Green Hearts

Chapter 24

"I don't know, it does look more Mexican than Italian"

My neck is twisted looking at my miniature projection from many different angles till it feels like my head would fall off

"There is nothing wrong with it! Italians didn't have whatever it is you are looking for in their houses. It was pretty simple living" Muna groans at me from my bed

"You don't know that" I whine

"Yes, I do" she retorts and I let it die down, my thoughts moving back to trying to discover what is putting me off about my projection

"I don't know Muna, something feels off about this setting and I don't want to have to read 'The Godfather' again to know what it is" My eyes never stray from my work

Yes, I did read the whole book before starting this project for mentality building and it helped very much this far

"Damn girl, there's literally nothing wrong here. Can we go eat now? I swear my intestines are tied in hunger" she grumbles and rubs her exposed stomach

I laugh and roll my eyes at her before they go wide with realization

"Eat?" My eyes snap back to my project "Yes! I knew something was missing" I say and pluck out the dinning table

"Uhm what?" Muna sits up looking confused

"It's an Italian family house," I gesture to the project, happy with myself "the dinning table has got to be a lot bigger. They are Italians for Pete's sakes"

"Ohhhhhhhh cause of the large family and friends and shit?" She asks and I nod my head at her

"But I'll work on that later" I shove my phone in my Jean and hop out of the room "So where are we going?"

"Off campus boo, I need Starbucks in my life" she groans dramatically as we make our way to her car "I wish you were driving, I'm so hungry I feel I'll swerve off the road"

I laugh and shove her shoulders a bit, walking to the passenger sit "You know I can't"

"Yeah, I know but it'll be nice. Why not not take your dad's offer of having a driver" she asks as she eases out behind the wheel before turning the engine on

"Dude, no. That's way too much attention for an issue I'm trying to keep on the down low" I fold my arms across my chest and stare out the window

I feel her fingers on my side and I jump from the tickle, yelping loudly in the process while she laughs at my expense

"What was that for?" I groan and make sure to press myself against the car door and away from her. I shoot her a glare

She knows how ticklish I am

"You were sulking so I needed to revive your mood. You're welcome" she smiles to herself, her eyes trained to the road as she drives

"Well I wasn't thanking you" I stick out my tongue at her

"Very mature" she comments with a laugh

I plug in my phone to the car speaker and scroll through my playlists to pick that which best fits my mood

"Uhm excuse you, I don't need your depressing music in my car. Get your damn hands off my set" Muna detaches my phone and I resist the urge to bite her fingers off

"Shut up, you dingus. My music isn't depressing" I attempt to plug my phone back but she uses her free hand to block off my movements, not once looking at me

"You listen to Korean music boo, that's depressing enough. Except it's Yachty, you can get your behind out of my car" she says with a smirk that I just certainly want to slap off