All the way to Italy.

"I'm Funny?"

chapter 3

I watched for what seemed like years, anxiously staring as the ink dried. The seconds turned to minutes and I started to worry, was he ok? Did he need help? At first  I didn't understand how someone, I didn't even know, could make me feel so tense and alert but I decided not to question it. So there I waited at my old rickety desk in the musty, dark corner of my room.

Then out of nowhere, I could feel the cold of something pressing into my skin as I smiled cheerfully and watched the word unravel onto my skin.

'I am Ilario Moretti.'

My heart skipped a beat as I sank back into my bed, a dark blush crawled its way onto my cheeks. I giggled with delight repeating his names out loud.

"Ilario... His name is Ilario!" I chuckled and grinned to myself, I wanted to take things slow so he wouldn't think I was weird but at the same time, my heart wanted more. Deep down I wanted to get to know him,  be friends and even more.

I reached out for my marker and began to write down,

'My name is arr-'

"Arron~! Your foods getting cold, if you don't come down here I'll eat it!" The sudden loud yelling from Sammy startled me as I let out a small yelp.

"y-yeah! I'll be right down just umm, wait for a second!" I sputtered out as I took as glance down to my arm and gasped. When I was scared I must have dragged my pen across my arm, because right across my name was a dark red line. Panicking I jumped to my feet rushing to the bathroom. I began to fumble around with things, looking for a towel so I could quickly rub the ink off before it dried. 

I didn't want to make a fool of myself just yet!

"Hairbrush, no. toothpaste, no. urgh! where's a towel at!" I hissed but as I looked down to my arm I saw that Ilario had left a response to my screw up.

'Ha Ha, you are funny!'

I blushed as my nerves slowly calmed down.

"He thinks I'm... funny?"