The Diary of Sicily in Venice

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing something in the form of diary entries. As the chapters go on (assuming I can continue), I might get off track o.0 but I'll try my best to focus and make sure I'm still in the 1950s and not somewhere in 2014....hahahahahaha. I stink at research too, so if something's off about the historical credibility, please tell me so! That is all...

April 23, 1952

"If there's one thing I've learned in all my 14 years of living, NEVER--under any circumstances-- trust my mother, because she is just that kind of woman. My mother has made it quite clear that she wants me married and out of her house. Not because she hates me or anything, she just thinks its about time. I don't think so. Why can't we be like the Americans and have a law made about marriage? I'm almost certain that any girl my mother makes me marry will undoubtedly turn me down and leave me standing there. with all the hues of embarrassment painted over my face. I am most certain."

July 14, 1952 (writing from my hotel bedroom in Venice)

"My parents decided on a frivolous whim that we needed to take a vacation. Yeah...a vacation from our aristocracy (This said with sarcasm). They had agreed on Sicily, Italy because that's the I was named after, but I quickly deterred that and hinted on Venice. I absolutely hated Sicily, I'd been there on more than one occasion and it had always been a traumatizing experience, let me tell you."

  "And so Therefore, it was decided that we would go to Venice and we left as soon as soon as the sunrise came. I didn't think to ask of the rush. but I didn't know what I knew now. If I had known, I would've hurried too. But of course, that was then and now it's now. It's not so bad being here in Venice, though. The air is warm, the beaches are beautiful and the breeze...its...I cannot explain it with words. It's just wonderful like that, and it was because of this breeze that I decided to go to the beach. Just to walk and feel the warm sand between my toes"

July 14, 1952  (Already evening, the sun's about to set)

"I've met the most wonderful of creatures! So beautiful, you wouldn't think him to be human at all. You'd think he might be an immortal beauty! With raven hair and sun-kissed skin. And eyes as warm as...as...lava cakes! He's absolutely beautiful, and to think I'll be spending almost the whole summer with him! Finally, some good will come out of this trip"

July 16, 1952 (Early morning)

"It's quite ridiculous to say, but I have turned into such a formidable stalker. All day yesterday I stealthily followed him and learned his name through his interactions. They call him Laine (or Lane). It's such an elegant name, just one syllable yet it makes my heart leap.....what am I saying? I sound like such a girl. I think I'm going to talk to him....Yes, I'll become friends with him :) Wish me luck!"

July 16, 1952 (Late night, in my bed)

"I did it.....I spoke to him! It was during breakfast, I spotted him in the cafeteria and pretended to get my breakfast too, even though I had already ate and was so full, that I could've burst right then and there....but i didn't thankfully. I kept an eye on him and saw my chance to approach him. He was getting butter from the condiments table. I casually walked up and put powder over my donut, unable to think of anything to say

Just say Hi, I willed myself.  So I did, a bit shakily, but I did it. He smiled and said Hi back, our conversation kind of went like this.

"Hello"

Laine's focus, which was previously on the butter, turned to me. He smiled "Hi". I had only hoped that I wasn't blushing too madly.

"I've seen you around before...and I was wondering if you'd like to play beach volleyball with me..." I tried to look anywhere but in his eyes, which looked so warm and chocolatey. Yum....

"Sure, I love to play volleyball!" His face brightened and he put the butter down. I had to use the cart to keep my balance because that accent was magnificent. The way he said "love" was more like "Lawv" "LAW-V"!

I smiled spontaneously and said, "Oh Okay, so after breakfast then?". Thank you mother for all the years of forcing me to floss!

"Yeah! And my name is Leonard, but everyone just calls me Laine" He said while slapping more butter on his bagel. This boy sure loves butter....

"Oh, that's a nice name. Mine's Sicily". I said. Laine arched his eyebrow.

"Sicily? Like the place?" he questioned. I felt like dying, but I nodded anyways. Damn you parents for cursing me with such an unnatural name! "That's so cool!" He exclaimed before I could go on about my name. It was at that point that I had to say my goodbyes, because I was undoubtedly blushing like a mad man. I said goodbye and sat down with my family. They curiously looked down at my tray (Now filled with powdered donuts), but said nothing of it. And that's how that went down.

Such a curious thing to say...."cool". Maybe he's been to America before.

 A/N: I've always loved the Dear America books, which is probably what sparked this....story (Not really...kind of...), Anyways, if anyone manages to stumble upon this story PLEASE VOTE....if you didn't think it was a complete disaster, that is.