That boy knocked at my door again, I have no idea what his excuse for coming to my house this time.
"Mea, come to the football field with me!" He came again, but with his football this time. He was standing outside out my backyard. Luckily, the wooden fence blocked his sight.
"Not now, Nick. I need to study," I said, feeling so annoyed. He is always my best friend. We grew up in Massa, living in the same neighborhood. This summer, he is preparing for his Fiorentina youth academy. He had been doing this for days and he didn't seem to be tired.
"Come on," he begged again, but this time, he was climbing over the wooden fence to take me out.
He grabbed my hands, and I can feel the sweat on his hands. He turned around and looked at me, he said very seriously: "I think we should leave at the front door this time." I laughed. He could always make me laugh.
"Mea, don't forget to come back before dinner. Nick, why don't you come too?" My father asked before we were heading to the field. He left so quickly that he couldn't even get an answer yet.
And that was how we started, at the city of Massa. My name is Mea Bonello and he is name is Nicolo Zaniolo.
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RomanceYou made me feel like a teenager in love, so don't let me down. Mea, means she who belongs to me in Italian, belongs to her annoying boy in her neighbourhood. Nicolo, meaning the winner among all, is wonder kid of Italian football. All he ever care...
