I stepped off my plane, my flats making a small tap with every step. I was nervous, I mean, this was my first time in a foreign country, of course I was nervous.
My father taught me a little Italian, I learned it mostly on my own, but I was in no way fluent, although I had been studying for three years. He mentioned us going to Italy, simply for a trip when I was twelve, and I thought it would be helpful to learn the language. But as time went on we stayed in America, but I still continued to learn Italian, just for the heck of it really. He also said French was always safe to learn, so I learned the basics of that, don't know why though, I wasn't going to France.
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I walked down a flight of stairs, humming with each step, it was nothing special, just something I made up on the spot. Then once I got to the main lobby of the air port I was suddenly surrounded by people, they seemed angry and tired, maybe because they were just on a plane for 15 hours for a 3 day trip. but I was there for a whole 2 semesters. I couldn't be more happy. The one thing familiar I saw in this crowd of strangers was my name, written on a sign held by a elderly man, in bold letters, I assumed this man was to take me to my dorms
"Hello?" I waved to the man that carried the sign.
"Hullo, I assume your Ella Ulliva?" The man said with a thick accent.
"Indeed I am," I smiled
"Well follow me this way then miss," he turned and I followed in his direction.
The airport was full of foreign people rushing to check in, find their bags, and get a rental car. This was going to be a exciting experience.
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The man led me to a large black SUV, I felt important. Like I was part of the royal family in London, on my way to brunch.
I sat in the back seat and stared out the window, the streets were cobblestone, I've never seen such a thing. The people looked nice, but some seemed...passionate? I've heard Europeans are much more passionate in everything they do compared to Americans.
We drove for 2 hours, I listened to classical music, slept and thought. I was deep in thought thinking, who was I going to meet? Would anyone like me? How do I even approach a Italian? Oh Christ, this is going to be horrible.
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The SUV jolted to a stop which shook me from my thoughts. We were here, the boarding school. It was huge, and so beautiful. It looked as if it could be 100 years old.
I started to grab my things from the back but the man who drove me stoped me, "no,no,no. I'll get it love"
"Oh, thank you. Oh and, I never got your name sir?"
"It's Marco" he smiled
"Nice to meet you Marco" I returned his smile.
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"So I have a dorm to myself?" I entered the dorm and looked around, it was huge.
"Yes madam. Looks like your father got you the suite, lucky girl you are"
"It does appear that way doesn't it?"
He left me alone with my bags and I walked around my room, touching and admiring everything. Every piece of furniture had such detail. I laughed from excitement and hopped on my bed, so soft. The sheets were silk and fluffy. The bed frame was beautiful wood, and like everything else in the room, so very detailed.
How much did my father spend on this room?
It had to be in the thousands for this room alone, and plus tuition it seemed it would be in the millions. What was he thinking?
I started to unpack and by the end of everything it was 8:00 pm. I needed sleep, I started school tomorrow. I prayed that jet lag would hold off until the week was over. But in my mind I knew tomorrow I would be half asleep all day.
I got under the soft silk sheets and drifted to sleep in less than 5 seconds.
Day one in Italy: check
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Hello! Thanks for reading. If you haven't gotten what's going on right now Ella is Oliver's daughter! And before you leave because you wanted a story of Oliver and Elio, not this Ella chick, let me tell you, this story has a lot of our boys. I just needed to get a start. The POV will switch every so often, just so you can get a idea what other characters are thinking and such.
Idek if this is actually going to get any reads but I hope it does!
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Fanfiction(ON HOLD) The year is 1993. It's been ten years since they last saw, or spoke to each other. Elio was now 27 Oliver was 33 Oliver had a 15 year old daughter, that had enrolled for her first year at a elite boarding school in Italy, the same elite b...
