Changing For Her

Naturalmente, Amore Mio

I am so sorry that I haven't updated in forever. People have started to message me asking to contintue the story. I can't promise when I'll post the next one since my schedule sinces to forbid it. College is tough, guys, I'm not gonna lie. But here is the next chapter. Also, Many people want me to add Selena's perspective for one or two chapters. Since I am a guy and have no idea what goes on in girl's heads, would anyone (probably a girl) like to write it? If you are interested, email me at marcoslombardi509@gmail.com with your idea and maybe a copy? It'll be like a contest in a way. Anyways, email me with ideas and enjoy this chapter. The picture to the right is one I took of my street I grew up on.

        “Figlio di puttana!” I shout at a car that cut me off, effectively breaking the silence between Selena and I. “A fanabla, Bastardo!”

            Her small but amused laugh is what makes me tear my eyes away from the driver I was currently releasing some not-so-nice words at. “More Italian profanities?” she questions, “I think the only Italian I’ve heard you speak has been all profanities.”

I shrug my shoulders, “What can I say, it reminds me of home.”

            “Speaking of home, you still have to tell me about your Italian childhood. You promised me, remember?”

            I glance at her again, remembering the promise I made to her in the Party America earlier. “Yeah, yeah. I remember. But you don’t get to know until the party,” I reply. She gives me a cute little pout. “No matter how cute you look, I’m not gonna tell you yet. It’ll add to the mystery,” I smirk.

            “Fine,” She gives up and crosses her arms, once again giving me a pleasant view, “I’ll wait for the party.” She sits for a moment then speaks again, “Can you at least say something that isn’t a profanity?”

            A small chuckle escapes my lips, “Naturalmente , amore mio,” I say, easily switching to my native tongue. “Il tuo corpo è bellissimo e Voglio fare l'amore con te.” Finally, I get to say something suggestive without getting an eye roll or a punch.

            She narrows her eyes at me in suspicion. “I know that corpo means body so I can only assume the rest of your sentence was something inappropriate about mine or your body.” Damn that girl and her brain.

            I raise my hand in defeat, but only for a second, I am driving after all. “You got me, Goldstein, but in my defense, we Italians are known for being lovers so of course I will say something like this to you.”

            “What did you even say, Marco?” She begs once again using her effective yet destructive puppy dog pout.

            “Oh modonna! Fine, no more of this pouting, you are making me into a soft man.” I sigh a little, “I said that your body is hot . . .”

            She rolls her eyes. See! I knew she would roll her eyes. “I am simultaneously flattered and annoyed but you also said something else,” she points out.

            I nod. “Yep”

            She stares at me, “Well . . .?”

            “Well . . . what?” I question.

            She lets out a frustrated groan, “Are you going to tell me?

            I act as if I’m actually considering this. “Nope,” I say, causing her to let out another groan.

            “You’re unbelievable,” She states.

            I smirk again, “I know, right?” Damn, I’ve got a huge ego.

We finally make it to James’ house after a few minutes of arguing over my mysterious comment. I pull into my already designated parking space, turn off the car with a push of a button, and make my way over to Selena’s door to open it. She steps out and slips her arm through mine as we walk towards the front door. I knock on the door and turn to face my little Yankee. She has a quizzical look on her face, understandable since I am currently staring at her, trying to piece together my sentence.

            “Thank you,” I eventually put together. It only comes out as a whisper since we are already so close. I’m not complaining though.

            “For what?” she asks me, also in a whisper.

            “For accepting my fake proposal,” A small smile plays on her lips, “and coming with me to my own party.” I pause for a second. “And also for this.” I lean down so that my lips meet hers. She doesn’t miss a beat and kisses me back, allowing for her mouth to open slightly.

            The sound of the door opening isn’t what makes me stop but rather the voice that followed, “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

            I remove my mouth from Selena and look at the interrupter with an irritated glare only to be met with Amber’s amused grin. “Getting the party started already I see?” She teases.

            Since Selena wasn’t answering, probably because she was embarrassed being caught kissing me by her best friend, I grumpily responded with, “Yeah, it was a pretty great party until it was rudely interrupted.”

            Amber laughs at me. “Then you’re not going to like this next part, Marco.” She grabs Selena’s arm, “I need to talk to Selena. Right now.” Before I respond, she and Selena are already halfway to the soda bar. Even though I’m a tad ticked off that my date for the evening, with whom I was making out with earlier, is being kidnapped from me, I still couldn’t keep a smile off my face. Maybe it was because I was amused or maybe it was because I had a fantastic view of Selena while she walked away.

            David, James, and Ash find me at the door. I forgot I still had to keys to Rudi until James ripped them from my hands. He coos at them for a bit while David, Ash, and I stare at him.

            “What?” He looks at us confused, “I missed Rudolf.” We laugh at his antics and make our way towards the dance floor, eyeing some girls to dance with.

            “Anything interesting happened, Marco?” David yells over the music.

            I look over at the soda bar where Selena and Amber are talking. “Yeah, you could say that.”