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14: loving you

martedì 23:34

Paulo has created a chatroom.

Paulo has added Charlene.

Paulo: Hey bby what room are you in again?
Charlene: 521
Charlene: Cmon Pau the popcorn is getting cold
Charlene: I put extra butter in too
Paulo: Okokokok I'm coming
Paulo: Also I'm bringing turkey sandwiches from downstairs :D
Charlene: uwu
Mario has invited himself.
Charlene: wtf
Mario: PAULO WHY ARE YOU IGNORING MY TEXTS
Mario: MY SANDWICH IS GONE
Mario: I LEFT IT IN MY ROOM
Paulo: This is a private chatroom how did you....?
Mario: Omg wait
Charlene has left the chatroom.
Mario: CRIES IN CROATIAN.
Mario: Finally my ship has sailed.
Mario: Been rooting for you two since you had problems with Anto.
Mario: Also what kind of a password is 'PauloIsTheBest'?
Paulo: So you're not mad I took your sandwich?
Mario: Well, bitch, fuck no. I'll fuck you up during training on Friday.
Paulo has left the chatroom.

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mercoledì 00:02

Mario's turkey sandwiches actually weren't that bad. Paulo and Charlene are guessing he probably got them from the café downstairs of the hotel in Milan, took it out instead of eating in, but made the mistake of leaving them on the television stand because our favorite Argentine took them.

So now Paulo and Charlene were in her hotel room, continuing their marathon of Parks and Recreation—they're currently on season 4, the episode with Ron and the Tammys—eating Mario's sandwiches.

"Why does Ron have so many guns?" Paulo asked, his head resting, of all places, on Charlene's boobs. "Like, I know it's America and shit, but isn't that concerning?"

"I mean, it's Ron Swanson, what else did you expect? And hot damn," she took a bite out of the now half-eaten sandwich, "this sandwich is so good."

"Oh, thank God," he sighed in relief, "I was starting to think I took them from Mario for nothing. Phew. At least I'll get my ass beat knowing you liked the sandwich."

She snickered, trying to muffle it but was met with Paulo's undivided attention, mouthing an offended what? "Come on, Mario wouldn't beat you up over a sandwich."

"Uh—" His hands reached over and grabbed his phone, quickly opening it and shoving proof of the chatroom in Charlene's face. "Look at this. Is it common for Croatian people to be this mean? Mario is like a whole new level of threatening."

"I think you're overreacting. Mario is fine."

"Easy for you to say! You're Croatian! You're his kind!" Paulo exclaimed.

Honestly, the boy would do anything for Charlene at this point—two weeks into their relationship, and eight million heart eyes deep in his love for her—that he would steal something from Mario, Juventus' own Loki Odinson. To say that he liked Charlene was an understatement, Paulo felt a whole new adoration and intimacy with her.

(Just like how Andy and April got together.)

More or less, he was more in love with her than he was with Anto. But if you asked him what about her is so lovable, he wouldn't have answer. He'd just smile.

Just like how her fingernails make his lips curl, painted rose pink by yours truly on their third date, Doctor Strange playing in the background, it was one of Paulo's fondest memories that he hoped to remember for a long time. Seeing her smile makes him happy, knowing that he does make her happy after all.