Hey guys another chapter today in on a roll, plus I'm in a happy mood today cause I got a couple reads and votes so keep it up also I know who is playing Koustos it's wait for it ...... it's Zac Efron if that how you spell his name, anyway I'm writing this while im running so yeah a enjoy this lil chappie from me, Oh and whoops I just realized Koustos comes in like chapter 7 opsies but when I write this in word it seemed like less but eh and on a plus side that means the chapters will be longer and so will the whole book
BON VOYAGE
For now
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GEMMAS P.O.V
The sunset was too beautiful. It almost made Gemma feel panicked because she couldn't save it, The blobs of paint on her palette, usually inspiring, looked hopelessly drab.
The sunset burned with a billion watts of light. There was no light in her paint. She put her palette and her carefully prepared panel on top of the wardrobe so she didn't have to look at them.
She perched on her windowsill, gazing of the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn't have it. Why did she feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?
She heard the bustle of a feast being prepared down stairs. Grandma and Bapi were celebrating their arrival with a big meal and a bunch of neighbors.
Her grandparents had sold their restaurant two years ago, but they hadn't lost their love for food, Gemma guessed.
Spivey, rich smells, one after another, floated upstairs into Gemma's room, mixing together for a preview of the full meal.
"Gemma! Almost ready !" Grandma shouted from the kitchen. "You dress and come down !"
Gemma threw her purple suitcase on the bed, so she could keep her eyes on the window. Getting dressed was rarely exciting to her. She wore practical clothes, "stodgy, dull, and pathetic," according to her friends.
She didn't like people having more reasons to look at her, to think that how she looked made them know her. Shed been the show pony too often as a child.
She stuck her feet into a pair of best up brown loafers and headed downstairs.
"I made a meatball," Taya declared proudly from the kitchen.
"Keftedes," Grandma clarified over her shoulder, equally proud. "Taya is a Kaligaris. She likes to cook and she likes to eat !" She gave Taya a hug to confirm what a good thing this was.
Gemma smiled and went into the kitchen to praise and investigate.
She and Taya were already putting on their turtle-and-hare show. Everyone paid lots of attention to Gemma at first, because she was striking to look at, but within a few hours or days, they always fully committed their attention to exuberant, affectionate Taya. Gemma felt Taya deserved it.
Gemma was an introvert. She knew she had trouble connecting with people. She always felt like her looks were fake bait, seeming to offer a bridge to people, which she couldn't easily cross.
Grandma cast a look at her outfit. "You are vearing that to our party ?" She asked looking at my jeans and a simple pink tee shirt.
"I was thinking so. should I wear something fancier ?" Gemma asked.
"Well . . . " Grandma did not look particularly stern or judgemental. She more looked mischievous, like she had a secret that she wanted you to ask her about. "It isn't a fancy party but . . ."
"Should I change too ?" Taya asked. Her shirt was dusty with breadcrumbs.
Grandma was about as good at keeping her secerts as Taya was. She looked at Gemma conspiratorially. "you see, there is a boy, he's like a grandson to Bapi and me. He's a nice boy. . . . ." She winked.
Gemma tried to freezer the pleasant look on her face. was her grandmother seriously trying to set her up with a guy less than six hours after she'd arrived ?
Gemma really hated being set up.
Taya looked pained on her behalf.
"His name is
Koustos," (pronounced Kouu- st-uos ) Grandma plowed on, oblivious. "He is the grandson of our dear friends and neighbours."
Studying her grandmothers face, Gemma had a strong suspicion that Grandma hadn't just cooked up this idea in the last hour. She suspected grandma had been ploting this whole thing for a long time.
She knew that arranged marriages were still popular among Greek parents, particularly in the island, but God !
Taya laughed awkwardly. "Um, Grandma ? Boys love Gemma, but Gemma a very hard on boys."
Gemma's eyebrows shot up. "Taya! Thanks a lot!"
Taya shrugged sweetly. "It's true."
"Gemma hasn't met Koustos," Grandma said confidently. "Everybody loves Koustos."
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The sexy Greek boy
Teen Fiction"Gemma." Gemma looked up from her journal as Taya appeared in her doorway. Taya scrambled in and sat on her bed. "People are here, you know. The party's starting," Gemma had heard voices downstairs, but she was prepared to pretend she hadn't "He's...
