call me by your name • byler

2. apricot

➵ "NON VI SEMBRA INEDUCATO COME DICE 'LATER...'? ARROGANTE? mi sembrache facciamo di tutto per farlostare a suo agio da noi." will raves, as pours his glass of water at the dining table. don't you think it's rude when he says "later...?" arrogant? "after all, it's just to show him a good time here."

"i don't think he's arrogant, dear. i think michael is shy." joyce says, deep in thought. "he's here, alone, to study at just 19. quite young, he's only 2 years older than you, william. but he's a good student."

will sighs. "he's not even coming to dinner. where even is he, half the time? not like there's much to do here." marzia snorts from up front of the table, as she distributes pasta into her plate.

"i'm telling you, he's just shy. you'll grow to like him."

"yeah, but what if i grow to hate him?" joyce looks at him, a smile playing on her lips. 

"può togliere i piatti di mr. michael?" she tells mafalda. you can remove mr. michael's place setting away? mafalda nods as she picks up the plates and silverware in front of oliver's empty seat. will watches as she does it with no hesitation. 'hm'

》》》

➵ the light is dim in the living room of the majestic house. ladies talk amongst themselves, as a show drones on in the background. wil sits in the chair bored. he wonders where mike is. what does he even do?

"will, play something." joyce urges him from her seat, gesturing towards the grand piano in the corner. she sips wine from her crystal glass, slightly cradling the cup.

"no mi va." will answers, looking straight ahead. i don't feel like it.

joyce clicks her tongue. "ah, perchè non ti va?" why don't you feel like it?

"perchè non mi va!" he answers sharply, catching the other people in the room's attention. they don't think much of it. will is often bored.

"pourquoi tu ne vas pasà moscazzano avec les autres?" joyce says, switching to french. why not to moscazzano with the others?

"j'en ai pas envie." i don't want to.

"ah, tu ne veux rien faire, darling." joyce says, disappointed. ah, you don't want to do anything, darling. "go out. go see your friends. do something. take your girlfriend out. "ne reste pas là comme une araignéesur le mur, mon chéri!" don't just be a spider on the wall, darling!

"marzia is not my girfriend." will grumbles. joyce lets out a small laugh.

"that's not what she was telling me the other day."

"well, she was telling you wrong." the rest of the guests laugh at the silly banter, till will finally gives in. 'fuck's sake' he thinks as he walks over to the piano and begins playing "moonlight sonata."

》》》

➵ michael pulled into the house, gliding on his bike in from town. he looks around for will.

meanwhile, will lays on his bed in his room, reading a thin book. he sighs in boredom, as he places it aside on the side table. his mind starts to wander. soon he thinks about mike. his protruding cheekbones, and sharp jawline. his faint freckles. and soon his mind isn't the only thing that starts to wander.