Ready, set ... GO!
is the first chapter of the second generation of my beloved family Visconti.
I was hoping to start a LoD, but having so many followers, I find myself with more than two to post comments and does not seem as thrilling thing D:
Oh well, I will not dwell as well ... Happy reading!
Ps: I know ... photos suck. But give thanks that we are! I'll try to do more in the coming updates. Now thread to sleep, that I'm exhausted Q:
I should have guessed.
How could I think in a way so selfish that T would have spent her eighteenth alone with me?
Maybe I had hoped. After all, for me, he was everything. The light that brighten my days, the smile that I adjust the difficult times, the person on whom I could always rely.
Maybe for him I was not exactly so. Of course, I wanted to, but would never have given up a feast with friends for a pizza with me.
I was sitting in the shadows, dressed as a succinct quell'abitino that my mother had bought for the occasion.
chuckled softly, I was really so little to make me buy the clothes from her mother? Yes I was not.
I was almost eighteen years and had never kissed a boy.
Never a drag on his cigarette, never a drop of alcohol. Big and baggy sweaters
sneakers.
I stared at the crowd, Shake, moved in front of me with music. Some guys at the bar drinking their frozen drinks and girls, discovered that more blankets, dancing sensually on the cubes are looking for looks.
Sometimes, between the sea of faces, seeing as T, the only one who glanced smiling at me, to my little corner toward me. The only
, in short, that she noticed my presence.
looked earnestly into the phone waiting for a call that my mother's order to return home immediately. But nothing. Time passed and my phone remained silent.
shrunken stove in the corner I decided to go out on the beach.
A gust of salty air I got the black hair and I penetrated in the nostrils.
I took off my sandals and bare feet sank into the cold sand.
paths to the beach, as the music faded behind me, down to the rocks deserts.
the day, dozens of fishermen from peeling from the sun and salt, they took their fishing poles in hopes to catch something.
I sat down cautiously on the rocks. The spray of the sea crashing against them, cool my bare feet. I closed my eyes and inhaled, breathing all that nature could give me.
I could hear distinctly, over the breaking waves on the shore, the regular beat of my heart. Then, suddenly, the quiet that I had reached s'infranse.
These sounds are added, another heart, the more rapid and irregular heartbeat.
opened my eyes, altering the beat of my vital organs and I turned to see who was the intruder. My hair flew in the face and I had to keep them as a hand so that I end up on the eyes preventing the view.
At first it was hoped that T had come to seek me, noticing my absence. My expectations fell in front of me when I found him.
probably was still at his party (which is completely legitimate!) Flirting with some blonde with no brain and personality in order to take her in bed.
"I scared?" Asked the intruder. I shook my head.
I smiled and, without asking, he sat next to me. My heart started beating wildly. Who was he? What did he want from me? And if by chance it was a maniac? Even if I screamed with all the force available to me, no one I have heard.
His gaze landed on my bare legs and, with quick hand, I pulled the dress as much as possible towards the knees.
Why I did not put my usual pair of tattered jeans?
"Still, I will not hurt you," chuckled
"I just wondered if I had not covered so little cold."
There, now I also thought that the typical stupid girl wearing Vestini essential to attract attention. Better and better.
again shook his head. Why could not I talk?
I like the tongue and lips mixed sealed.
The phone in my pocket began to ring my bell tremendous vaguely reminiscent of a frantic pleas characteristic of Brazilian music. I wanted to officially
sink into the ground.
half smile I nodded and grabbed the thing that I wanted to destroy all myself. The name Thomas flashed intermittently on the phone.
"Hello?" I said, in a faint voice, while the stranger continued to scrutinize her face with her deep blue eyes.
T's voice on the other side of the receiver, was clearly annoyed.
"Where the fuck are you, Lizzie? "
" I'm at the dock, "I said, this time with a firmer tone.
I had bothered to look all evening and now claimed to cover the part dell'arrabbiato only because I had left my position from anti-social?
The call went dead.
Sbuffai.
The stranger continued to stare at me. Started to be seriously embarrassed and started to feel my cheeks burning.
No, no, no! I hated
blush, looked like a ripe tomato tremendously.
"You're embarrassing?" He asked, then.
Oh my goodness, if you ask me certain that you're embarrassing me, you fool!
I nodded, looking down.
"Sorry," said "I'll watch more, Liz" I looked up
. Surprise. How did he know my name?
Was it a guess? Or maybe I'm dogged for months? Oh, maybe it was really a maniac and I was talking!
"No, I'm not a soothsayer," he said, as if he could read my thoughts.
"I heard your boyfriend on the phone to call a lot of screaming so ..." I smiled
. He believed the case for T that was my boyfriend?
Oh, I think T was my boyfriend! The dark and handsome he had been mistaken, a blunder!
How could I let him know that T was just my cousin?
Dicendoglielo, probably.
But saying that maybe I could interpret it as single un'avance to let him know that I was free.
No, no, no. There must be a way.
The stranger interrupted my thoughts, "I have not yet submitted"
Yeah, I did not know his name and I was worried that he believed that I was engaged. That naive.
"Theodore. But Ted's friends, "he said, holding out his hand.
