lina had a different attitude.

She had to be: tough (which she really didn’t look like), outgoing, cunning, clever, and quick. She had to have that one thing, the thing that could let you talk to people. People like Kyle, and get them to calm down, or cheer up, or get them out of a mood. And then I realized… she needed to be more like me. Me.

I opened the door to the apartment and didn’t see Kyle. I walked in the kitchen and he wasn’t there. So I started down the hallway looking for him.

“Kyle? Kyle?” I called.

“Upstairs.” I heard him say.

I turned around and went up the stairs. This T.V. room was huge, but I don’t feel like explaining it. I walked over to Kyle who was sitting on the couch, flipping through channels, and resting his feet on the table in front of him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I said, dropping the food on the table and putting my hands on my hips.

“Looking for something to watch. I wish I could speak Italian.” He said not looking up at me.

“No, I mean with your legs.” I said.

He looked at his legs, then up at me.

“What?” he shrugged.

“Ugh, you are a piece of work.” I groaned.

I bent over and picked his legs up and dropped them on the ground.

“Why’d you do that?” he asked.

“Not your table, so don’t put your feet on it.” I said.

He rolled his eyes and went back to the T.V. I sat next to him and grabbed the bag. I pulled out our ham sandwiches and handed him his. I threw the bag of potato chips at him and accidently hit his head.

“Oops, sorry.” I smiled.

“You did that on purpose.” He said.

“No I didn’t. I swear.” I said.

He rested his head on the back of the couch and flopped his head over to look at me. I did the same thing and looked at him.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He simply said.

“Ok.” I replied.

“Are your eyes green?” he asked.

“Bluish-green.” I said.

“I like em, they’re pretty.” He said.

“Thanks. I like yours, they’re pretty.” I said.

He gave me a sexy half smile and leaned closer and gave me a long kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you.” He said.

“That’s what friends are for.” I smiled.

He smiled back at me, winked, and turned back to the T.V. Yep, complicated relationship, that’s for sure.

A/N

I didn't realize I hadn't updated in so long... oops. Well I hope you liked this chapter it's pretty short. Make sure you read, comment, and vote. Also go read A Diamond in the Rough, Complications of Being a Teenage Triple Threat, Nothing But Trouble, and Abriella(: