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Maya Barletta Princess in disguise

[mayatheitalian]

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Alex smiled softly, wishing she had his shirt on as he bit his lip holding that request back. “Aw,” he mumbled, resting his chin on his palm. A quick nod was given, agreeing with her. “Yeah, I actually have a lot of my own merch, kind of sad. But, I wish I bought some of your merch…” he whispered, some shame. “I’m kind of mad I don’t.”

“Oh don’t be silly, you don’t need to get anything.” Maya smiles, “I got this way before we started talking anyway.” She laughs. “I mean, if you don’t like your own merch, why would you approve it? It’s not weird to have your own stuff.” She looks at her tea, shivering from the cold, she took a sip. “It’s so cold here, I don’t have heating.”

[mayatheitalian]

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The boy grinned, looking down at the shirt he was wearing, noticing it wasn’t special – well, not to him. “Mhm, yeah, wearing my own merch really gets the ladies hot,” he teased, realizing he was using the personality that was shown on camera and paused, chuckling nervously. “Um, anyways…”

She laughs, she stood up quickly, walking back she showed him a shirt from his merch store. “I got one a while ago.” She laughs. “I have one of myself don’t worry, I wear it out a lot, it’s just easy.” Designing her own merch meant she knew she would be able to pair it with things she already owned.

[mayatheitalian]

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Alexander saw her get a little buggy at fist, pixelated, but still pretty. As soon as everything cleared up a small grin was shown on his face as he noticed her making a face, frustrated. “That was cute,” he chuckled, folding his legs on his bed, his laptop screen tilted up.

Maya pulls a face at him, “So cute.” She says sarcastically. “I like your shirt.” She smiles, she was being awfully shy and that wasn’t a surprise. She was so excited to talk to him but at the same time she didn’t want to come across that way.

[mayatheitalian]

Maya had been struggling with skype for a good ten minutes, several apologies fell from her lips. “Sorry, Skype is being buggy, can you see me?” Maya stuck her tongue out in frustration, not thinking he could see her yet. 

[mayatheitalian]

Maya and Alex skype au

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“That’s okay, Maya. I came back, I can’t live without you.” Alexander’s hands were back on her neck and his kissed her lips softly, pecking them. God, he missed her.

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Maya smiles at him, “We should go to my room.” She nuzzles towards him. kissing his cheek.

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“I only kissed her and it never went farther than that, I couldn’t do anything more than that without thinking of you.” He looked into her eyes, the meaning out what he’d said truthful. “It’s okay, that you did that. I get it.”

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Maya looks at him, biting her lip. “I probably would have dated him if you didn’t come back...”

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“Anything.” Alex stepped in closer to her, his hips now touching the marble of her counter. “Anything at all and I’ll answer it.” 

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“I just need to know...did you do anything with ella while you were in paris?” She bit her lip. “Because there’s a boy from here and...I’ve kissed him..”

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His arms wrapped around her waist, as he nuzzled his face into her neck, “I missed you so much,” he kissed her neck softly, pulling away, his hand reaching around, placing it on hers. His large hand, making hers feel like a child’s mittens. “Maya Barletta,” he began, his voice soft, yet genuine, “you’re the only person that makes me feel like me and I coudn’t stay away from you.”

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Maya looks at him, tears filling her eyes. “I love you so much...” She bit her lip. “I just need to know one thing...Truthfully.”

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Alexander picked her up, making sure her feet weren’t near the coarse glass of the mug and placed her on the counter top, his waist between her legs. The last time he’d heard her swear she was mad at him and he wasn’t sure whether this was a good one or a bad ‘fuck.’ Looking up at her, now taller than him on the counter top, he sighed; catching his breath. “I’m sorry, I love you so fucking much, Maya.”

[mayatheitalian]

She looks at him, biting her lip. She played with the back of his hair. “I love you too...” She says softly, pulling him close in a hug. “I thought i’d never see you again...” She says softly, gripping gently at his hair.

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Alexander’s heart was beating quickly as she said his name. It was all he heard over everything and he nearly cried. The way she said his name made his stomach drop, before his instinct began to take over. “Maya,” he spoke again, his strides were long as he walked over to her, his large hands on her neck with his thumbs like flowers, blooming into his cheeks. His tall figure leaned down kissing her deeply, his lips lingering on hers before he pulls away for a while. “I’m so sorry.”

[mayatheitalian]

Maya looks at the way he walked and her heart raced. She gasped as he kissed her, her heart rate increasing more, she didn’t know what to do, She didn’t move, when he pulled back she whimpered a bit. She’d dropped her coffee in the process of the kiss, the cup breaking on the hard wood floor. She grabbed his face and pulled him back in for another kiss, she’d missed him so much, she tangled her fingers in his hair as she pulls him closer, she slowly pulled away. “Fuck..” She says softly.

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Hearing the clacking of dog paws on the ground made a smile dance on his lips, kneeling to the ground, chuckling. “Hello to you, too, Edgar!” Alex’s voice was dominant over an other noise, the pup barking, his paws on the ground, any car outside. Not to mention, the fact that his voice was so distinct, his accent was different from an Italian one and he picked Edgar up, still laughing lightly. “Where’s your mom?” he spoke, like he could understand her before looking up, seeing her. “Maya.”

[mayatheitalian]

Maya looks at him, hearing his voice almost made her drop her coffee mug. Hearing him talking she remembered how much she missed him. She found herself leaning against the counter for a bit, just incase she fell over. She looks down at her coffee, she missed him so much. She wanted to run over and hug him, but she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t. “Alex..” She says softly.

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Alex had some strange spring in his step as soon as he’d gotten to Italy. And once he’d gotten somewhat close to his girlfriend (he hoped they were still.. together). With his phone, he dialed her number, one which he had memorized like the back of his hand and held the phone to his face. Hoping it was on, hoping she’d answer. Though she hadn’t he left a short voicemail and spoke. “Maya, hey, I’m back from Paris and I’m kind of super close to your house. I really think we should talk, I’ll see you soon.” a smile was heard in his voice though he was nowhere near happy, he was much more scared that he thought he’d be. –Finally at her house, he’d payed a cab the amount of money that was on the meter and nodded, getting out and grabbing his bags. A short and light knock on her door echoed through the quiet neighborhood.

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[mayatheitalian]

Since she’d gotten back from the trip, Maya had changed her way of life a lot, she’d distanced herself from her phone and electronics a lot. She’d been uploading fewer videos, and had been reading a lot. She hadn’t gotten his message as she was inside her parents house and her phone was in her cottage. She was making coffee when the door pounded. “Come in!” She thought it might have been a friend of hers or an unannounced family member. She heard the door open and the paws of her little dog running towards the person at full speed.

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Alex shook his head, not believing the word she’d said. Since when did she say such vulgar words? Especially to Alex. “Maya!” Alex called for her, but he knew she wasn’t going to come back. Letting her out of his sight made the guilt, turn into a red ball of fire – something burning in his stomach and his fist hit the wall, hit it hard. A hole now in the corridor of a hotel, somewhere in Venice.

[mayatheitalian]

Three hours later Alex’ phone rang, a male voice answering, “Alex..It is Maya’s father. I am very worried about her, she walked all the way here and she is bleeding and crying. She will not let anyone in her room, not even her mother.”

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Alex felt a ball of guilt build in his throat and just as he swallowed his, it built in his stomach. He opened the door, his heart racing looking both ways down the hall, rushing for her and catching her arm. “Maya, please.”

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“No! don’t touch me!” She says loudly, ripping her arm away from him. “Go...Fuck yourself!” Maya marveled at her own words for a moment before pushing open the fire door and running down the stairs.

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“They’re my best friend and I used to date them.” Alex knew that wasn’t enough to get away with the dare so he quickly sped the processes up and decided to just tell her. “And after the trip is over, I want to take them to Paris. I want to show them everything – and I know we’d move in together, but I need to take them.”

[mayatheitalian]

“Umm...” Maya paused, he obviously needed this and she knew it was important, but at the same time she also knew that....It wouldn’t work after the trip, he had priorities, and she wasn’t his first. “I umm...I’m gonna go for a walk okay...I’m not mad...I promise....I understand okay...I just..” Maya shut the door behind her.

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“You know who Ella is, correct?”

[mayatheitalian]

She nods, concerned at the mention of another girl.