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Lyla Rossi is is a enterprising, quirky, ambitious 17 year old Australian model from Melbourne.
Jack Silvagni is a 17 year old passionate footy loving star, hoping to be chosen as the father-son pick for Carlton blues.
With both y...
"Jack, put me down!" I giggle as I pound on Jacks shirtless back as he jogs over to the gleaming pool water, me slung over him musclier shoulder. A wicked smirk was plastered on his beaming face the both of us wore and haven't discarded since I returned home to Melbourne, 6 days ago. Since then Jack and I have barely left each other's side as we have spent every passing moment with friends, Robbi and the Silvagni family that have always felt like the family I never had... After every rumour and event that took place that vile night was cleared and clarified between Jack and I, we bothered with nothing but each other while trying to stay as far away from the paparazzis lens as possible. But that didn't stop the whispers and rumours that both Jack and I got bombarded with when we ever lifted our heads in public. We then decided we had to set everything clear with not only our friends and family, but also the rest of the world that viewed our relationships downpour too, for not only my growing career, but Jacks with the blues as well. We had to show who we really are, and that nothing that the press do or say will shatter us again.
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98,2340 likes Lyla.rossi Word of advice to everyone out there, whoever you may be, don't believe everything you may here❤️I love you @jacksilvagni
After clarifying that Jack and I were sill together and that the rumours the world believed were false, the worlds media had seemed to exploded because of my 'unpredictable' relationship according to every journalist around the globe. But that was all unthought of now as Jack and I were mucking around in our newly perched Melbourne house by our freshly designed poolside.
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"Jack I swear, if you make my hair touch even a drop of that water I will never make you my peperonata pasta again!" I warn him only half serious. My diluted Italian accent, faded but still visible. "What?" Jack asks fearfully. "Okay, okay your feet are firmly on the ground Ly, now please still make me your peperonata, pleaseee, you know it's my favourite."Jack begs jokingly as he wraps his strong arms around my slim waist and pulls me close against his firmly built chest, a cheeky grin worked onto his attractive face. I release an exaggerated sigh as my hands press firmly to his tan chest as I lean my head backwards dramatically before leaning my head forward and pressing it again his. "Oh fine, only because you said please." I reply back cheekily before wrapping my arms around Jacks neck and pulling him in for a kiss before backing him up slowly and throwing the both of us into our dimly lit pool. "I love you" Jack chuckles against my lips as we both come up for air. "I love you too. Now come on! We have to get ready for your team dinner, I can't wait to meet everybody!" "Ahh Ly, do we really have to go?" Jack questions. "I just want to stay home with you tonight." Jack mumbles against my bare neck as he nibbles on my ear, teasingly. "Jack we have to go, coaches orders!"I yell out as I race out of the pool and straight upstairs, overly excited for tonight as I hear Jack release a disappointed sigh before chasing me up our stares to our shared bedroom.
