•• the one where •• •• Mattia spends the summer in California ••
(Alejandro is 19 while Mattia is 17, adds to the culture in the story!)
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Third Person POV
Mattia had never been outside the state of New Jersey before, so this was all new to him. His family had packed up for the summer, renting a house in Santa Monica, California. From the start of summer, to the end of it, he'd be in a new state across the country from all of his friends. He didn't know what the fuck he was going to do.
"Do I have to go Ma? Can't I just stay with Kairi?" Mattia begged his mom for the 100th time since the morning started. His mother shook her head, sighing as she set another box by the front door. She was finishing packing the car up.
"Mattia, I've already told you, I'm not leaving you with another family all summer. I don't care if Kairi's mother seems okay with it, you're a handful, figlio." His mother finished, turning to go back into the house. Mattia was hot on her trail, adamant about staying home for the summer.
"Mamma!" Mattia dragged out, sitting at the dining table and putting his head in his hands. He knew she was right, but he couldn't help but want to stay. All his friends were here and it was the summer before his senior year.
"Can I ask Papà?" Mattia tried one last time, hoping she would give him the opportunity to ask his father. As his mother grabbed the final box from the kitchen and carried it outside, he yelled to her again.
"Mama!" Mattia said, his accent thick as he spoke the Italian words.
"No, amore mio. Not this time." Mattia's mother set her hand on his shoulder comfortingly, understanding his pain, though still holding her ground.
"Mattia, vieni ad aiutarmi con le borse di Gianluca!" Mattia heard his father call from upstairs. The thick accent of his father much stronger than his own.
"Arrivando..." Mattia yelled back, making his way upstairs, a pout set permanently on his face. Or so it seemed permanent.
A Month Later
Mattia made his way down the stairs of the large home, he'd since gotten used to. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apple off of the counter and kissing his mother on the cheek. She was preparing breakfast for the family.
"Non stai mangiando con noi, amore?" His mother asked, looking over her shoulder at the tall boy behind her.
"No, Mama, I'm going to the boardwalk today." Mattia said, taking another bite of his apple. Mattia hadn't really left the house since they had arrived, almost a month ago. Of course he left when his family forced him to, but he hadn't done anything on his own yet. He was bored, so why not?
