Dan and Phil's daughter Italy gets her marks the night before she turns 16. But she's in for a tough journey with her soulmate Cameron. This is the tale of their first year as a couple.
Sequel to Matching My Marks
The way she let me in, she just held me. Her head rested on my chest as if she trusted me with her life. She let her guard down around me. She's amazing in every way, and I'm excited to find out more underneath these layers. She's going to be my princess, and I'll sure as hell treat her like one.
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The party was over and there was a small of group of us cleaning up. Italy, her dads, her best friends, and me. Italy was just positively glowing, beaming up to the skies. I'm not sure if it was from me, or the party. Either way, I'm positively happy that she is so happy. I want her to always be happy, no matter how cheesy that sounds.
We danced along to the music that was playing on her phone as we finished, and I grabbed a balloon. Nicking part of it with my tooth, I inhaled some of the helium from inside the balloon and snuck up behind Italy. "Well hello there," I giggled into her ear. She laughed and turned around, rolling her eyes at me. "Do you like me like this?" I wink. She nods and takes the balloon from me, drinking in some of the light gas.
"Definitely." Her voice came out high as a chipmunk, causing me to double over with laughter. Apparently, we weren't the only ones who decided to inhale helium, because the other four people left came over each with a balloon, speaking with a squeaky voice.
You can bet your ass that nothing productive got done for the next half hour.
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When we finally finished and were getting ready to leave, we all walked out. I was going to take Italy home, her friends would go in the car they came in, and her parents would drive themselves. When her friends spotted my motorcycle, they started freaking out.
"Holy crap you have a motorcycle? Can you drive me around?"
"Dude that is so cool!"
I just chuckled and clipped on my helmet, handing Italy hers. She clipped it on and tucked the end of her braid into her top to make sure it wouldn't get in the way. After everyone said goodbye (even though we would be seeing each other soon) and left, we got onto my motorcycle.
"How do you feel about taking a ride first Butterscotch? Before we go back to your apartment?" I offered, kicking the stand up.
"Okay," Italy replied, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting head on my back. I made my way onto the road, driving us around. She pointed out some of her favorite spots, and I pointed out mine.
We live so near each other, yet we have never met before. I wonder why. All I know is that she's my perfect girl, the one who's meant for me. She's my forever and I can't wait to see how we age, our love being infinite.
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Everyone was waiting for us when we got back. I stopped my motorcycle and popped the stand so it would balance on its own. We got off and took off our helmets.
"Pay up!" Dan chuckled. The others groaned and all pulled money out of their pockets, handing it over to him. Italy seemed like she was used to this and just asked for her cut of money from her dad, which he handed over. I sat there very confused, and no one said anything about it for a while, just heading up to the apartment and continuing into conversations. I followed silently, trying to understand that I think they made a bet?
"Can someone please clue me in?" I finally say, sitting on the couch with Italy strewn across my lap. She laughed and sat upright, running her fingers through my hair.
"We always place bets on whoever is the last person to show up. How long it's going to take. Winner gets the bet money and the last person gets a small portion of the winnings. We've been playing this game for about two years now. It's a family game. Me, my dads, best friends, and my aunts and uncles and cousins." She explained. Everyone else nodded, confirming her story/explanation.
"So why don't you just be last every time and get money every time?"
"Because you get money when you're late, yes, but the second time it is half of what you get the time before. After that, you don't get anything. We also built that into the rules to prevent someone from purposely being late every time." Dan answered this time, sitting across the room on the island counter next to Phil, his head on his shoulder.
After that, the discussion was over. Everyone went into their own little side conversations. But my eyes were left on Italy's parents. They looked so in love, even after 18 years of being married. I wonder if that is what Italy and I are going to turn into.
"I have a question," Italy whispered into my ear, clearly not wanting to attract attention. I turned to her, our noses almost touching. "Do you want to spend the night?" She asked me. "I know it's kind of sudden but you could borrow my dads' clothes and we could maybe just talk and cuddle..." Her voice trailed away as she realized that she was beginning to ramble.
"I would love to, but I need to be home tonight. I don't want us to move too fast Butterscotch."
"But my dads moved in together basically right away and look at them now."
"We're not your dad's though. I know we'll be just as happy, but I want us to take it slow. Your dads were older than we are when they met. We're young, we have time to be together. Let's take it slow okay?" I stroked her cheek and she leaned into my touch, nodding in agreement with my statement.
"You're right. We're not my dads. We can do things the way we want, we shouldn't compare us to anyone else. We're us." She gives me an Eskimo kiss and rested her head on my shoulder.
~~~
"I'm going to miss you." Italy pouted. The two of us stood outside by my motorcycle. The sun was setting behind us, a sign of how long I had been there.
"I know me too. But we always have the marks and our phones. We don't live that far away. I'll text you when I get home, okay?" I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her braid was taken out, her curly hair cascading freely. She nodded and wrapped her arms around my torso, hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around her as well, holding her close. We stayed like that for a minute, in just comfortable silence. We finally pulled away and I kissed her forehead before I clipped on my helmet. Italy sniffled and waved me goodbye, stepping back. I smiled and set up my motorcycle, blowing her a kiss before I drove away.
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"What was she like?"
"Do you have any pictures?"
"What about her family?"
I sat in a reclining chair and told my parents the story of the girl who was meant to be my forever.
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Teaser: Italy's nightmare
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