L’amore non è bello, se non è litigarello // closed // oxo

He waved at the car until it was down the road. Letting his hand drop to his side, he looked over at Frenchie and down at their hands. The fact they are holding hands made his shoulders tense up until he happily let out a deep breath. He could show her the flowers in their gardens or all the books he has or his Walkman. And there’s lemonade in the fridge too!

"Hm?" Adone grinned and kissed the top of her head. "I can still make lunch if you want. We have lemonade, and I can show my room. I don't know, what do you want to do?" He asked while leading her to the door. He unlocked the door and opened it. "I am sure there is plenty for us to do. We can come up with a plan on the spot."

Adone a bit occupied with trying to put his lanyard back into his pocket with one hand. "What?" He looked up, seeing her flushed face. Smiling, he followed along. "It's okay. I am a great cook. You will like what I will make for us," He said.

Leading them into his home, he stopped to take off his sandals. While he could have let go of Frenchie's hand, he decided not to at that moment. Setting his shoes aside, he gazed down at her. "What should I make, my Farfallina? Do you have a favorite Italian dish in mind?"

"Surprise?" But what if he makes something she won't like? His lips jutted out into a pout. Looking down at their hands, he gave a small squeeze. "Okay….Okay!" Lifting her hand up, he kissed the back of it then let go.

Running over to the record player, he picked up an 70s Italian pop disc and placed it down. Lowering the tonearm, he watched the needle go before the music started to play. Then he turned around to stroll over to the kitchen. "Benvenuto nella mia casa, mia Farfallina," He beamed. "I think we have some breadsticks so maybe I'll make caponata to go with it….I am not good at surprises, I always get excited and ruin them."

(Omg yes! Well….maybe ;) Lmao, but she should tell him that her birthday is coming up)

Adone was about to open a cabinet for something, but he stopped as he threw his head back in laughter. "You know, if you say things like that around my mother, she would be the happiest person in whole wide world," He laughed. "You are lucky it's just her boy that's head over heels for you. Did I use that expression correctly? I always hear it in movies and such."

He went back to pulling things out from shelves, drawers, cabinets, and the fridge. Adone even took his mother's apron, which is too small for him, and put it on. Looking over at Frenchie, his eyes squinted in a playful way. He motioned to his face, "Don't let this deceive you, my Farfallina. This face has ruined a few surprises, and probably will ruin more." He laughed again as he went back to preparing and cooking. "I get waaay too excited. I'll probably be like this when I'm old."

Adone changed his mind with what he would be making. It takes a long time to make capoanta, so he put certain items away and went to preparing flatbread pizza and pasta puttanesca. Both which take half the time it would to make capoanata. Frenchie said to surprise her, so technically he is doing as she asked.

"It's the end of July?" He repeated; he will have enough time to plan something and, hopefully, calm hks excitement. "Ahh I don't know….We'll have to wait and see." Carefully he set the dried pasta into the pot. He leaned a bit to look at the temperature of the stove to make sure it was right. As if a light bulb went off, he turned to look at Frenchie. "Huh, you are like….eight months older me. I remember your aunt saying something about that a while ago. Ah I will surprise you with something….Wait, did I ruin it already?"

He stirred the spaghetti around then sat the stirrer on the mat. "Eighth of November" He responded. "I will turn nineteen this year, but they moved me up a grade cause I am a bit smart." Adone chuckled as he moved to prepare the flatbread pizza. His head lightly swayed as he hummed along with the music playing. "You're not that older than me. I am surprised I remember your aunt telling me all these things."

His lips scrunched together. What should he do for her birthday? He loves planning things, it's oddly a fun thing for him. Of course, he will have to do it on his own and not make it obvious. "You will love it, I am sure. I will make sure it is a birthday that you won't forget too."

(Oh dang, I forgot, thanks for mentioning it. Lmao my bad, I fixed it)

"I will show you what I can here," He promised. Adone started to put tomato sauce on the flatbread. "Paris? I do know French….Would your aunt and uncle allow it? If that's the surprise, then I need to know if I have their permission, although it wouldn't be hard to take you there."

He went on to put more toppings on the pizza then placed the tray into the oven. His attention did go to the pasta, though it just seemed like it needed time to boil. Adone sighed himself, watching as Frenchie stared off, probably imagining about being in Paris. "Oh, I probably shouldn't say anything. It would ruin the surprise after all."

(No it's all good. Let's just say that he's 18 and they're both turning 19. Again, I am sorry for confusion. I am one for details too. It's just sometimes I forget or get confused, you know?)

Right, don't ask questions around the person the surprise is for. Adone tapped the side of his leg to help him make note of that. His little notepad might be somewhere lying around. He shook his head to himself then turned back to focusing on cooking.

He stopped and felt his hand on his chest. My Adonis. He is someone's Adonis. Frenchie's Adonis nonetheless! "Well, I guess I won't ask questions when you are around. But if I do happen to ask questions about if you want to see the Eiffel Tower or the Notre Dame, don't think of anything. Definitely not about a birthday surprise…."

Adone laughed softly. He winked at her then went back to focusing on the food. The water started to boil. He changed the temperature for the stove then used to stirrer to make sure the pasta is down in the water. "Those questions may not be related to a special someone's birthday, but I will remember that. I'll will totally not write it down on my little notepad."

"I wish I could cook for her, you know. It would be nice to meet her and your dad too. I'd cook for everybody," He mused. "But I don't think nobody could love me like you, Frenchie. Nobody would set a football bet with me to get gelato or ask me to only look at then while dancing after kicking me in the shin or they don't like having shoes on."

He stopped for a second then stepped away from the stove. "Ah, I should learn to make some Irish dishes too…."

He shook his head then went to turn the stove heat off. "No, my Farfallina. You won fair and square and now….I get to take you out for gelato. You are the best at football too," He smiled. As he spoke, he took the pot of spaghetti and drained the water out. "I like your aggressive nature. I am bit delicate and soft, though I guess I can be aggressive."

Adone's eyes widened with a bit of shock and surprise. He isn't dreaming of going to college for cooking, but he could not help being excited. Why didn't she tell him this sooner? He returned back to the stove, setting the pot down and began to add sauce and spices. His lips turned into a pout, "You could have told me this already…I would love to learn!" His usual cheering returned. "I love learning, cooking, learning how to cook, and you after all."

Adone took a breath as he shook his head. "Yeah, I probably should have, hm? I am sure you are a good cook," He agreed. Happily, he kept on adding little things to the spaghetti before bring satisfied with it. As he took the bowl into his hands to set it on the table, he stopped halfway then looked over his shoulder at Frenchie.

His breath hitched. His chest became tight. Adone shivered then sat the bowl down on the table. Standing in front of her, he rested his hands on the counter. "I am pretty sure that you did, Farfallina," He smirked. "Wow, you really are blushing a lot. Do you have a crush on me or something?"

Adone did not know what to say at first. His eyes were illuminated by Frenchie's smile. "I don't know, but that's good. I have this crush on this beautiful girl," He sighed. Doing his best to, he stood against the counter and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Just cute? Or is there more that you think of me?"

There was still five minutes before the flatbread pizza would be finished, plus it has to cool down a little. And what better way than to use that time than through some light flirting and looking at the gorgeous face that is looking at him? The same gorgeous face that he was up all might about and was dreaming. Now he still feels like he's dreaming.

To be hopelessly swoon with each word or to gaze into her eyes as if she were a dream, that is the question. His chest felt light. He had his chin tilted up a little up as his nose lightly scrunched. Adone
felt soothed yet energetic. Practically the same as last night or earlier this morning. He bit the bottom of his lip and looked away for a second.

"Oh….I am not so sure," He breathed. "To be your Adonis seems to defeat the rest of those words. It reinforces them, just like every kiss does." The timer on the oven beeped. He rolled his eyes at it. "Should I kiss you now or after I prepare the table?"

Adone pouted then went over to the stove. Turning off the heat, he took two mittens and took the tray out. "Fine," He said while carefully putting the pizza onto a smaller wooden tray. "But I would like to make a reservation for two, for a kiss."

He sat the tray down next to the spaghetti. Then he went around getting plates, utensils, and cups before setting them down at the end and corner of the table. Adone hummed along with the music as he filled the cups with lemonade from a pitcher. Once satisfied with everything, he beamed, "I think we are ready for lunch time then!"

Somehow his mind led him to bowing thanks to her applauding. Adone already went ahead and put spaghetti on the plates. He almost sat down then remembered he should pull out the chair for Frenchie. By the time he stood up, she was already seated. He frowned at himself then slouched back down into the chair.

"Ah, is it good?" He asked before taking a sip from his own. The corners of his lips turned down but then went into a little smile. "It's okay. My sister put too much sugar into it….Somehow it's still refreshing."