Broken Promises and Ripped Dresses

Looking for Augusto

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Chapter 13. Looking for Augusto 

"Are you coming or what?" Andrew asked for the tenth time as I changed in the bathroom.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I yelled back at him.

"You said that twenty minutes ago!"

After my embarrassing peek at a shirtless Andrew, I had fallen asleep with that lovely image ingrained in my mind. I'd slept for about an hour and a half until he woke me up to start getting ready.  I wouldn't wake up so he scared the bejesus out of me by suddenly jumping up and down on my small bed and hitting me with a pillow. And of course one hit with a pillow leads to... a full out pillow fight.

So after I'd woken up to that, I retaliated by grabbing the pillow from underneath me and slamming it into his face, which surprisingly made him fall back onto his own bed less than an inch away. He pretended to be hurt when I sat down next to him on my knees asking him if he was okay when he hit me with one again. Anyway that happened over and over again for about twenty minutes, and now I'm finally changing.

"You know, you may beat me in almost everything else," I said as I walked out of the bathroom. "But I will always kick your ass in a pillow fight."

"Oh please," he answered, rolling his eyes. "You could hardly hit me with one of those pillows without feeling bad about it afterwards."

I glared at him. "Keep one eye open tonight, Andrew... keep it wide open."

"Ooh, I'm so scared," he joked.

"Anyway, how do I look?" I asked, twirling around in my dress.

I was wearing a blue and white dress, a pink cardigan, and a patterned scarf with weird designs on it. I wasn't one to really care about my outfit matching. I also had some white flats on and my tan hand bag. All in all though, one of my better outfits.

"I think you look great," he said, looking me up and down. "But how do you want to look?"

"Well, I want it to say 'I destroyed your fifteen thousand wedding dress and I'm sorry, but I need to have your other copy of it'. Do you think it says that?" I asked.

"Then it's perfect. As soon as he sees you wearing that he'll totally know what you're up to," he answered sarcastically.

"Hardy har har," I replied. "And why are you dressed so nice?"

He was wearing black jeans and one of those more attractive plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"I want to look good for all these hot Italian chicks we're going to be passing by today," he smirked, putting his arm over my shoulder and walking us over to the door.

"Seriously, Andrew?"

He chuckled. "You're too gullible. Of course I'm not doing that, I'm actually going for a look that says 'I'm an accomplice in the destruction of the dress, and I'm here to help my friend bribe you into giving her the other version'. So does this represent that?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but I think it needs one more thing," I said, pointing at his shirt.

"And what is it?"

"The words 'Help me find this dress or my ex-girlfriend is going to kill me in my sleep for making her come to Rome for nothing' in big, silver letters," I answered smirking.

"Ok, I'll remember that for next time," he joked, laughing. "But would you really kill your ex-boyfriend for making you come all the way to Rome?"