Olivia and Co.

Settling in

Hey guys! What guys... nobody is reading my story... Well, um ok that was sad. Hopefully someone will read this story someday.

Anyway, the picture above is where they're going to live in LA. And yes, for once a wattpad family will not be rich with huge houses like in every other story.

Disclaimer: There will be minor swearing in this chapter. 

So, what else is there to say other than enjoy the chapter.

Olivia's POV:

The cab pulled over in front of a deteriorating apar  tment block. The neighborhood was definetely poor but it was nothing we weren't used to living on the outskirts of Rome.

Obviously our income had lowered since the 'incident' happened. Our mom barely worked anymore so the only money we earned came for my older sibling's part-time jobs and my granparent's charity.

One after the other we all crawled out of the car.

"Finally, some space!" sighed Jacopo. 

"I know, it was getting so claustrophic in there," exclaimed Camilla, adjusting her hair. 

"Well, you'll have to get used to it. Our apartment is probably even smaller than that car." said Leo. Not helping the situation at all. 

"I think the apartment looks amazing! I can't wait to decorate my room!" I say, trying to remain positive. 

"What are you talking about, the apartment looks like merda (shit). Why did we have to leave Rome in the first place?" says Talia.  

My mom doesn't really answer. She just stares into nothingness, like she's been doing for the past year and a half. 

It's crazy how long ago the incident happened. Seems only yesterday we were a happy family laughing and smiling and...

"-Olivia," says Daniele, concerned "Stay with us ok?" 

He's right. I can't let my mind bring me back to the incident. I need to stay present. Stay positive. 

Together, we carry our luggace up the stairs to the 5th floor. There is no elevator but eventually we reach the top. Our mom didn't carry any bags. She just followed us silenently behind. 

"She's never going to be the same again, is she?" said Jacopo, sadly, out of the blue. 

"Hey, don't say that little bro," said Leo wrapping his arm around Jacopo. "She just needs more time to process all that's been happening. Everything will go back to normal in no time," 

"For the first time ever I have to agree with Leo. Don't worry about mom Jaco she'll be fine," said Cami. 

Personally, I wasn't sure if I believed my older siblings. I know they were just saying those things as to not worry Jacopo. But I'm not a little kid and when something is wrong, we need to face the facts. 

But it was better if I didn't tell Jaco. Leo and Cami are right. We shouldn't worry him any more than he already is. 

So instead of saying what I thought I just told him, "They're right Jaco, why don't you go and pick yourself a room, ok?" 

Jacopo just rolls his eyes at me as if to tell me to stop treating him like a baby. I can't help it though. He's the only sibling who is younger than me and it feels good babying him even if we're only a year and a half apart. 

It turns out there are exactly 3 bedrooms in the apartment. One will be for my mom. The other will be me and the twins. And the last one which is really small will belong to Leo, Dani and Jaco. Some of us will have to sleep on the floor.