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(Peiro Piccioni - Amore Mio Auitami)
[Based on the book written by Andre Aciman, ''Call me by your name'' For obvious reasons, I changed the plot a bit. For example, Y/N is eighteen, not seventeen. Rudy is twenty-two.]
Somewhere in northern Italy, 1983
''Nothing gives a fearful man more courage than another's fear.''
You read gently. The sun beaming, the wind gusting slightly. You hummed, an 80's classic blaring through your headset you had gotten last Christmas. The rhythm of J'adore Venise sending you into a state of relaxation. ''Y/N'' Your mother had called from the Kitchen.''Y/N, come here darling. The guest has arrived'' Your eyelids had fluttered open, grabbing your walkman and pausing the tune. You sighed, walking inside your large house. ''Y/N, meet Rudy. He'll be staying with us for a few weeks. Rudy this is Y/N, our beloved daughter'' Your father said, a smile plastered on his face. ''Hello.'' You said shyly. He returned with a simple nod, handing you his luggage. ''Y/N-why don't you show him to his room.''
This happened every summer. A college student would stay with your family for a few weeks. Your father, he was a professor. He loved this. He loved welcoming students into his home for six weeks. In fact, it was his favorite part of teaching. You--you hated it. You had to lend your room to a stranger for half the summer, sleeping in a small guest room. ''Y/N/? Doll?'' you mother had called, snapping you back into reality. ''Hm? Oh- my apologies mother'' you had bid your parents a farewell, carrying his luggage to his (your) room. Rudy was arrogant from your view. He seemed unkind, tough almost. He was silent, completely silent as you both made your way up the staircase. You opened the door to your room, his eyes wandering. ''This your room?'' Rudy asked. His voice was raspy and quiet. You nodded. ''Figured.'' He muttered, his body flopped on your bed, kicking off his shoes. ''Is that a compliment or an insult?'' you asked. ''Both. It's kinda' babyish, no?'' He had a point. Disney princess posters plastered on your walls, your walls layered with bubblegum-pink paint. He unbuttoned his blue shirt, tossing it across the room. ''Don't get too upset, your room is kinda' cool.'' he smirked. ''how old are ya' anyway?'' ''Eighteen'' ''Hm. Maybe you should get a tad upset,'' he smirked. ''Uhm--do you need anything else, Rudy?'' He shook his head. ''Nah. Just gonna' take a nap, later''
