"You're my Golden Experience.."

Chapter 1

"This place is really beautiful when it isn't raining." Mista joked, pressing his hand against his wrist. He broke it a while ago, after tumbling off a rooftop. How dangerous he was. Giorno perked up, hearing his remark. It was silent for about five minutes before he said that. In all honesty, he had no words to say, so he replied with a quiet chuckle.

"Is something bothering you, Giorno?" Bruno said, peering over Mista's shoulder and lifting an eyebrow. "Oh, no. Of course not," Giorno smiled, shaking his head, "I'm fine, just enjoying the view." "Yes, it is nice, isn't it?"

Another few minutes had passed, the silence beckoning to get rid of. Mista yawned, before stretching. "Well, I'd say we should be heading back soon, right?" He looked over at Bruno, waiting for some kind of reply. Bruno nodded, still gazing out upon the beautiful view. "You're right. We should. Everyone else must be tired of waiting.. We have been missing for a while now."

The gang, minus Giorno, Bruno, and Mista, were infact tired of waiting for those three. They planned to meet up nearby a resturaunt, but of course, they had gotten sidetracked and stopped for a while.

Mista and Bruno began to continue walking. The resturaunt was about six blocks away, so it wouldn't be much of a walk. Giorno had gotten caught up in a train of thought, not realizing the others had already started to walk away. "Oi, Giorno, pick up the pace or you're gonna get lost!" Mista had called back to him, snapping him back into reality.

"Oh- shit!"  Giorno quietly hissed, standing up and rushing to catch up with them. As soon as that was done so, Bruno quietly laughed for a quick moment, covering a bit of his mouth with a finger. "Ah, my apologies.. I was just thinking again." "About your dream?" Mista suddenly said, smiling widely, yet jokingly. Such a smooth mixture of emotions..

"My dream isn't the only thing on my mind," Giorno replied, pocketing one of his hands, /which surprises me if he even has any pockets/. "Oh? What else could be on your mind then?" Mista froze in place, before resuming his walk cycle, though now next to Giorno. "What else? Uh.. Well, maybe what's going to happen once we get to the resturaunt.." A sheepish chuckle followed that, as he looked away.

"Well, are you imagining, hmm?~" He leaned toward him a bit, pestering the answers out of him. Bruno smiled a bit, starting to listen into the conversation /like the good mom he is/. "Well, how pissed Fugo would be that we're late, Narancia yelling at him to stop yelling, Trish about to beat the crap out of both of them, and Abbacchio listening to music and drowning out the entire scene. Then us arriving, and that's when everything explodes right before our very eyes.."

Mista raised his eyebrows, a confused grin creeping onto his face. "Wow, that's specific.." "It's a habit that I tend to do," Giorno shrugged, nudging him a bit with a giggle. "Yeah, I guess I'll have to get used to that, huh?" Mista sighed, straightening himself back to his regular posture, before glancing at their capo. "Hey, Bucciaratti, how close are we to the resturaunt?" "Just a few more blocks.. We're nearing it."

Giorno had started to look around the current landscape, kind of in awe of how beautiful Italy is.  He rubbed the side of his sleeve, before stretching. "Mmm... This resturaunt was further than expected.. We should've arrived by now.." Bruno looked around. They weren't lost or anything, just moving at a slow pace. "I bet if we run we'll make it." Mista then chimed in, before actually running ahead of the others. "- H- Hey! Wait a second!" Giorno followed behind him, trying to catch up. It was heard in the distance of Mista laughing triumphantly, before followed with a loud "OW!". It seems Giorno threw a rock at him.

Bruno had started to walk faster, trying to catch up with the two "kids". Giorno had sped up, tripping over Mista's foot. Before slamming face-first into the concrete, he felt a firm grasp on his upper arm. "Eh-!" Giorno jolted, before getting pulled backward and back onto his feet. "Be careful next time, GioGio.. Haha." Mista chuckled, shaking him slightly by his shoulder. Giorno nodded slowly, feeling a bit akward. "Whatever, " He looked up, " .. Mmm, is that the resturaunt over there?" Mista followed his gaze, before Bruno had caught up. "Yes, infact it is." Mista was about to run forward to get to there, but decided to calm down and just walk.
They arrived