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

Adone happily went to pick up a piece of pizza for himself. His fingertips nearly touched a corner until they drew back. "What?" He whined as his eyes looked over at her. "I am sorry, I just remembered my sister at three in morning dumping a bag of sugar while making this." Holding the cup of lemonade, he took another sip then shook his head and sat it down. Too much sugar.

Going back to the piece of pizza, he gently removed it. Adone lightly blew his lips on it then took a bite. With his mouth full of food, he gave an enthusiastic nod then motioned towards the food.

Adone finished the piece of pizza. Covering his mouth, he laughed and shook his head. "You see," He said while removing his hand, "It is not that great. It is too sugary!"

He happily swallowed some spaghetti. Twirling the spaghetti with the fork, he brought it up to his mouth before deciding to set it down. While he isn't too fond of the sugary lemonade, he took a sip then said, "You see, my farfallina, an Adone never reveals his secrets." He sat the cup down and went back to his food.

Now here he is rolling his eyes. His shoulders lightly bounced as he tried to not laugh while eating. Setting the utensil down, he sat back in his chair. "Well…I should consider myself lucky that I am both a dork and cute, right?"

He tilted his head at the gasp. Memory of deliciousness? His brow shot up as he pointed at his lips then the food. Whether it's because his brain is still translating every word she said or the fact that he's an eighteen year old boy, he shrugged.

"I don't know," He responded. "I just do it the way my mom and sisters make it. And besides how would food remind you of me when your old and gray? What if you end up old and gray with a tall, funny, smart, tan, dark haired man who is a good cook anyways? Anything can happen if you let it, Farfallina."

Adone gave a swift nod. A lot of people in school have told him that long distance isn't worth it, but if Frenchie is okay with it, then why not? He is on a few wait lists for universities that have programs in the states. If he gets into one, then maybe he could visit her a semester or two. Then he can always write to her. He really needs to practice writing in English more, especially since his hand tends to be shaky when he does.

Of course, if they are done when the summer is over, he will accept that too and cherish their memories. "If you want to, I would love to. Obviously it might be hard, but I will be willing to put in the extra work," He assured. "Besides, I might get into one of Italy's finest schools that can let me study in New York or New Jersey and I can visit you."

God, he really should not let his hopes and imagination run freely. Adone was not able to ignore all the possibilities that could happen. It would be wonderful to be excited when going to the mail box or relaxing in a coffee shop with Frenchie as it snows. Not to mention running up and hugging her in an airport.

"Yes!" He stopped then covered his mouth. Somehow getting lost in thinking about staying with Frenchie after the summer made him forgot about the food he just put into his mouth a moment ago. Once he finished, he laughed a little to himself. "Ah sorry. What I meant to say was that I think so too, but only if you want to as well. I do not want to force you into anything. We both should enjoy this."

(Aww that is so cute, I love it! Adone would most likely pretend to not understand English to amuse himself and use it as an excuse to be with Frenchie.)

Completely forgetting the food, he rested his chin on the palm of his right hand. Matter of fact, Adone forgot about almost everything for a couple seconds. "Bella…Bella…Bella…Bella" is all that he could manage to say. He had to write what she said. Every single last word, and in English too.

America, it's still a funny word on his tongue. What would he even do if he was there? Study, probably try all the restaurants, libraries….Definitely the libraries and the bookstores and all the sights! If Frenchie is with him, he's just going to hold her hand and happily swing their hands the whole time. "Grazie, mia farfallina. Devo pagare? Essere la mia guida?"

"Oh I am sorry." He looked down at his plate, trying his utmost best to not look over at her. But of course, he kept glancing over at Frenchie almost every few seconds or so before looking away. "You don't have to be poetic to impress me. To be honest, you did when you jumped onto my back. That was impressive….and poetic I guess…"

No he can't really look away anymore, especially after her teasing. He knew it was teasing, yet he could help but have his hand over his heart and gasp. "Unfortunately? It didn't seem like that earlier today."

Light banter and teasing is something that he enjoys. As much as he enjoys those things, along with Frenchie and her smiles, he also loves pretending to be hurt by it. "How noble of you," He pouts. "Good luck because I am a very talkative person and it gets much worse from here…You have been warned."

Of course he could not pout forever. He sat up in his seat a shiver went down his spine. His arms flared with goosebumps. Adone ate more of his food, thinking about what she said. His brow arched. "What? Is it bad over there?" He asked. "But I thought the pizza is supposed to be good over there too…."

Adone rested his chin on his palm. American pizza always looked good in the movies. He did not expect to get such insight on pizza from there, but he loves watching Frenchie as she speaks so passionately about it. For a second he thought he was watching a cooking show or attending some lecture with a chef. Adorable and impressive, he bit down on his bottom lip.

"You are very insightful. I wouldn't be surprised if you told me you want to open a high end restaurant," He nodded with a grin. Picking up another slice, he leaned over to set it down on her plate. "How you do cook pizza at home? Do you add crazy toppings like pineapple? Or does my Farfallina have a particular taste?" He laughed at the thought of pineapple on pizza. It is so unbelievable, but he really wants to know what she thinks.

Is it weird to be relieved by her respond? All the things he can cook for her already and there is so many more recipes of food that he can learn too. He always had been told it's weird for a boy like him to know how to cook, but he sees it as a win, especially now. Adone kept on smiling, even though his mind had wandered off into his thoughts for a minute or two.

He could not go back to eating for his stomach has butterflies fluttering around. Butterflies…. Throwing his head slightly back, he laughed. "I just love how passionate you are about things like pizza. It's adorable," He breathed. "Mine is good, right? I hope it is. You can tell me if it isn't, I don't think I put too many toppings on it…"

Adone smiled before suddenly shaking his head. No, he didn't really know that people put six different toppings on their pizza. It sounds goofy, although he figures it's true. He just laughed a little before drinking from his cup then making a sour face.

"What?" At first he didn't really hear the question. It sounded like a computer dialing until he gathered up his neurons to piece it together. And to be quite honest, Adone didn't know what to say. He was a bit shy to say anything actually, but he found himself saying, "Books…history….clothes…uhhh I don't know really. A few are because of my sisters and mom, but my uncle owns a tailor shop for dresses and suits so that's why I like clothes too. Plus I just happen to have good taste….I've been told that what I like is weird, but eh….you know I'm weird."

(Oh it's all good bro. Writer's block is a pain. I hope it goes away soon.)

Adone shrugged as he pushed the cup of lemonade away from himself. "I am not sure, my mom used to say that it's girly, but she hasn't said anything since I can sew and mend clothes now," He sighed. Shaking his head, he laughed a little. "Maybe, but I do believe that my sister and her kid got carried away with the sugar."

He slumped back into his chair. Favorite book? What is his favorite book? His eyes stared at the table as his brows scrunched together. One point he tilted his head to the left and then to the right. Walden, Crime and Punishment, Interview with the Vampire, The Divine Comedy, Pride and Prejudice, Salem's Lot, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Man Who Laughs, Anna Karenina…. So many book titles flung around his mind. He never really thought about having a favorite.

His lips thinned before turning into a frown. The state of his mind is like goo. Adone rested his chin on the palm of his right hand. "Dracula has to be my favorite. I read it to distract myself from life, but finished it within three days and I've read it four other times since. It taught me a lot, and was my comfort, so I suppose it's my favorite then."

(Lmao, it's all good! I have school so my responses are going to be spotty.)

At first, he did not really have much of a reaction. She did ask for a favorite book of his, and he really did not want to list four or five more. Adone only laughed after thinking about what she said. It is kind of ironic at how an old vampire novel is his favorite book. He gave a simple, yet prideful, nod. "At least if vampires do exist, I will be safe in that case," He mused.

He wondered, why is Dracula his favorite book? Resting his index on his bottom lip, he reclined back into the chair. It creaked even as he adjusted himself for a second. When he had a rough idea as to why, his gaze flickered back to Frenchie.

"It wasn't a choice I made, that's just how it came to be. The book was given to me as a present from someone special, and when I was a kid, it was my escape from reality and all of its troubles, " He shrugged. "I don't know, it's just a book like all the others. It's a puzzle of words that is always fun to figure out together no matter how times I have read it."

All he could do was nod. It is interesting especially when having a Catholic mother who isn't particularly fond of monsters and all books dealing with them. Then again, he has skipped Sunday school a thousand times; half of those times he was reading Dracula by himself. Or he would run to his room whenever there was shouting and pull the book out from his bag. He has it in English thanks to an English exchange student he still writes to. He doesn't know why, it's just a book. Same as any other.

"Scusa?" He tilted his head down to the right. The first reaction coming from him was confusion, but after Adone listened to Frenchie, the puzzlement fizzled into endearment. He moved his chair as close to Frenchie as possible.

At first he was going to say something, but then he came up with another plan. Adone stood up a little just so he could kiss her on the forehead. "I will," He answered, "I will read to you whenever you'd like to, okay?" Gently, he lifted his hand to cup her cheek. "Don't be sorry. It's better to ask questions than to be silent. Besides, if you stop talking, then what are my ears useful for other than hearing you? Hm?"