All Things Matter.

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March 8th, Province Of Chieti, 1988.

Just as morning started I heard groans coming from the room beside me. I tried to ignore it but his silent groans pained me on the inside.

As I walked past his room, I stopped and turned back around. I remembered that in that room consisted a bunch of records which were all chosen by me. I smiled and took one out.

As I turned on the song I love. Probably the most clichèst song ever. It's French.

He groans lightly and I took notice. I turned around and he was laying down with his eyes open. 

"Morning sleepy head." I joked. He opens his eyes and looks at me. He struggles to smile before rubbing his eyes.

"I feel like shit." He says. I chuckled.

"Yeah they've got you good, uh I need to run to meet someone for something meet you here back at...Ten?" I asked. He scrunched his eyebrows before nodding. I nod going closer to him and placed a little kiss on his sweaty forehead.

His little pale face turned red for a moment.

I rushed out before it was too late.

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I needed to meet a friend at Chieti. A friend from school. You know, the one who came from the army and stuff yeah, apparently I was supposedly supposed to meet him in the middle of Chieti. 

As I saw his figure. I went off my bike and rushed over to him. He turns his head and runs to me too. He gives me a hug swaying me from side to side.

"Tesoro!" He says. I chuckled and removed myself from him. I rubbed his head and felt only skin.

"(Nice haircut slick.)" I said. He shakes his head, rolling his eyes before placing his arm around my shoulder.

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We ended up in a little shop where we had coffee and such. This was my breakfast.

"(You going?)" He asked. I furrowed my eyebrows and rank my tea.

"Party." He cleared. Oh, I nod and gave him a small smile.

"(So...What happened? Did you ride a helicopter or did you take your gun out and-)" I rambled. He just chuckled at my uneasiness.

"(We did actually use guns. But not on people. They beat us up pretty well.)" He says lifting his sleeve to see a bullet hole. I winced he just nervously chuckled.

"(Don't worry. I don't hurt as much.)" He says cheekily. Dang those Venetians know how to handle this correctly. I smiled and stood up. I looked at the gold watch my parents gave me on my eighteen birthday.

"(I have to go now, bro. See you tomorrow.)" I said. He nods and we did our handshake. A little jiggle you know that.

I rushed towards my bike and rushed home.

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As I returned home I see the main entrance open. Guessing that Mikelè has just dropped out and cleaned the front of the house. To my consent it was correct.

"(Mikelè? Where's Craig?)" I asked. She looks inside and points. I turned my head and saw Craig walking down the stairs with shaking legs.

I laid my back on the wall and thought about the party. Then I thought about Roberto. I've had a crush on him since the year three in our school. But...I was just thinking.

"Where have you been?" He asked coming down and walking past me towards the fridge. 

"Hm?" I confusedly asked back. He opened the orange juice and poured it into the cup. I was lazily thinking now. Abrupting my head with the party and Craig.

"Where did you go?" He asked walking up behind me. I blushed slightly and nods. I sucked in air before saying.

"Just met an old friend." He thought for a while before nodding.

"Roberto?" He asked. My eyes widened and I turned to him. How did he know? Has he been snooping in my room?

"How did you know that?" I asked. He shakes his head and picks something up from the pocket of his robe. He picks a paper up and gives it to me.

"This was on the floor once I came out...I just wanted to ask...Why is he much more important to you then I am?" He asked. My heart skips a beat. I grabbed the paper from his hand and looked at it.

'Ill mio cuore batte solo per te. 

- Roberto.'

It was unintentional flirting. He was just giving me this to say that he was grateful that we were friends. I looked at him.

"You don't understand..." I said.

"At what point do I not understand? It's clear you prefer him than me. What do you even see him?!" He says anger growing in him. I closed my eyes as he throws away his book on the floor going up to his room.

I flinched as the sound of the door hits the wall angrily.

I closed my eyes and let the tears go.

Was he really that jealous? Or was it because he felt something for me?