Today was officially my first day of kindergarten, mom told me that I had no reason to be scared, but no matter what she said, the butterflies in my tummy would not go away.
"Now, you be good for your teacher, and be sure to make lots of friends." Mom zips up my jacket as she speaks.
"I'll try." I say quietly.
"That's all I can ask." She watches the school as the loud bell goes off. "You better get in there before you're late, I'll be here later to pick you up, okay?" I nod. "Good, now get going."
She nudges me toward the entrance, which I hesitantly walk toward, looking back every few seconds.
I walk into the school, and toward my new class, which I had already been given a tour of a week before.
I walk inside and see the familiar multicoloured desks and walls, that make me smile out of instinct.
I look around the class, just to see who looks nice enough to be my friend. I spot a girl at one of the art tables, and sit down next to her.
"Hi." I say shyly to her. She turns to me and scrunches her nose.
"Ew." She quickly gets up and runs away, leaving me alone, the tears about to start flowing down my cheeks.
"Hello!" A loud voice says from beside me, I look over and see a girl, who has the biggest grin on her face.
"Hi." I reply quietly.
"I'm Victoria." She says loudly, I smile at her.
"I'm Y/n."
"I'm new here!" She says excitedly, barely able to keep herself on the chair.
"Me too, it's my first day today."
"No way! Me too!" She laughs, "Do you wanna be friends?" She asks me while scribbling down on a piece of paper.
"Okay, we can be best friends!" I shout excitedly, making her giggle.
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Present day
Who would've known that meeting a girl on the first day of school would have you set on a best friend for life? Not me that's for sure.
It's been 13 years since I met Vic, and to this day, we're still as close as ever. While she has been away a lot recently (due to the fact that she's in a band now) we still talk as much as possible, and we're both always there for one another.
Although Vic was always my best friend, I did manage to make some new friends over the years, two of whom I have been getting closer to since Vic's been gone. Mason and Dylan are the twins that constantly make me laugh, making me forget how much I miss Vic, and distracting me from every other negative thing in my life.
I am currently at the twins house, more specifically in their basement - turned games room, scrolling through my phone as we all lounge around, not really doing much. It seems like nowadays, all I do is scroll through Victoria's socials wishing I was apart of her life again.
The twins mom had asked if we wanted her to order some pizza before she left for work, and because we aren't psycho, we all said yes.
We hear a few doors open upstairs, and thinking that it was their mom, none of us really thought much about it.
There were a few more noises from the kitchen, so I got up to go help their mom with organizing the pizza, but as soon as I enter the kitchen, I'm met with a hooded figure, who is most definitely not their mom.
The figure was turned away from me, so I try to step backward as quietly as I can, but of course being who I am, I end up smashing into one of the many pairs of shoes laying on the floor outside of the kitchen, I didn't need to turn back to know that the person had heard it, so I instantly turned and ran to the basement, as I would never leave the boys alone without any knowledge.
By this point, I'm practically screaming my lungs off, one, because a stranger is currently changing me through the house, and two, I needed to get the guys attention.
With every sending that passed, the stranger felt like they were getting even closer to me, where eventually, as I reached the basement door, they grabbed my arm, leading me to practically body slam on the floor.
I heard mason and Dylan run up the stairs, and I knew that if I was going to give them any chance of getting help, I would need to do something. I turn over and firmly kick the stranger straight in their no-no square, as I had assumed that would hurt them enough to get me a head start.
The stranger instantly hunches down on the ground, as mason and Dylan help me up. We stare at the stranger as she groans in pain, but something about her voice sounds all too familiar.
I bend down and flip the hoodie, which had been covering her face, to reveal Vic. And suddenly I feel frozen. The boys reunite, with Vic still laying on the ground from my power kick. After a while, and some help from the twins, Vic finally stands up, and faces me.
"Hey there." She knew she was on thin ice, so her tone was very hesitant.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I say calmly.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like that." She chuckles a little. I shake my head and walk straight past her, making my way out the front door.
I didn't know where I was going, but I was angry with Vic, and I didn't want to be with her right now, although I did miss her desperately.
"Wait up!" I hear her shout from behind me, but instead of slowing down, I pick up my pace. Unfortunately, Vic has always been a lot faster then I am, which meant she caught up to me rather quickly. "I'm sorry!" She tries to get my attention, but I keep my head straight, not wanting to talk to her.
"Please talk to me, I didn't come home early to be ignored." She pulls on my arm gently, learning from the last time she grabbed it.
"You should've thought of that before you scared us half to death." I rip my arm out of her grasp and continue walking.
"I just wanted to surprise you, I didn't know you would react like that, if I did I would've just called you." I roll my eyes as I walk. "Can you just hug me, I think we both know you can't resist me for long."
I stop in my tracks and stare at her, for a while she looks uneasy, as she wasn't able to read my expression. Within a few moments, my arms are around her neck, and I'm hugging the life out of her.
"If you ever pull that shit again, I will kick you even harder." I whisper in her ear.
"Noted. Pretty sure I won't be able to have kids thanks to you." I finally smile at her comment, hugging into her even more then before.
My best friend had joined a band a few years ago, and even though I support her with my entire being, there have been times over the last few months that got a little too overwhelming.
Vic finally left to back home yesterday, after being apart for six months, due to the band going on tour.
It felt like today was the day that I could spend with Vic, and have it be something that we've both waited for, since she left.
She had asked me a few days ago to pick her up at the airport at 7am, and although it is extremely early, I agreed.
So here I am, waiting for her to finally come home. I knew I would be waiting for a while, which got me thinking about things that Vic would probably wanna do today. She definitely had to go see her family at some point, and there has to be some jet lag involved, so she could benefit majorly from a quick nap, but other then that, I can't really think about anything specific that she would wanna do.
Trying to plan out the day made me think a lot more about the plans for the near future. It was only a matter of time before She was shipped off again, to sing in some European country, or for another meet and greet, so I knew I would have to make my time with her count.
She was most likely going to go to her parents house for Christmas, which is completely fine, but I do hope that I'll be able to spend New Years with her and the guys - knowing that they're always together during that time.
Stupidly, I left my house an hour earlier then I was supposed to, I just assumed that The roads would be busy at that time, but much to my surprise, there was a very limited amount of cars on the road.
It felt like time passed by in an instant as soon as I put in my headphones, trying to pass as much time with the music blasting in my ears as I waited.
Two hands covered my eyes, making me instantly flinch, but when I heard that all too familiar voice speak, I knew I was safe.
"Guess who?" She whispers in my ear. A smile emerges on my face as I jump off my seat and wrap my arms around Vic, showing her how much I've missed her the last few months.
"You shouldn't scare me like that, it's not very nice of you." I mutter, still holding her in my arms.
"You know I love you!" She chuckles.
After a few more minutes of laughter, hugs and 'I missed you', we finally make our way back to the car.
I drop Vic off at her house and make my way back to mine, knowing that in the next few days I'll be able to see Her again, as her family and mine always spend New Years together.
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Finally the day has come where people make fake promises to themselves, and some lucky singles get to kiss their crushes, but for me, it's a promised day that I get to spend with my best friend.
The whole day, I had been helping my mom and dad set up for their party, whether it be hanging up banners, or baking cookies for the little cousins, I was helping out.
Vic arrived a few minutes before everyone else, making sure she was there to help if we needed it, but luckily we had pretty much done everything, so Vic and I just sat on the couch and spoke about tour until guests finally arrived.
Unfortunately the first people to arrive were my aunt and uncle, as well as their two, 7 year old, girls who have always hogged Vic, as they both seem to have a special connection with her.
"Victoria!" They yell as they run in, engulfing her in a tackling hug.
"Wow, I'm their blood relative and they love you more then me!" I say dramatically, causing them both to giggle and tackle me, before moving quickly back to Vic.
"Come on Vicky, we'll go play princesses!" The youngest yells, desperately pulling Vic's hand, making her follow them outside.
"I see Victoria could make it." My aunt says as she sits next to me.
"Yeah, she got back a few days ago, unfortunately she's been stolen from me." She laughs at my words, knowing her daughters favour vic more then anyone.
"I'll sure you two will have your time together Another day." She smiles sympathetically, knowing I've missed her more then anyone could understand.
"Hopefully she won't have to rush back to work anytime soon."
"So, I assume you haven't told her yet?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Of course not, I wasn't gonna tell her I was in love with her just before she goes on a long ass tour." My aunts eyes shuffle up halfway through my sentence, but I think nothing of it, until I'm finished, and she just keeps staring.
"What are you looking at?" I turn back trying to find what was so interesting, but I'm instead faced with Victoria. My face instantly goes red, causing me to run out, and into my room out of embarrassment.
My stay in my room seemed to last forever, but finally my mom popped in, telling me to come downstairs, so we can all celebrate together, which after some arguing I agreed and made my way down.
I found a dark corner and stayed there, hoping I could stay hidden until the night was over, where I could then hibernate in my room until Victoria forgets about what I said.
"Hey." I hear from next to me, I turn and see Vic looking very smiley.
"Hey." I say awkwardly.
"Ten!" Everyone shouts.
"Did you really mean it?" She asks me, I quickly nod, knowing she would be able to tell if I was lying anyway.
"Nine!"
"You didn't have to run away like that." I knew it was a bad idea to run, but I've always been particularly good at running from my problems.
"Eight!"
"I know." I look at the ground.
"Seven!"
"You didn't even let me respond." She chuckles.
"Six!"
"I just didn't feel like being heartbroken on the last day of the year."
"Five!"
"I don't think that I could ever break your heart."
"Four!"
"Still, I didn't want to deal with it being one sided." I keep my head down.
"Three!"
"Don't you get it?"
"Two!"
"Get what?" I look at her with furrowed eyebrows.
"One!"
"Screw it." She says as she pulls me in for a kiss. Suddenly the whole world feels calm, like nothing else mattered except Victoria and I.
Suddenly it feels like I've come back to reality, as I'm surrounded by clapping and cheers.
I pull away from Victoria and look at my entire family, who is staring at us with admiration and frustration.
"Finally!" My youngest cousins scream, making me hide in Her chest as everyone laughs.
"Y/n get your elbows off the table!" My mom snaps, clearly stressed out by the last few hours. In a span of three hours, my mother ended up loosing all of our outfits for dinner, and finding them again, 10 minutes before we actually had to be at dinner.
I smirk at her and slide my elbows onto my legs, not wanting to stress her out anymore then she already was, but also doing it in a painfully slow way, just to piss her off.
"When's the ice cream coming!" Ryan practically shouts from next to me.
"Give then a few minutes kid, we only just ordered it." I smile at him, which made his sour mood even worse. I look up at my parents, deciding now was probably the best time to bring up the whole 'going out after hours to meet a boy' without actually mentioning doing exactly that. "So, I was talking to a few teens on the boat earlier," this instantly catches my parents attention, "There's a party on the pool deck tonight, and I was invited, so I was wondering if I could go?"
"Who's going to be there?" My dad asks instinctively, forgetting that we were on a bot with a million people that I didn't know.
"Well, I only know one person who's going." My mother raises her eyebrows at my words, knowing exactly who I was talking about.
"At what time?" Dad continues to quiz me until he's satisfied with my answers.
"You can go, but don't be loud when you come back, I don't need Ryan to be even more cranky tomorrow." My mom side eyes Ryan, who was shoveling down the rather large bowl of ice cream that he was given.
"Thanks."
Quite honestly I never thought they would say yes, but I'm glad they did. I barely knew Ethan, but I had to admit that the crush I had on him was slowly growing with every passing day.
We finned dinner at about 8:30, which gave us enough time to say goodbye, and for me to still be on time for my quality time with Ethan.
"Right, now, if you get cold, you come and get a jacket from the room, here's a card for the room so you don't wake us all up when you get there. Be safe and don't do anything I wouldn't." Dad gives me a brief hug before taking Ryan's hand and leading him to our room.
"You better be safe." Mom stands directly in front of me, "Nice excuse by the way, a teenager only pool party, sounds like a disaster waiting to happen." I laugh at her attentiveness, and give her a quick hug. "He does seem like a nice boy, Ryan told me all about your interaction in the arcade."
"Oh gosh." I gasp and put my head into my hands out of pure embarrassment.
"Don't worry, I've been there. Just be careful okay, and don't fall overboard, I'm not a very good swimmer." She waves as she walks away, finally leaving me to go off on my adventure.
I walk upstairs quite slowly, knowing that I still had a few minutes before we actually had to meet.
When I finally arrive on the pool deck, I sit down on one of the stools that surround the pool, to wait for Ethan to arrive.
The nerves seemed to get to me with every passing moment, as I couldn't stop looking at my phone, counting down the minutes to 9 o'clock.
Eventually the time came around, and I sat up straight in the chair, waiting to see Ethanwalking out of the entrance to the cabins.
9:15.
9:30.
10:00.
Everything okay?
My mom texts me, it gave me hope for a second, but I quickly lost patience and got up to go back to the room.
As I enter the hallway to the rooms, I hear a loud voice practically screaming my name from outside.
I walk outside once again, and after seeing a panicked looking Ethan, I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt and join him outside.
"Hey." I say calmly, trying to keep my anger masked.
"Hi, I am so sorry, my friend got really bad sea sickness and I had to help him, and the rest of them wouldn't let me leave, I'm really sorry."
I could tell he was being genuine with me, so I held out my hand, waiting for him to take. Eventually he got the hint and took my hand in his. I dragged him along to the front of the ship, looking at the ocean ahead of us.
"It's kinda creepy isn't it?" He says at a volume that was barely audible.
"What is?" I look at him quizzically
"The ocean, we don't know what's down there, but it's just there. It just makes you think about life I guess."
"Never would I have thought you were the philosophical one." I laugh at his words.
"I can be extremely philosophical if I want to be." He tries defending himself.
We stand in silence for a while, admiring the view, while feeling safe with each other.
"Do you think we could hop that?" I say bluntly when my view focuses on the very tip of the front of the ship, which has been very deliberately blocked off.
I look at him after a few moments of silence to find him taking off his shoes.
"What are you doing?" I say with a giggle.
"It's easier to climb without shoes on." He smiles up at me, I quickly follow in his path, trying to make our preparations as quick as possible.
He takes off running for the fence, and after past ally lifting me over, we both make it to the other side.
"I really hope we don't get caught, I don't wanna be kicked off this ship just yet." I think out loud.
"Why's that."
"Because I found some nice company while aboard." I flash him a smile and step closer to the edge of the ship.
I spread my arms out, just like Rose did in titanic, and close my eyes, letting my senses be engulfed by the ocean.
I feel warm hands go around my waist, as Ethan holds me in place, while placing his chin onto my shoulder.
"We really could be Jack and rose, without the death of course." I giggle slightly at his comment, mainly focusing on the moment at hand, and not thinking too much about the future.
"Do we have everything?" Mom shouts as I walk out the front door, heading to the car.
"Yes sir!" Ryan salutes her in the doorway, she smiles at him as he skips over to me.
"And we're ready to go!" Dad was the last out the house, locking the door behind him and heading to the drivers seat.
"You seem a lot more excited about this then you originally were." My mom looks at me from the passenger seat as we turn onto the freeway.
"After thinking about it, I don't think it'll be too bad. Especially if they serve good food." I try coming up with a decent answer, not wanting to admit that I just want to see Ethan again.
"I'm sure there will be a lot to eat there, they said it's an all you can eat buffet." Dad adds.
For the rest of the drive, mom and dad make silly conversation, not including my brother and I, which was okay as I was mostly just daydreaming, so I definitely wasn't in the right headspace for a full conversation.
We eventually got to the dock, and even though the process of boarding the ship was almost insufferable, we eventually made it on, and headed to our shared room.
"Look at that view!" Mom shouts from the balcony, as she looks across the scenery.
"It's just different shades of blue." I say, walking outside to join her.
She smiles at me, and turns to see if my dad would hear what she was about to say.
"So, are you going to find that boy today?"
My eyes widen, as I had never told her that Ethan was coming on this boat as well.
"How did you know?"
"Please, give me more credit then that. I know you thought he was cute when we were shopping, then all of a sudden you're excited about the trip you've been dreading. I know you too well unfortunately." She smirks knowingly.
"Even if I wanted to find him, there's so many people on the boat, I think it's pretty impossible." I sit down on the one sub chair that was on our balcony.
"Just think about where teenage boys would be on a boat. That's how you'll find him."
"Is this just your way of making me take Ryan to the arcade?"
"Yep! Now if you go now, you'll be sure to find him before dinner. Ryan! Go get your shoes on, you're going to the arcade."
Ryan runs around the room, shouting about his excitement. I wrapped a hoodie around my waist, and waited as my parents gave Ryan the talk, before we headed out.
"Now if you get lost, you go straight upstairs and we'll meet you by the pools okay? And remember that the only thing you can do is stay calm. If you don't stay calm, we can't help you quicker then we can if you are calm. Okay bud?"
Ryan nods at my dads words. Finally my dad gives us a nod, letting us go adventure as they unpack all our stuff.
We safely made our way to the arcade, after getting lost a few times, Ryan instantly began running around, looking at the flashing lights on the machines, planning out his strategies for his gameplay. While he was running around, I got us the cards that we would need for the games.
"Okay, which one do you wanna play first?" I ask Ryan, he looks around in wonder, and I watch as his face lights up over the claw machine with little amount us guys in it.
"I want the red one!" He shouts.
I pay for one game, and attempt to make my little brother happy. Unfortunately, I haven't had much experience with claw machines, so ultimately, the whole experience was a flop.
Even though I knew I probably wouldn't get the plushie, I kept trying, for Ryan's sake.
"You suck at that game." A voice says behind me, just as I was about to pay for another game.
I turn around and am met with the boy I had seen the previous day, guess mom was right.
"Ethan! Hey, and yeah I'm not the best, but I have to try for him." I point to Ryan, who was too busy staring at the plushies to realize we had a guest.
"You have a kid?" His eyebrow cocks.
"God no, that's my brother. He's 14 years younger then me, but he's cute so I take care of him as much as I can." Ethan smiles as I talk about Ryan, clearly understanding the bond that I have with him.
"You know, I'm pretty good at those machines, mind if I give it a try?" I step aside and let Ethan try for the toy, hoping that he'll be more successful then I am.
I watch as he carefully positioned the claw, checking it at all angles, before pressing the bottom that will make it scoop up the plush.
Much to my surprise, Ethan ends up getting the plushie, and hands it over to Ryan, who smiles wider then over, as he thanks the stranger.
"I owe you one, I think I would've been here for a while if you didn't show up." I laugh, as Ethan and I walk behind Ryan, who is checking out the games that he can actually play.
"How about I take you on a date?" He blurts out, taking me by surprise.
"We're on a boat, there's not much you can do?"
"I'll make a plan. So, how about it?" There was absolutely no way that I was going to deny myself the pleasure of going on a date with him.
"Sure, but when?"
"Tonight after dinner, but keep the old clothes on, we can pretend to be Jack and Rose." He winks.
"So you have a death wish?" I instantly shoot down his flirty suggestions.
"Mood killer?"
"Always." I wink at him, mocking his earlier body language, as I walk slightly ahead of him.
We spent a little more time together, playing games with Ryan, and talking, until I got a text from my mom saying that we much come back, and get ready for dinner.
"So, we've gotta go, my mom wants us to get dressed for dinner. So I'll see you after?"
"Sure, we can meet by the pools at 9, and see what happens from there."
"Cool, I'll see you then. Ryan, let's go. Say goodbye to Ethan."
Ryan quickly waves at Ethan, as we walk away.
"Is that your boyfriend?" He asks innocently.
"No, not yet." I wink at Ryan, making him giggle as we head over to our room.
"Why do we have to go on this, I don't feel like being traumatized from reliving something so devastating." I whine, trying to get out of the trip.
"You should've said something before we payed for you, besides this will be a good experience for us, you know family bonding." My dad says, stirring the pasta that was on the stove.
"Yeah, because nothing screams family bonding like the titanic." I say sarcastically. My younger brother walks in and sits down next to me.
"Why can't you just be act a little thrilled, Ryan is so excited to spend time with you, do it for him." Dad points to my six year old brother.
"The only reason he's excited is because he doesn't know what it is. He just sees a big boat and thinks it's shiny, and is instantly fascinated."
Mom laughs at that, knowing I'm absolutely right.
"No matter what you say, you're going, besides maybe you'll actually like it, it's only for two days, so please just put on a fake smile and try to enjoy yourself." Dad smiles weakly at me, showing he wasn't prepared to argue anymore.
"Fine, but just know that I'm not happy about it." I grab one of the plates and start dishing up my dinner.
"And your father didn't tell you the best part." My mother starts, causing me to face her. "While onboard, we all have to dress up as if we're in the 1900s, how cool is that?"
"Not very! I don't have any clothes and I'm not dressing like some old woman just because there's a stupid dress code." I practically shout.
"That's why we're going shopping tomorrow, and we'll find you a beautiful dress from that time, it'll be fun I promise." Mom cradles my cheek, hoping to calm my nerves, but it just enrages me a little bit more.
"Can I eat in my room tonight?" I say bluntly, not wanting to have a full on meltdown because I have to spend another second with them.
"Go ahead." Dad says. I grab my dinner and make my way upstairs. After eating, I spend the rest of the night looking at pictures of dresses that I might have to wear, and needless to say, I'm even less excited now.
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"We're here!" Mom says excitedly, making Ryan squeal with excitement. I look at the storefront, already being put off by the many period dresses and suits that have been showcased in the windows.
We all exit the car and make our way inside. My mom lets my brother roam in the shop, while she talks to the owner about the clothes she's looking for, hoping to get some kind of professional opinion on what the correct dress should look like.
The owner, who's name was Marcy, ends up helping us pick out 5 dresses for my mom to try on, 4 suits for my brother, and one dress for me.
We all head to the changing rooms and my mother goes first, hoping that her kids will be helpful in choosing her outfit.
Every time she came out, she looked the same to me, but I plastered on a smile and told her what I liked about it, leaving out the many, many things I didn't like.
My brother was next, and he was a pretty easy kid to buy for, he was satisfied with the second suit he tried on, so he was sorted. And then it was my turn,
I have a last look at my mom when walking to the dressing room, when I spotted a group of boys walking into the shop. Great, nothing worse then a group of boys staring at you while you try on granny clothes.
I slide on the dress after taking off my other clothes, and as soon as I see myself in the mirror, it's like the excitement in me bubbles. For a dress that's over 110 years old, I really do like it, especially the color.
I hesitantly step out of the dressing room, and let my mother gasp at how I look, while my eyes focus elsewhere, not wanting to let slip the fact that I'm somewhat excited for the experience.
As I listen to my mother rave about how I look, I spot the group of boys again, who were looking in the 1910 section as well. I watch as the bicker about what they'll wear, until one of them turns around and looks directly at me. My eyes go wide and I quickly look away, yet I can still feel him staring at me.
"I think we have everything we need, go take that dress off and Ryan and I will go pay." Mom says, I take one last look at the boy, who is still staring at me, and head back to the dressing room, changing quickly after folding the dress neatly, not wanting to damage it.
I unlock the door, and grab all my things before walking out.
"Hey." I hear a voice from behind me, I turn and see the boy from before.
"Oh, hi." I say quietly.
"Sorry, I don't wanna hold you back from your family, but I just had to say that you looked really nice in that dress." My cheeks heat up at his words.
"Thanks, it's the only dress I actually liked." I awkwardly laugh.
"What's your reason for getting it?" His eyebrows furrow at his question, and I can't help but find the action incredibly cute.
"My family and I are going on a titanic experience tomorrow, and we needed some clothes for it." I explain, hoping that the boy won't be so uninterested that he leaves.
"No way! My friends and I are going on that too, it's happening on the hotel ship, right?"
"Yeah it is." I smile at his excitement.
"Y/n we're leaving!" My mom yells from the front of the shop. I look at her and see that she's smirking, clearly knowing that she's breaking up my moment with the cute stranger.
"So I guess I'll see you on there." He smiles.
"Yeah hopefully." I say a little too quickly, making him giggle.
"I'm Ethan by the way." He holds out his hand, which I shake quickly.
"I'm Y/n, although you probably guessed that from my mother screaming it from across the store." He laughs again, "I'll see you tomorrow, Ethan."
"See you then, Y/n."
I wave goodbye to him as I walk away and out the shop.
"So, who was that." My mother smirks.
"Nope, we're not having that talk." I laugh and speed walk to the car. Leaving my mother and brother laughing at my embarrassment.
It was a normal Saturday date night, nothing out of the ordinary had happened in the hours before we left, but as soon as we entered the car, Thomas became extremely fidgety, and overly excited, to a point that I was worried about our safety on the road.
Thomas and I had made a tradition of making time for each other on a Saturday, no matter what was due the next week, or what had gone on during the days before, we always spent Saturday together. This tradition had become a staple in our relationship, and it had seemed to work so far, as we were now together for 5 years.
We had become quite serious over the last two years, as it was in those two years that we started thinking about our life together, so when the conversation of us moving in together came up, we instantly said yes and got our own place. Although it was a shock to live with Thomas at first, I've gotten used to our schedule, and I definitely wouldn't have it any other way. Although I am perfectly content with my life right now, I do feel like Thomas and I could take our relationship to the next level, but I don't want him to think that I'm forcing anything onto him. It is probably something I should bring up soon, so that we're not 60 and still only dating.
"Why are you so fidgety all of a sudden?" I ask him, he refuses to turn his head toward me, making sure all of his attention falls soon the road.
"I'm not fidgety, I'm just nervous." He says quickly, leaving no time for him to think.
"Why would you be nervous?" I slightly laugh at him.
"Oh, I don't know because asking your best friend to marry you, is kinda nerve racking." I look at him in shock, knowing that he hasn't entirely realized what he just said. He still refuses to look at me, but slowly pulls the car to the side of the road, and parks it.
I watch him as he looks down at his hands, clearly embarrassed and ashamed for letting his guard down enough to ruin the surprise.
"Yes." I whisper, while looking at him.
"What?" He matches my volume, and finally turns to look at me.
"Yes, I'll marry you." I smile at him, watching as his eyes widen and a huge smile plasters itself onto his face.
"Are you serious?" He stares at me, trying to find the slightest hint of hesitation.
"Of course? Although, I did expect something a little more romantic." I tease him. He puts his hands onto his face and lets out a loud groan as I laugh at his misery.
"I had a lot planned, everything got so stressful that I just let it out, without realizing." He speaks, his hands still giving most of his face.
"Hey." I pull his hands away from his face, holding them in mine as I look into his eyes with a smile. "No matter how you did it, it's perfect, and I seriously love you,"
"I love you too." He leans forward and gives me a kiss. "I guess you want the ring now?"
"Nah you can keep it." I say sarcastically, he gives me a smile before reaching into his suit pocket and pulling out a black velvet coated box. He looks at it for a moment, before looking at me, while opening the little box to reveal the most beautiful ring that I've ever seen.
"I know it's not the most romantic, or special, but at least it's unforgettable?" I smile at him, and pull him into another kiss, as I laugh at his goofy side.
I watch as he pulls out the ring, his hands still slightly shaking from the nerves, and places it onto my hand.
I stare at the ring, not entirely believing that I'm engaged. It was like I was in a trance, staring at the engagement ring.
Suddenly Thomas and I are both pulled away from our own world, as a loud banging was heard from his window, as we look over, we see the other 3 members of Måneskin, standing there with smiles bigger then I've seen before.
"Why did you stop the car?" Damiano smirks, knowing exactly what had happened, as he probably already bet the Thomas would spill the beans before he was supposed to.
"I spilled the beans." Thomas says with a smile, not actually embarrassed about his mistake anymore.
"You owe me $50!" Damiano yelled in Ethan's face, before he ran back to his car, that was parked behind us.
"Good to know they're making bets on our relationship already." I laugh along with Thomas.
We ended up going to all the places that Thomas had planned out, but instead of just us two going, the other members tagged along as well, and at the end of the night - when Thomas was supposed to propose - Damiano ended up jokingly proposing to Ethan, in place of Thomas and I.
Needless to say, this night was one to remember, with the amount of giggles, jokes, absolute failures, and unforgettable memories, it definitely was one for the books.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" sings Ethan as he looks at me with puppy dog eyes.
"Noooo, I know you'll just ditch me anyway, there's no point." I pout at Ethan, trying to prove to him that I was right.
"But the band will be there."
"Yes, because I definitely wanna hang out with my best friends' friends who I barely know." He lets out a groan, knowing that I'm probably not gonna budge from the decision that I had made.
"Okay, you win, I'll see you tomorrow?" He stands with his hands on his hips in front of me.
"Of course." I get up and wrap my arms around him, making sure that he knows that we aren't on bad terms. "Call me when you get home tonight." I shout as he walks out my bedroom door.
"Got it!" He shouts back, completely out of sight.
For the next few hours, I mostly just spent some time on my phone, and did a little homework, nothing too extreme.
It was about ten o'clock when my mom knocked on my door.
"There's someone downstairs for you." She says with a smile. Although I'm confused, I instantly go to see who the person could be.
As I walk into our living room, I see Ethan looking at one of our family pictures on our mantle.
"Ethan? What are you doing back here." He finally turns toward me, allowing me to see his bloodshot eyes. Instantly I walk toward him, wrapping my arms around him, and not letting go until he does.
"She cheated." He whispers, sniffing slightly after. I had to control my rage, I needed to focus on being there for him, and not on some girl who I didn't really like anyway.
"You'll be okay." I say to him, hoping he can find some kind of comfort in those words.
After He finally pulled away, I took his hand and led him to the spare bedroom, across from my bedroom. I made the bed how he likes it, and got him some sweats and a shirt that he had left here, from the numerous times he's slept over.
"Do you want anything else?" I lean against the headboard and look at Ethan, who was currently tucked into the many blankets in bed.
"Can I borrow one of your books? I don't think I'll be able to sleep, and light reading always seems to help." I smile at him and jog to my room, retrieving the Prisoner of Azkaban from my self before returning and hating it over.
"Don't stay up to late reading it, okay?" He gives me a thumbs up, as I finally leave the room for good, allowing him to have some space to himself right now.
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The next day, I wake up almost entirely forgetting what had happened the night before. I brushed my teeth and made myself presentable, before venturing downstairs, on the way there, I remembered that Ethan had slept over, which made me change my desired destination. I slowly opened the door, trying not to wake Ethan, but when I popped my head in, he was nowhere in sight, and the bed was made.
He had left before even saying goodbye? That definitely wasn't like him. I pull out my phone quickly, and type a simple message, before putting it back in my pocket and making my way downstairs.
After eating some breakfast, I checked my phone, hoping to get a simple 'I'm not dead' message from Ethan, but still nothing. I carry on with my day, trying to not let Him cloud my mind, but unfortunately that was no easy task when he's acting so unlike himself. I tried texting the other guys, but they all said that they hadn't seen him.
The next three weeks played out exactly the same. No contact at all from Him, his mom had called a few days after he disappeared and told everyone that he was okay, he just needed some space, which I understand to an extent, but he left with no warning, not only leaving his best friend in the dark, but he let his band down, as they had to pause their entire schedule until he finally decided to come back.
The only positive about this whole situation, is that I've gotten a lot closer with the other 3 - with them coming over almost daily to see if Etgan was back, it was like we were all forced to be best friends, even though none of us were opposed to it.
"Anything from Ethan?" My mom asks at she walks into the kitchen, joining me on the island.
"Not yet, he's gonna get his ass beat when he does show up, he's made me so stressed these last few weeks." I put my head in my hands, as my mom rubs my back, trying to comfort me.
Suddenly our bell goes off, I look to my mom, who was wearing a hopeful facial expression.
"It's just the guys, I told them I made cookies last night, and they're animals." She smiles at me as I get up to open the door.
I swing the door open, and suddenly I'm frozen.
"Where the hell have you been?" I shout at him. He whines at the noise but smiles shyly, as he opens his arms for a hug.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I went. I just needed time away." He says after kissing my head.
"Just because you got your heart broken, doesn't mean you get to disappear for three weeks." I pull away from him, "it's not fair on me, or on your band, we were all worried sick about you."
"It wasn't just the heartbreak that I needed to get away from." He looks at his feet.
"What else was it?" I fold my arms, trying to make it a point to tell him that I wasn't impressed with his behavior, no matter what his excuse was.
"I had feelings that I couldn't decipher, I needed to figure that out before I could come back."
"What kind of feelings?" I soften up, hoping that he will tell me the secret he's been keeping for the last few weeks.
"Romantic kind." He puts his hands in his pockets and shuffles on one foot slightly.
"You're in love with someone?" I say In shock.
"I wouldn't say love, just yet, but yeah I like someone." He smiles.
I grab his hand and pull him up to my room, hoping to get more privacy then what we had before, as I knew my mom was listening in the kitchen.
"Who is it?" I excitedly scream at him as I throw him on my bed.
"Why do we have to have this conversation?" He groans and shoves his face into his hands.
"Because you're my best friend and I wanna know who you're in love with." I sit across from him, with my legs crossed, waiting for the story.
"I'm not in love, and I don't wanna have this conversation because if I do, then it becomes real and I don't know if I need that right now."
I can't help but frown at his words.
"Why would it be a problem for it to become real?" I use a mocking tone, not understanding why he would not want to be with someone who could make him happy.
"I just got cheated on, that does something to your head, I don't think that if I get into a relationship right now, I'm gonna be able to trust that person."
"You have to realize that not everyone is like that. Just because one person cheated on you, it doesn't mean the next one will too, it just depends on the persons morals. Besides, I've made it my mission, as your best friend, to figure out if a person is good enough for you or not, before you start dating. Gotta see if their standards and morals are good enough for my best friend. But in all seriousness, I think you just have to trust their word, if they say they won't treat you the way your ex did, then you have to believe them, give them a chance to prove that they're different." I ruffle his hair, making him chuckle.
"What are your views on cheating?" He surprises me with his question, but I assume it's just for closure.
"I think it's dumb, if you consider cheating, then your relationship is doomed to fail. I would never even consider it, if I'm honest, my continence would kill me if I did, and I know I wouldn't be able to handle the guilt." I say honestly, I watch his face for any sign of a reaction, but there's none.
"So, your morals are pretty good?" Ethan asks with a cocked eyebrow.
"I would like to think so-" and just like that I'm cut off my his lips on mine.
It comes as a shock, which leaves me frozen in my seat, but soon enough I'm kissing back. After a couple minutes, he pulls back, leaving us both breathless.
"If you couldn't tell, I was talking about you. I've had feelings for a while, but I always avoided them, or just entirely pretended like they're not there, but they are, and I can't ignore them anymore." I look into his eyes, seeing that he was being completely honest with me. I give him a smile, and pull him in for another kiss.
"Well, thanks for letting us know that Ethan is back." I hear at my door. Quickly Ethan and I pull away, and stare at the visitors, who have interrupted a very special moment.
Damiano, Victoria and Thomas all stand there with smirks on their faces.
"I'm glad that we're all in love, but dude where the hell have you been?" Vic shouts at Ethan, just before running at him full speed, and tackling him onto my bed, with each of the others following to jump on Him, making for a very fun ending to a very stressful few weeks.
Every teenager is known to look at life with some kind of hatred, while only seeing the beauty in things that interest them. It was a fact that I had tried to ignore for so long, but after getting new friends, and meeting new people, this fact became exceedingly obvious to me.
My days at school were all the same - boring, long and unnecessarily filled with drama. It was a vicious but somewhat calming cycle, as it made me believe that I was in control of what was happening to a certain extent. Unfortunately, my recent choice in friends completely dented this pattern for me, and honestly? I can't tell if it is a good or bad thing.
It's been three weeks since I've started talking to a not so secret, secret pen pal. Our schools were doing these weird activities to get our generation to be more social, because apparently being on your phone all day is a 'problem'.
I signed up for the pen pal drive (we had to sign up for something, and that one sounded the least painful), and ended up getting pared with a guy named Damiano. He was extremely charismatic and excitable from what I've gotten from his letters.
A few weeks ago, Damiano and I had planned to finally meet each other on Skype - our schools were in different countries and it was easier then waiting for his letters - and today was finally that day. Unfortunately I had school, but I could barely keep my attention on the lessons as the day got closer to being over. When the final bell rang, I basically sprinted out of school, and into my car. Even though it was a very short drive back to my house, I seemed to get stuck at every red light and stop sign, making me more impatient then I already was.
I quickly park my car and make my way inside, to my cozy room. My parents wouldn't be home for a few more hours, so I had no trouble with them complaining that I was talking too loud or laughing to much.
I flip open my laptop and click on the Skype icon, ready to finally see my pen pal. It rings a few times before it finally opens to a boy who had long hair and a confused expression on his face.
"So that's what you look like?" I smile at Jack, but he just looks at me funny.
"Do I know you?" He says simply.
"We've been talking for weeks, Damiano." I say deadpanned, hoping that this stranger is Who I thought he was.
"I'm not Damiano?"
I feel extremely embarrassed right now, so I try to make an excuse so I can leave as soon as possible.
"Okay, we'll I'm gonna go then, he obviously gave me the wrong information." I smile at the stranger. He looks like he was about to say something when he is interrupted by a loud shout.
"Ethan! Where is my laptop, I need it!" I hear a door open from behind the strangers screen, and I watch as his eyes widen in realization.
"You're looking for Damiano David?" He looks down at me again, and I quickly nod. "Your friend is here." He passes the laptop over to another boy, who has hazel eyes and brown hair and an adorable smile.
"Hey there stranger." He says with a grin.
Finally I get to see him.
"Hey there, for a second there I thought you gave me a fake username." I smile at him.
"Yeah, sorry about that, Ethan is always stealing my things, so I have to forcibly get them back." I watch his background as he seems to go through a few doors and finally plop down on a bed.
"So how was school?" I ask him, getting the basics out of the way before we talk about the juicer stuff.
We spent the next few hours talking about Damiano's band, school, our other hobbies and interests, and everything else in between.
"So, I actually have a surprise." Damiano says randomly. I look at him with furrowed eyebrows and wait for him to answer. "Next week, our music class is going on a field trip to your country, and if you want to, we could meet up and get a coffee or something?"
"Don't you need to partake in school trips?" I smile at him.
"I think I can miss out on this one." He smirks.
"Okay then, but I have to know, would it be considered a date?"
"If you want it to be." I already really liked him, so having the opportunity to go out with him was really a win-win for me.
"Then it's a date."
We spoke for a few more minutes before we both decided that it would be a good time to go to bed, as we both had school the next day.
I wished Damiano a goodnight, and exited Skype. Even though I couldn't help it, I knew that all night I would be dreaming about my penpal, and all the amazing adventures we were bound to go on.
*au where Thomas and y/n are lily and James Potter from Harry Potter (marauders era).
A loud giggle filled the house for what felt like the thirtieth time that day. The couple and their child had been in hiding for the last few months, and it was beginning to take a toll on the new parents.
The two had been in hiding because of a prophecy regarding their son, Harry, and neither of them was willing to take a chance on whether it was true or not. After a few short weeks, they learned that the prophecy was in fact true, and they were in danger. Thomas had promised to keep his family safe, and in doing so, he couldn't see his best friends, nor tell them where he was. He did however pick one of his best friends to be their secret keeper. The secret keeper was the only person who would know the whereabouts of the Raggi family, fortunately, Thomas had 3 friends to choose from, but in the end he chose the friend that he considered a brother - Ethan.
For the first few weeks, Ethan felt uneasy about his job of keeping a large secret, and knowing that his family had connections to Voldemort, he became more aware of the fact that he would be the easiest target, if Voldemort found out about the secret he swore to keep.
It did take a while for Ethan to voice his concerns, as he didn't want to disappoint his friends, but he needed them to be safe, which is why he gave up his position as secret keeper, and instead chose Damiano as the newly appointed guard of the Raggi family.
Damiano found himself at the Raggi household almost every day, whether that was from the guilt that was tied to the events that were about to take place, or because he remembered that Thomas really was the only person who was there for him when he was growing up, but either way he made an effort to be with his so-called 'friends'.
"Thomas! I think it's done!" Y/n shouts from inside the nursery, alerting her husband of the finished costume for their son.
"Well, let's see then?" He smirks as he leans against the doorframe, waiting to see how adorable his son looks in his first Halloween costume.
Y/n turns around, her son giggling as she spins to face her husband.
"What do we think?"
Thomas looks at his son, trying to figure out what the boy was dressed as. It seemed so obvious to him as soon as he looks at the fishnet hanging off the babies body.
"Damiano! I didn't know you were visiting us!" Thomas leaps forward and grabs his son, spinning him around, making the baby laugh louder then he ever had before.
"Unfortunately, we had to make do with what we had in the house, but luckily, little Harry here loves his godfather so much that I don't think he minds at all." Y/n watches her son wrap his fingers around her finger.
"Well I think you did an amazing job." Thad leans forward and pecks her lips, making Harry wiggle in his arms.
"Thank you, I just feel bad for him, not being able to go out and get candy, it's unfair!" Y/n had many outbursts recently, of course she knew why, but she had yet to tell Thomas, although he knew something was wrong. Y/n had thrown herself onto the small chair that was sat in the corner of the room, with Thomas quickly bending down to talk to her as soon as she showed any sigh of distress.
"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it, I know we're in a tough situation, but we'll get through, we always will, okay?" He gives her a forehead kiss, before standing up straight and looking at her with a cheeky grin. "Besides I have a surprise for you and Harry." He walks out the door of the nursery, and walks back in moments later, with a plastic pumpkin.
"What is that?" Y/n grabs the plastic bowl and inspects it's contents. Her gasp was loud enough to catch Harry's attention, as he was fiddling with his fathers hair just moments prior.
"I had Damiano get us some sweets yesterday, I didn't want Harry to miss out on the fun parts of Halloween, even if he won't remember it."
Y/n smiled widely at her husband, getting up from the seat she was currently in, and hugs him with all her might.
"I love you so much." She whispers in his ear.
"I love you too." He kisses her cheek before handing Harry over to his mother, and walking toward the kitchen.
Y/n had taken the tiny fishnets, and Harry's shoes off, and decided to join Thomas in the kitchen. She walked out of the room, but quickly got pushed back in by Thomas, looking panicked and sweaty.
"He's here." He whispered, cradling his wife and son, trying to calm down enough to explain what was happening.
"Who?" Y/n was in full panic mode, deep down she knew who Thomas was talking about, but she didn't want it to be true.
"Voldemort." He said simply, a single tear flowing down his cheek, knowing that his life plan was probably already decided for, and soon, it would come to an end.
"How did he know that we're here!" Y/n was in hysterics, her mind was racing over every possible answer to the questions she had, but most importantly, she thought of escape plans Yet none of them seemed to be reliable enough to ensure their safety.
"Damiano." Thomas was utterly heartbroken at the fact that someone who he considered to be a best friend, had sold him out so quickly.
"Oh god!" Y/n held Harry close, hoping to bring herself some kind of comfort.
"Send Ethan and Vic a message, they need to be here for Harry." Quickly getting her wand from my pocket, Y/n conjured a Patronus, alerting The other two of the situation.
The noise of the door being blown down, and launched across the lounge area, scared the Raggi family, but Thomas wasn't blinded by the noises, he knew what he had to do.
"I'll protect you." He whispered in Y/n's ear, as he hugged her and Harry for the last time. Before Y/n could process what Thomas was doing, he run out of the nursery, closing the door behind him, and running down to face Voldemort all by himself. But it wasn't long until Y/n heard a body hit the floor. She wished that Thomas had been successful and that he would burst through the door saying that everything would be okay, but she knew better then that. She knew that right now her husband was laying dead on their staircase, as he had died trying to save his family.
Y/n wanted to break down, hunch over and sob over the fact that she was now a widow, hating the fact that she would have to raise her two children on her own, but again, she knew better. She knew the evil wizard wouldn't spare her, or her son, after all, Harry was the one he was after.
She thought of escaping, but there was no time to do so. She knew in a few short moments Voldemort would walk through the nursery door, and kill her, the unborn baby, and her son. She couldn't let that happen, she turned around, placing Harry in his cot, and retrieving her wand from the bookshelf in the corner of the room, and returning to the space in front of her son, ready to protect him with her life.
Everything over the next few minutes happened in slow motion for y/n. She watched as the door opened revealing the evil man, she felt every emotion as she saw Thomas laying in the background, but she stood her ground, and made sure that Harry would be safe.
She used an unforgivable curse on Voldemort, making him crucio her, making all of his attention be on her and not on Harry. She cried out as she hit the floor, the pain infecting her body, just like a fire had been pumped into her veins. She knew it was the end for her as she took one last look at Harry.
"You're such a brave boy. Mommy loves you Harry, daddy loves you Harry."
"Avada Kedavra." the simple words were spoken, and yet they caused so much devastation.
October 31st 1981 was a day meant for celebration and learning for the young Raggi, but now, it was a day of loss. Not only would he become an orphan on that day, but his godfather would be imprisoned for helping Voldemort, even though he had nothing to do with it.
Luckily, Harry had a wonderful aunt that made it her mission to raise Harry, and prove that Ethan was innocent, even if their grief left them both frozen for a while, Victoria had sworn that Y/n and Thomas would not be forgotten.
It might have taken a few months, but eventually Ethan was freed after being declared innocent, and was left to fulfill his duty of being Harry's godfather, and even though it was always a hard subject for the new parents, they always told Harry about how many times his mother hexed his father, or what his parents' personalities were like.
Harry was educated on everything involving his parents, and even though they weren't there physically, he found them through the stories that his uncles would tell. Even if the boy was constantly missing that part of himself, he knew that he would always be a waking memory of his parents, and instead of feeling ashamed to be the cause of their death, he felt proud to be who he was.
"What exactly am I supposed to do here?" Vic looks at me with a very confused expression as I set out my workstation- ready to birth a masterpiece.
"I don't know, just look pretty, I guess." I laugh as she sighs in frustration over my clear neediness for her company.
"So, what look are you going for?" I quickly grab my secret weapon from the middle of the table, and hand it over to Her. "You're doing Sfx of Voldemort."
"Don't say I never do anything for you." I start prepping my face, hoping that the removal process will be kind to me.
"If you were doing this for me, you would be dressed as Hermione Granger, not moldy voldy." She laughs at my eagerness to cover up the fact that over all this project will just be funny, and holds no real purpose.
"Well, excuse me for trying." I roll my eyes playfully, making Vic lean forward and give me a quick kiss before going on her phone until I was done.
After a lot of spilled latex, and cotton swabs being thrown around, I finally finished my all new transformation.
"So how do I look?" I ask Vic, who has kept her head down for the entire process, not wanting to spoil the reveal.
She turns around slowly, and instantly bursts out laughing at what she sees. She was practically on the floor crying from how hard she was laughing.
"I'll take that as a good sign." I grab my phone and stake a few selfies while Vic tries to calm down.
"Babe. Babe." She was still laughing, but she made a point to get my attention. "Please, for the love of everything, can we do a dramatic photo shoot." The words spill out her mouth, and just as quickly as they came out, they're almost cut off by the thundering laughter that follows.
"Only if you dress up as Hermione granger." That sentence makes her stop dead in her tracks, and hold out herhand. I quickly shake it, leaving Vic to scurry around the house for the next 30 minutes, as she looks for props and outfits for us to wear.
Eventually she hands me a black Slytherin robe, and a Hogwarts uniform, that she seemed to have a spare of, and pushes me into the nearest bathroom to complete the look.
I step out of the bathroom, fully embracing the student Tom riddle x Voldemort look, and see Vic in a Gryffindor uniform, standing in front of a mirror.
When she finishes, he turns to me with a smile, before popping his fake glasses on, and dragging me outside.
"You know she doesn't wear glasses right?"
"Yeah, but I thought they complete the look."
She grabs my hand and drags me outside.
"Stand there, and look scary." She orders me.
As she takes the many photos, I try to really get into the role, and that means making her laugh as hard as I can, with my limited knowledge of the wizarding world.
So far, I've called snape my homeboy, asked Hermione (aka Vic) to be besties, and asked if we could make some lit TikTok's - in the most sarcastic way I possibly could.
"Now, let's get some of you!" I grab her phone, as she protests, but I follow through on making her pose as if she was the brightest witch of her age.
"You know, even though I know you don't really know about Hermione granger, you sure are giving him goo-goo eyes." Vic comments.
"Yeah, she has a cute butt, so I can't help but stare." I wink at her, which causes her to burst out laughing again.
"I just got hit on my Voldemort, Dreams do come true." She holds her hand to her chest and fakes a tear rolling down her eye.
"Shut up." I walk up to her, grab her by the Gryffindor tie, and pull her into a kiss.
"I think you should take that off before we do anything." She mumbles against my lips.
"Okay, that's it, no kisses for you, Voldemort or not, you're cut off." I walk back inside with Vic trailing behind me, whining about the unfair rule I had put in place.
Needless to say, the removal process was interesting with Her there, and after I returned to my normal self, Vic got all the kisses she could want.
"Your majesty, it's time to get up! We have a big night ahead of us!" My lady in waiting, Sophia, calls out as she whips open my curtains, causing the harsh sunlight to almost blind me. I had gone down for a nap after a long day of pretending that I'm a fancy person, when I'm reality, I hate being fancy.
"Just five more minutes, I promise!" I groan, shoving my head into the pillow.
"Ma'am, you've been booked to attend a concert on your grandmothers behalf, that is something to look forward to." I didn't need to look at her to know that she was rummaging through my closet, to find a suitable dress for the day.
"Why do I have to go? Can't Alex do it, he's the one who's into music!" I finally peer at Sophia, the light still burning slightly. Alex was my older brother, who loved music, and who could always make any kind of situation fun.
"Unfortunately, he has a military event to attend today, your majesty." I watched as she pulled out one of the newer dresses, and laid it on the ottoman along the front of my bed.
"Do we really have to go full royal today, why can't I just wear a shirt and jeans?"
Sophia laughs at my idea, knowing that it would never be allowed.
"If we're going full royal today, can I at least pick my dress?" I pout as Sophia dramatically thinks about it.
"Okay, your majesty, but please make sure it meets the requirements for formal wear." She walks out of my room, to go get my breakfast, leaving me alone to go through my wardrobe.
I eye out a few of the newer dresses, although none of them really catch my eye. As I get toward the end, I am met with a sky blue tulle dress, and I know instantly, that that's the dress I'll be wearing today. I unhook it from the closet rod and place it next to the dress that Sophia picked out.
"Deciding to disobey everyone again?" I head from my bedroom door. I turn my head and see Alex dressed in his military uniform, with a clear smirk on his face.
"I wish I could, but I've heard they can decapitate someone for that, and I quite like my neck." He laughs at my answers, but steps into the room, and looking down at the two dresses laid on my bed.
"Which one are you wearing?"
"Blue." I walk to my vanity and start my morning skin routine, before I start on my makeup.
"Let me guess, Sophie picked out the white one, and you hated it, so you bargained and chose the blue one." He walks over to me and looks at me from behind the mirror.
"I would look like I'm getting married, if I wore Sophia's choice, and you really should stop calling her that, if anyone hears that, and figured out you're having a little fling with her, she'll be fired straight away." I curl my eyelashes and stare at Alex, waiting for a witty remark.
"Maybe we shouldn't keep it a secret anymore." He sets down a box, which takes me a minute to realize what it is. I snap my head toward him, and back to the box, flicking it open, to reveal our grandmothers engagement ring.
"How did you even get this?" I know our grandmother would've never just handed it over, especially if she knew Alex was planning on marrying a member of her staff.
"I told her I found a princess, while on my trip to Hawaii last year." He smirks, grabbing the box again, and shoving it in one of his many pockets.
"You are gonna be in so much shit." I laugh maniacally.
"Language!" Sophia warns as she walks in, holding the tray carrying my breakfast.
She sets it in front of me, as I thank her. She steps back, eyeing the door, and then quickly kissing my brother before anyone comes into the room.
"Now, what did you pick?" She sings, as she walks over to the bed, and looks down at the blue dress I had picked. "Shall we get you dressed?" She smiles sweetly.
"So it's approved?" I smile, as she nods, "alright, Alex, get out."
"Nice to see you too sis." He chuckles as he walks out, leaving Sophia and I to get dressed.
"So, who am I seeing perform?" I ask as she ties up my dress from the back.
"I believe it's a band, your majesty, although I'm not entirely sure what they are called. All done." She spins me around, making me look in the mirror, as she works her magic on my hair.
"Can't we google who it is?" I flutter my eyelashes as a form of begging. She smiles before pulling out her phone, and typed a few things into it.
"According to this, their is a band called Måneskin, playing at the O2 tonight. That would be them." She hands me the phone, and I'm met with hundreds of pictures of 3 boys and a girl who look like they were around my age.
"They're cute!" I snap toward Sophia, looking at her knowing grin. "That's why I'm being sent there isn't it? So I can fall in love and finally get married?"
Sophia doesn't feel pity for me as she laughs at my realization.
"Why can't they just focus on getting Alex married." I whisper.
"Because once they know that he's engaged to me, they'll go ballistic." I look at her in the mirror, clearly confused as to how she knew about Alex's plans for the engagement. "He's not great at keeping secrets." She simply says, and I instantly understand.
"I think you're ready." She helps me stand up and put on my heels as we make our way out, to the car that would drive me to my destination.
"Here is your purse, it has some chewing gum, chapstick, and some sweets Incase you get peckish." Sophia hands me the black clutch purse, I quickly thank her and step into the car, anxiously awaiting my arrival.
I lean my head on the glass window, knowing that I could see the outside world, but they could not see me. I hope tonight is somewhat enjoyable, I would hate to be stuck at a concert for a band that makes terrible music.
"We're here, your majesty." The driver says, stepping out the car quickly after finishing his sentence.
I watch as he opens my door, and holds out a hand for me, as I step out the car, knowing I'm prone to falling, and tonight was not a night that needed me to mess up my dress.
I find a security guard waiting to escort me to my box. I quickly greet him, and he introduces himself as Arnold, and gives me a brief breakdown of what will be happening tonight.
"Right now, I will be escorting you backstage to meet the band, after that, I will take you to your box, and that is where you will be for the whole concert, after the concert finishes, I will take you backstage once again, to say your final goodbyes to the boys. Do you have any questions your majesty?"
"Yes, can you tell me a bit about them, I'm afraid I've never even heard of them before, and I would like to know a few things, so I can have a decent conversation with them, I would hate for it to be awkward." He nods at my request, and starts telling me some basic information about the band members as we walk. He tells me about them so by the end of our short walk I know, their ages, their names, some of their song names, and a brief history on the band.
By the time we get backstage, I feel like I know the guys pretty well, the only problem is, I didn't know faces yet, so while I had the info, I had no idea who was who.
"They should be waiting for us in their dressing room." Arnold tells me, as he walks slightly ahead, leading me into the room where the boys were waiting.
As I walk in, I see all four of them lined up, ready to greet me. Arnold steps out of the way as I make my way toward the first member, I shake his hand as he introduces himself as Damiano, then Victoria, Ethan, and Thomas. Finally I'm able to put their faces to the information I was given.
"It's so nice to meet you all, I've been hearing a lot about you recently." I somewhat lie, I had been hearing about them recently, only my recently happened to be a few hours prior. Being a royal, especially being in your twenties, meant that you had limited knowledge on the less relevant things in life, and bands were definitely not one of my strongpoints.
"I hope it was all good things." Damiano laughs, making all the others chuckle.
I can tell that they were all extremely nervous about meeting a royal, anyone would be, but I'm honestly just a person and they have nothing to fear.
"Absolutely." I laugh slightly.
We all made slight conversation as we waited for their show to start, although I did notice how quiet one member had become as the conversation grew. Thomas appeared to be the shy one in the group, as he barely spoke, and when I directed a question toward him, one of the others would answer for him. Although he seemed okay when I first asked simple questions, something must've made him uncomfortable during my time here, that made him more distant then the others. I know that if my grandmother had been here, instead of me, she would've called Thomas rude, and disrespectful, but I know from personal experiences how quickly you can switch moods when it came to socializing, so I don't blame him.
One of their managers had informed them that they were on in 10 minutes, which meant I had to get to my box in that amount of time.
"I will see you all after the show, break a leg!" I shout as I walk out, letting my royal act fall for a moment, causing all the boys to let out a confused laugh.
Arnold, walked me to my box, and luckily we arrived before the show began.
Surprisingly, they were amazing, and I genuinely enjoyed watching them. They all seemed to look up into my box every once in a while, and I gladly waved at them as they peered up, causing them to smile, during one of their more upbeat songs, I managed to make Damiano burst out laughing as he was singing, due to my dance moves.
All of their songs seemed pretty catchy, but there was one in particular that gained my interest, I had asked Arnold what the song was called and he said it was "Coraline". Even if I couldn't fully understand it, I connected with it in a way.
By the end of that song, I felt my tears run down my cheeks, something that I had previously been unaware of, until I had broken my focus from the song.
I knew that I needed some air, so I quickly walked to the entrance and opened the door, bringing in some fresh air, as I wiped my tears.
When I felt like I was okay again, I walked back to the front of the box, and watched the show finished, luckily not crying again.
"Your majesty, would you like anything to eat while we wait for the arena to empty?" Arnold asks me.
"I could do with some food, whatever they have available, I'll be happy with, thank you." He bows a little before walking out, to retrieve some Food for me.
I had been waiting for a little over twenty minutes, when Arnold walked in again, holding a toasted cheese sandwich, some chips, and a large coke.
"Would that be all your majesty?" He asked as he placed my food and drink down. I smile at him and nod happily, after thanking him. "We should only be up here for another 10 minutes or so, then I can escort you downstairs again."
"Thank you Arnold, for everything." I say genuinely, he takes a step back, allowing me to eat my dinner in a somewhat private space, which wasn't that private, but it was a lot more then I was used to back at the palace.
When I had finished my chips and one half of the toasties, Arnold had informed me that it was time to go. I threw away the plastic plate that held the last slice of sandwich, and grabbed the large coke, slipping it happily as we walked backstage.
"Hello, boys!" I shout as I walk in, scaring half of them, while the others just laughed. "Thank you Arnold, I'll be okay alone in here." I turn toward him, and even though he has a doubtful face, he steps out the door, and closing it behind him. As soon as it shuts, I let out a deep sigh, and rip off the heels that have been cramping my feet since I got here. I quickly make my way toward The couch, and plop down next to Vic, who happened to be eating some fries, I reach over and grab one, giving him a cheeky wink as I pull away.
I look up at the boys, seeing them all look at me like I had three heads. I knew why they were reacting like that, it was clear that my behavior in the last 20 seconds was not something that they expected from a princess.
"Sorry, I've just had the princess act up for so long, I honestly can't take it anymore." I explain, making most of them just smile at me, as I made myself comfortable.
"I'm glad you feel like you can be yourself around us." Damiano says genuinely.
"You guys do seem trustworthy, just don't tell my grandmother I took of my shoes in front of you, or that I had coke, or that I had chips. She will kill me if she knows." I say seriously, but clearly they don't think I'm serious as they all laugh.
"So, how did you like the show?" Vic asks, leaning forward on the chair she was in.
"Terrible." I say bluntly, making everyone's face drop. "Oh my god, you should've seen your faces." I laugh as they realize I wasn't serious.
"So you liked it?" Damiano asked.
"Liked it? Are you kidding? I loved it. I mean honestly wasn't expecting that from you guys but wow. And don't even get me started on the vocals, I was blown away." I say honestly.
"Thank you very much." Ethan says, causing all the boys to mutter a thank you after him.
"And who's your favorite member?" Damiano looks at me, making me smile.
"Although you are all amazing, I have to say, Thomas is my favorite, how can he not be? With those guitar riffs, absolutely beautiful!" I watch as Thomas's face goes red, causing all the other boys to laugh. "How do you guys feel when you're on stage?" I blurt out.
"It's a rush." Vic says.
"It's like riding a rollercoaster, but so much better." Damiano adds.
"That much be addictive." I pose as more of a question then a statement.
"It can be, especially if we haven't done it for a while." Damiano explains.
"Have you ever been on stage?" Ethan asks.
"Sure, not as big as that one, but a few smaller ones. Although I'm not really a singer, I mostly stay in the background while my grandmother bosses people around." I giggle.
"Do you wanna go check out the stage?" Thomas asks, causing everyone to look at him, as that was his fist time speaking for a while.
"Definitely." I say, my voice barely above a whisper. He gets up off his chair and holds out his hand for me to take. I smile and grab his hand, as he leads me to walk out, I give the other boys one last look.
Arnold looks at me like I'm insane as we walk out, but I assure him that I'm okay, and luckily, my dress was long enough that he couldn't see my bare feet.
Thomas leads me into the middle of the stage before letting go of my hand. For a few minutes I forget that I'm here with him, and focus all my attention onto the actual arena, and how big it is. It's crazy that only a few hours ago the place was filled with thousands of fans, and now Thomas and I are the only people here.
"Pretty amazing, isn't it?" He snaps me out of my daydream, making me look at him.
"It is, I don't know how you guys don't get more nervous then you were."
"In the moment it doesn't feel like a lot, but when you come off, it eventually catches up to you. Sometimes it doesn't leave a great feeling, but I guess that just comes with the job title." He sits down on the edge of the stage as he speaks, making me sit down next to him.
"Is that what coraline was about?" I ask, as his head turns to me. He seemed shocked that I knew the name of one of his songs, especially one that I could ask the deeper questions about.
"Yeah, kinda. Damiano and I wrote it after the whole band had a deep conversation when we were writing the album, and we all spoke about something we wanted to write about. Most of them wanted to write about love, or having fun with your friends, which is cool, but I wanted something more personal, so I spoke about the anxiety that We had battled with. Damiano got so much inspiration that he ended up convincing me to write that song with him. The fans seem to like it, it's relatable to most of them."
"It's really relatable." I say blankly, trying not to cry at the thought of what Thomas has probably gone through.
"To you?" He asks, and I slowly nod my head. "Guess being a princess can be pretty rough sometimes."
"Oh you have no idea. I know that I've never experienced being homeless or struggling financially, but it genuinely sucks being a princess sometimes. Like yeah I have the money, and the power, but do you know how lonely it gets? And how much pressure is constantly on you, I mean I've got no friends other then my brother and my lady in waiting, everyone else is too scared that they'll say something wrong."
"I get that. But maybe you just haven't found the right friends yet, I mean, eventually you'll meet people that aren't scared to let you be yourself. It might take a while, but you will find them." He lays his hand on top of mine.
"I think I might've found some tonight." I look into his eyes and smile.
"I hope you're talking about us, because that would be extremely awkward if you weren't." He smiles, hopefully, causing me to giggle.
"Of course I'm talking about you, I just told you about my life in a way that I've never told anyone, so consider yourself a friend now."
"I'm honored." He replies genuinely.
"So what is the band doing tomorrow?" I ask him, trying to clear the air from the awkward situation that was approaching.
"We actually have the next two days off, then we head to Germany." I gasp at the realization.
"You guys should visit the palace!" I suggest, in a more demanding and excited tone.
"Would we be allowed to?"
"Just don't bring any guns or nuclear weapons and you'll be fine."
"Great, then we'll see you there. Although I should probably brief the guys before I make any promises."
"Let's go then!" I hop up, and hold my hand out for him to take. I quickly pull him to the dressing room.
After asking the boys, and explaining all the details, we had arranged for their visit the next day, and with that, it was my turn to head home. I gave each of the boys a hug and headed back to my transportation, squealing in excitement for tomorrow, the whole way home.
"Of course this will work, if it doesn't then Ethan doesn't have a soul." He puts down more fake blood, as I lay down on the floor.
"Besides, if he's smart enough, he'll know this is fake in an instant." Thomas says to me.
"Don't you think you're going a little over board with the blood?"
"Maybe, but thats how you sell the show." He quickly puts the blood away and walks out of the studio, with Thomas following a few seconds later. I get ready to give my best friend- Ethan - the shock of his life, by laying down, slowing down my breathing as much as I can, and closing my eyes.
"You just need to find a little inspiration when it comes to writing." I hear Vic say from outside the studio.
"I know, I just don't know what kind of inspiration to look for." Ethan pulls the door open, and instantly shrieks. It takes everything in me, to not smile or laugh.
I feel him kneel down next to me and grab my head, I flip around, wanting him to believe that I'm actually passed out, or worse.
I hear him start to sob, and scream at Vic to call 911.
Unfortunately, Vic isn't the beat liar, so when Ethan does scream at her, she ends up laughing loudly.
"What the hell are you laughing at?" He screams again.
Vic just continues to laugh as Ethan holds me close. Because of Vic's very funny laugh, I end up chuckling myself. Ethan makes himself completely frozen when he realized that I'm laughing too.
I open my eyes and hug him tight, telling him that everything is okay, and that I'm also okay and not dead.
Damiano and Thomas make into the studio, to see the aftermath of their prank. As soon as they see the position that Ethan and I am in, they start laughing as well.
"We definitely got him." Thomas and Damiano high five, as they look on to the scene in front of them.
"If Vic hadn't laughed, I would've been able to keep a straight face. We would've completely convinced him." I say, wiping off the blood on my head.
"What are you guys doing? I could've had a heart attack from that. That was just cruel." Ethan gets up and storms out, leaving us laughing slightly, but also feeling guilty.
"I'll go talk to him."
~
It took a little while to find out where Ethan was, but when I found him, it seemed so obvious that he would be in his parents house - in his room.
"Hey there." I say, leaning on the door frame.
"I really need alone time right now." He mumbles.
"Now, we both know that isn't a good idea."
"I can't believe you would do that to me, it wasn't cool."
"When Damiano asked me to do it, I only said yes because I thought you would realize pretty quick that, that couldn't happen to me."
"We aren't getting into that right now." He says with a pout. Ethan smiles and tackles me onto his old bed. We stay there, play-fighting for a little while. Before we come up with a plan to scare the other boys as revenge.
"We aren't that big?" Thomas's eyes pleaded as he stared at me.
"It doesn't matter, eventually people are going to figure out that you're famous, and we will get mobbed. I'm not going." I cross my arms and sit back on the couch.
"Just spare Thomas the effort of trying to convince you, we both know that you'll end up going with him anyway." Vic laughs.
"Usually yes, but right now, it's a no." I smile sarcastically at her, and she sticks her tongue out at me.
"Okay, instead of dinner, how about some ice cream?" Thomas puts his head on my lap and looks up at me.
"Ice cream will do, but don't expect anything more. And you're paying." I lift him off my lap and walk away.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Thomas starts running to catch up to me, and when he does, he takes my hand in his, as we walk to the ice cream shop.
~~~
"One strawberries and cream, and one galaxy adventure please." Thomas hands the cashier his money, when we finally get our ice cream. We sit down at one of the three tables that they have inside the shop.
"So far so good?" Thomas asks me as he licks his galaxy adventure cone.
"I wouldn't jinx it yet, there is still a window of time that things can go wrong."
"Now I know why I fell in love with you. Definitely because of your amazing pessimism. Total turn on."
"Shut it." I smile at him, before looking past his shoulder, and out the window.
"Do you think the galaxy really looks like this ice cream, or is it just a lie." Thomas seemed upset by the realization, but my attention was more focused on the crowd that was forming in front of the shop. Fans and paparazzi galore were standing there watching Thomas and I, eat our ice cream.
"Uh, Thomas." I point outside, for him to follow the direction to finally see the mob forming.
"Okay, maybe your pessimistic attitude isn't all that delusional." He laughs at his words, but I can tell he's worried about the crowd.
"How are we gonna get out of here? We don't even have a car to leave in." I ask him with a groan.
"Maybe we can call Vic?"
"I wouldn't want her to get mobbed too. See I told you we should've just made sundaes at home."
"Now is not the time to remind me that I was wrong." I laugh at his frustration, but quickly redirect my attention to figuring out how to leave this place, safely.
"Maybe we should just make a run for it?" He suggests, but his facial expression shows that he wasn't all for this idea either.
"Excuse me?" We hear a sweet voice from next to us. We see the cashier standing there, with shaking hands and a nervous look. "I'm sorry but, I need to ask you to leave. Your presence is making it hard for other costumers to enter the shop, so I'm sorry but I have no other choice."
"Huh. So we're getting kicked out. Thomas?" He looks to me with a curious face. "I think it's time we take up track again."
He smiles knowingly at me, and we end up convincing the cashier to let us leave through the back door. As soon as we see that it's clear to run, we both start sprinting in the direction of Vic's house.
The whole way there, Thomas and I are laughing our heads off. When we finally get to the studio, we find it completely empty of the rest of the band.
I walk over to the couch and sit down. He follows my lead, and puts his feet up onto the coffee table.
"I can't believe we ran all that way." I say, still out of breath.
"I can't believe you ran all that way." He looks at me, and I give him a small slap on the arm for his teasing words.
"I'm not as lazy as you think I am." I get up off the couch, to head home. "Well, until the next track meet, I bid thee farewell." I bow and walk out the studio, leaving behind Thomas - who found my bow and medieval words a little too funny.
"So, we've been hearing a lot of romantic ballads from you guys recently. Is there a particular reason why?" The interviewer asked.
I watched from the sidelines, as the band was being interviewed for their newest album, that was bound to release any day now.
"I think we're maturing a lot, especially over the last year or so. So turning from the rock/pop rock sound to a more ballad, slow song sound - is something that we've just adapted to doing over the last few months." Damiano answers with confidence. While Damiano is answering, Thomas, Ethan and Vic are looking at him with such confusion.
"Why are you three pulling those faces?" The interviewer laughs, which causes the audience to do so too.
"While we do appreciate Dam's attempts to cover the truth, that isn't gonna work with us." Vic explains, giving Damiano the side eye, every so often.
"Dude, you don't gotta be so mean about it." Damiano crosses his arms and pouts at his band mate.
"What would the real reason be for the sudden change?"
"Damiano and I are the main writers in the band, and I've learnt that he writes from his emotions and experiences. The reason he's writing ballads is because he's in love." Vic finally admits for Damiano. This confession makes Damiano blush - but he puts his hands on his face to hide this.
"So mr, David?" Damiano looks at the interviewer with a smile. "Who's the lucky person?"
"Unfortunately we aren't ready to reveal to the public who the person is yet. But I will say that I am very happy and eventually we will be revealing the person, it'll just take some time."
"Nobody can rush you for that, so take your time. Now I've also heard that you guys got to work with Harry styles?"
~~
The interviewer seemed to go on forever, but eventually the band was able to leave - meaning that Damiano and I could finally go home.
"How was I?" He wraps his arms around me, when he enters the dressing room.
"You're not very sneaky when it comes to your emotions, or secrets for that matter."
"Hey that wasn't me, blame Vic for that one."
"I just pointed out the obvious, don't hate the player, hate the game." Vic sticks her tongue out at us, before walking out to go to the other guys dressing rooms.
"You did well in covering it up though. I wasn't expecting you to hide it, if I'm honest." I sit down on the sofa, where Damiano follows me to - and lets me put my feet on his lap.
"We said we weren't going to reveal unless we were both ready. I don't think either of us are ready."
"Couldn't agree more. So, can we go home now?" I plead.
"We still have the meet and greet after the show, but I promise that we'll be home before you know it. But also be prepared because Ethan's sleeping over again."
"Again? Are you serious?" I'm kinda angry that he didn't ask before hand but oh well.
"I'm sorry." He takes my feet off his lap and kneels down in front of me. "I promise I won't let him sleep in our bed. Again."
"Good, I can't deal with his cuddling all night."
He stands up and kisses me, before walking out to go complete his meet and greet, so we can go home and be a normal couple for once.
"Just stay with Steve, he'll keep you safe." Damiano says.
"But I don't know who Steve is, why can't I just go with you?"
"Because they'll be pushing to get to me. You could get hurt if you come with me."
"This is why mom said we should just have a movie night at home."
"Don't be mad at me, I thought I would be able to have a normal dinner with you for once."
"You're in a world famous band, you don't get normal dinners anymore, unless they're at home." I huff.
"Just stay with Steve, I'll meet you in the car, okay?"
"Okay." He gives me a soft smile before he walks away - and out of the restaurant, surrounded by security.
"Right. Which one of you is Steve?" I shout. Everyone who is left in the restaurant turns to look at me, and finally one guy raises his hand. "Right Stevie, let's get this over with so I can finally have some quality time with my brother."
I grab onto Steve's arm as he leads me through the crowd. However, by the time we get outside, the swarm of paparazzi and fans is so thick, that we can't move, although Steve tries to push us through, we end up getting stuck in the middle of the fan group.
I know this is probably something that Damiano is used to, but for me, being overwhelmed is not a feeling that I can easily control. Nor can I control what my body does in response to that overwhelming feeling.
Unfortunately for me, the way my body decided to react, was to completely black out in a group of about 100 fans - who only cared about catching a glimpse of my brother.
~~
I open my eyes slowly, and luckily the room I'm in, isn't very bright. The shades are almost completely closed, and it looks like it's early morning - so the sun isn't too harsh.
I look around and see Damiano, asleep, in a chair next to my bed. I look down at myself and see that my hand is in a cast, and my arms have bruises all over them.
I try reach out to wake him up, but I can't move much, so I do the next best thing.
I look on the small table next to my bed, and see a bright green apple. I grab it and throw it at Damiano- accidentally hitting him straight in the balls.
He hunches over in pain as I laugh my ass off. Eventually the pain seems to faux away for him, and he stands up - next to my bed.
"How are you feeling?" I can already tell that he feels guilty for whatever happened.
"Fine? I think. Why? Am I not supposed to feel fine?"
"Considering you got a broken wrist and you got trampled, I would say you do have a reason to not feel fine." He smiles and waits for me to process his words.
"I do feel fine. Nothing hurts that blandly, and I'm sure I'll be healed in a few weeks, so don't feel guilty. Cus I know you already do."
"It was my fault though." He sits down in his chair again.
"I'll forgive you on one condition." I look at him with a serious look.
"Anything." He stands again, gripping the side bar of my bed.
"No more going out when you wanna bond. At-home movies and pizza will be more then enough for me."
"Fine, we can try again, whenever you get released from here."
"Deal."
I hold my hand out for him to shake. He smiles before gripping my hand and shaking lightly.
"You know what I just realized?" I say out of nowhere.
"What?"
"I'm high as hell on painkillers right now." I giggle, which causes Damiano to laugh at my giddiness.
"You know that I would come with someone, if Vic was in town." I take a sip of my tea as I try explain to nick - my brother - that I won't be bringing a date to his wedding in two days.
"How can you not? You're one of the main people in the wedding, it'll be bad luck if you don't bring someone. Besides you don't need to bring Vic, what about Ethan?"
"Ethan's in a band with Vic, he's also not in town." I stir my tea mindlessly.
"Damiano? Thomas?"
"Also in the band."
"You need more friends." He laughs at my limited group of friends.
"I have friends, they're just all a little too busy for me."
"Well you know that I can set you up with someone else."
"If I can't have my best friend with me, I don't want to replace her with someone I don't even know. All you need to focus on now, is getting mentally prepared for this, I refuse to deal with you when you're emotionally unstable at the altar." He hits my arm, as I chuckle at the childishness of our relationship.
~~~~~
Today was the day of the wedding, and the actual ceremony went so well, my brother looked so happy and I was honestly so proud of him for finding someone to love.
Now was the start of the reception, and we were starting with speeches - just so they're over with - and as I am the sibling of one of the people who got married, I had to give a speech.
"Hey everyone, some of you may know me, while others may not. I'm the grooms sibling, unfortunately, but today I am up here to tell everyone here, how proud I am of him, but also to embarrass the hell out of him. So first off I want everyone to know that nick and Sophia, are together because of me." Everyone laughs at my bluntness. "They got together in 11th grade because I forced Sophia, who is my best friend, to go on a date with him - to explore her options. Of course I knew they would get on well enough, and now here we are. These two have had a big impact on my life, they've both introduced me to some amazing people, and for that I thank them. I do honestly think that you two will do amazing things together, I don't know what yet, but just know that I'll always be in the front row. Now on to the embarrassing stuff. I'll map out the scene for you, it was Nick and Sophia's 10th year in school. Sophia had a massive crush on my brother for a few years but never acted on it, because he was with someone else."
"It was me!" Georgia yells from beside Sophia - she was the maid of honor. The whole venue starts laughing.
"It was. But when Nick was single again, he started liking Sophia. And when I tell you that this boy got way too brave for his own good, I really mean it. He asked her out, and she flat out rejected him. Giorgia and I saw the whole thing happen and it was actually pretty hilarious. But contrary to what everyone thought, somehow you two made it work. And I'm so happy that I can finally call Sophia my sister. Here's to Nick and Sophia." I raise my glass, as everyone else does the same.
I go sit down next to my brother, as other people do their speeches. Eventually the music starts, and we all decide to head onto the dance floor. It was all going great until the slower songs came on, when you need a partner to slow dance with - a partner that I didn't have.
I see Nick walking toward me, obviously feeling sorry for me, that I don't have a partner, but I tell him to go dance with Sophia and to not worry about me.
I walk up to the bar, and order some kind of cocktail. Soon enough I'm sipping on something fruity, and leaning on the bar, enjoying the view.
"Excuse me? Can I have this dance?" I hear from next to me. I look up and see Vic standing there in a tux, with her hand held out for me. I quickly put my drink down and hug her as hard as I can.
"Why are you here?" I am quite shocked at her presence.
"I wouldn't miss Sophia's wedding for the world, besides I heard a certain best friend needed a dance partner."
"Maybe a certain person did."
"Would this certain person like to dance?"
"Of course I would." I smile at her, before grabbing her hand and dragging her onto the dance floor.
By the end of the night, Vic and I were both so tired, so we decided to have a sleepover at Sophia's apartment - her and Nick left for their honeymoon after the reception. So we stayed up till the next morning, playing uno on the bed, and trying to forget how tired we actually were.
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