Post by Skye Malizia on Sept 8, 2009 9:17:17 GMT -5
Skye was still smiling from an overseas phone call she'd taken just a half hour ago. Her girlfriends back home missed her and wanted an update on every aspect of her life. And so she of course obliged.
"I got a Fiat for Christmas, but it's already broken down once. I'm not really sure what the problem was, but one of my new friends here is a mechanic or something, and he fixed it."
"Was he a cute mechanic?"
"Gorgeous. In fact, we're going out tonight to see a movie."
"Oh what are the American boys like?"
Skye had to think for a moment before she unleashed the truth in rapid Italian. "They are wonderful. They are the most beautiful boys in the world. Leo, the mechanic, he has short brown hair and these attractive green eyes. Noah has light hair and a tattoo on his chest. They are both very muscular boys, but not disgustingly huge like the television fighters. They are funny but mature..." She was leaving someone out, and her friends knew it.
"Is that all? Just two boys in all America? Please Skye, give us more!" There was an excess of giggles from Italy, and Skye hesitated before she admitted the truth.
"One boy here is very different. He... he uses lines the Italian boys have studied since childhood. But... he has already said he loves me." There was a bit of a commotion on the other line, because someone had sipped their drink the same moment Skye relinquished the news. She waited for the choking and back-pounding to subside.
"He loves you? Do all American boys say this?" They asked. Skye shook her head, even if they couldn't see.
"No, it's not normal. I think he may be delusional." She told them how she had turned him down, and how she felt bad about it, but she was angry with herself and with him for making her feel pity. The girls listened, and eventually the topic of Aaron was pushed to the side, and they talked about her date with Leo.
She had opted to drive, because she wasn't entirely positive she wanted to hop onto the back of Leo's motorcycle. The scooters in Italy were dangerous, and she doubted the muscle bikes here were any safer. She parked outside the theatre and looked around to see if she recognized Leo's bike, but he wasn't the only motorcyclist at the cinemas tonight, and she couldn't remember which one was his, if he was here at all. Skye didn't like waiting for her dates, so she always showed up five minutes later than their designated time, even for reservations, if her date didn't pick her up first.
Her long red hair was pulled up in a simple ponytail, although there was an adorable butterfly clip installed to make it appear more date-night acceptable. She was wearing black leggings tucked into Aldo boots and a stylish fall jacket, with her purple Balenciaga purse slung over her shoulder. The sun was setting sooner these days, so she put her sunglasses in the bag and got out of the car. The temporary red-head started toward the theatre.
"I got a Fiat for Christmas, but it's already broken down once. I'm not really sure what the problem was, but one of my new friends here is a mechanic or something, and he fixed it."
"Was he a cute mechanic?"
"Gorgeous. In fact, we're going out tonight to see a movie."
"Oh what are the American boys like?"
Skye had to think for a moment before she unleashed the truth in rapid Italian. "They are wonderful. They are the most beautiful boys in the world. Leo, the mechanic, he has short brown hair and these attractive green eyes. Noah has light hair and a tattoo on his chest. They are both very muscular boys, but not disgustingly huge like the television fighters. They are funny but mature..." She was leaving someone out, and her friends knew it.
"Is that all? Just two boys in all America? Please Skye, give us more!" There was an excess of giggles from Italy, and Skye hesitated before she admitted the truth.
"One boy here is very different. He... he uses lines the Italian boys have studied since childhood. But... he has already said he loves me." There was a bit of a commotion on the other line, because someone had sipped their drink the same moment Skye relinquished the news. She waited for the choking and back-pounding to subside.
"He loves you? Do all American boys say this?" They asked. Skye shook her head, even if they couldn't see.
"No, it's not normal. I think he may be delusional." She told them how she had turned him down, and how she felt bad about it, but she was angry with herself and with him for making her feel pity. The girls listened, and eventually the topic of Aaron was pushed to the side, and they talked about her date with Leo.
She had opted to drive, because she wasn't entirely positive she wanted to hop onto the back of Leo's motorcycle. The scooters in Italy were dangerous, and she doubted the muscle bikes here were any safer. She parked outside the theatre and looked around to see if she recognized Leo's bike, but he wasn't the only motorcyclist at the cinemas tonight, and she couldn't remember which one was his, if he was here at all. Skye didn't like waiting for her dates, so she always showed up five minutes later than their designated time, even for reservations, if her date didn't pick her up first.
Her long red hair was pulled up in a simple ponytail, although there was an adorable butterfly clip installed to make it appear more date-night acceptable. She was wearing black leggings tucked into Aldo boots and a stylish fall jacket, with her purple Balenciaga purse slung over her shoulder. The sun was setting sooner these days, so she put her sunglasses in the bag and got out of the car. The temporary red-head started toward the theatre.
