X, Luca

Chapter XV

Dear Journal,
I'd want no one else by my side.

I was slightly jostled awake, gentle kisses pressed along my neck, "Wake up sleepy head." I smile softly at her voice and open one eye to peer out the window next to my bed only to see that there was no light coming through it. "What time is it," I mumble, pulling her onto me. "Three am." My eyes shot open, earning a giggle from Skye. "Would you like to explain to me why I am being woken up at an ungodly hour," I ask, looking down at her smiling face. "I have a surprise," she whispers, looking back to me.

Skye pulled the covers off me and pulled my hands to get me up. I got up off my ever so comfy bed, wanting to get back in and followed her. We walked over to my closet and she started pulling clothes, shoes and everything else out. "What're you doing? And why at three am babygirl," I ask, running my hand through my hair and leaning against the doorframe of my closet. "We're going somewhere," she mumbled, now packing one of my suitcases, "you handle your carry-on." I looked at her questionably, but grabbed my backpack and put things I might need in it. "Can I have some more info babe," I asked again, sitting on the edge of my bed, now in a hoodie and jeans. Skye just shook her head, finishing with my suitcase.

"Okay, let's go," she whispered, a huge smile plastered on her face. "I can't just leave, not telling Nönna, princess," I sigh, holding her hand and looking into her eyes. "Good thing I already did for you," she giggled, pulling me down the stairs and into my living room where Nönna was awake watching some show on an Italian network we had found. "Sii sicuro e divertiti, Luca, per favore." "Sí Nönna, ti amo," I said, pressing a kiss to her temple before walking outside to Skye's car.

"I would really love to know where we're going, my love," I said to her, placing my bags next to hers in the trunk. "Well, since you won't stop begging," she said, pulling on my hoodie to make me closer to her, "I've decided that we as adults, should go on vacation by ourselves," she whispered, looking up at me, a smirk plastered on her face. "Where might this vacation occur," I questioned, placing my hands above the waistband of her leggings. "How does Aruba sound?" I looked down at Skye, a smile taking over my face and I let out a soft chuckle, "sounds great, babygirl."

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"Hey baby, I got your coffee," I managed to get out, still a bit tired. I sat down in the terminal next to Skye, who eagerly took the coffee out of my hands. She returned to her phone while I spent a few minutes looking at the other people that were in the airport at 4:30 in the morning. I wasn't really shocked to see many business men and women walking around. There were a few celebrities here and there; however, that was common in LAX. "Babe," Skye mumbled, nudging me to get my attention, "Huh, wh-," I stop, realizing she's taking a video on snapchat. I just leaned in to kiss her, as she laughed. I was in no mood to have my face on the internet this early in the morning.

"You think you're funny, don't you," I question when the video is over, shifting so I was now laying down, my head in her lap. "Maybe," she whispered, a slight smile on her face while she played with my hair. "I love you, Skye Malika Zaman," I smile, genuine with my sentiment. "I love you too Luca Gian Amoretto," Skye smiles back, running her hands through my hair.  I grab one of her hands and kiss her knuckles. "Heading off on your honeymoon," a voice coming across from us from an elderly woman sitting next to her husband asks.  I don't bother getting up but respond with a quick laugh and "no ma'am, we're only 18. We're going on vacation before we head off to college." Skye smiles politely at the older couple, never really one to be comfortable around people she didn't know. "Well you have us and probably everyone else fooled," the man laughs. I meet his laugh and get up off of Skye. "Thank you. I'm Luca by the way," I say shaking the hands of the couple. I still notice that Skye is sitting, and motion for her to come over. "Oh, sorry," she nervously mumbled, scrambling to get up, "Skye."