Chapter 5

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At the end of the day, I went to the gang's home since my father and my uncles returned from the mission and wished to have a family dinner. For some tough guys, they were really mushy.

Of course my father already had known about my behavior. My mother always told him anything.

"How was school?", your uncle Fugo asked, taking a bite of his food.

"The same as always...", Adriano said, "But I have somethings I want to ask you, Uncle Fugo!"

"And you two?", Mista pointed to you and Enzo.

"Eh, fine. But Mel here has a new classmate.", Enzo said.

"How do you know?", I asked, surprised.

"All the girls in a mile peaked through your classroom door to see him!"

"Emo Boy isn't that handsome!", I said, annoyed, "He's just a normal guy. I can't stand him tho! Always trying to provoke me and that smile- I hate him!"

"What did you just say?!", my father immediately got up, "Mista, go get your gun, we have a guy to threaten!"

"Wait wait wait!", Abbacchio started and for minutes, I thought he was , "A guy smiling at you? And provoking you? Bucciarati, we have a code red."

"You're right. Giorno, start thinking of a pla-"

"STOP!", I yelled, "Are you crazy?! What do you think you're going to do?!"

My mother, for once, agreed with me.

"Mel is right. Calm down!"

"Besides, his father is in Passione! ", I continued.

"Passione?", Trish asked.

"Huh? What branch?", uncle Bucciarati asked.

"I don't know.", I sighed, "But Emo boy has a Stand so his father must have one too."

"Don't you know his name? Why Emo boy?", my father asked.

"I don't know his name. His second name is Gian but his first is unknown.", I shrugged, "He's an idiot!"

"I'm investigating.", uncle Giorno said, "Don't worry, Bucciarati."

"Stop! It's not like it matters, anyway.", I said, continuing eating.

After eating, we decided to spend the night before returning home next day. I had to sleep in the same bed as Enzo and Adriano in the guest room because the gang occupied their own rooms. I was in the middle of the boys and both of them unconsciously started hugging me. I smiled to myself before falling asleep.

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I woke up with someone slapping me in the face. I immediately sighed and opened my eyes yes to see Adri still sleeping but his hand was in my face. Enzo was still hugging my waist. So yeah, I was pretty stuck.

"Boys...", I called, seeing the first light shine through our window, "We have to go to school."

They didn't answer.

"Boys!", I said now with a louder voice.

"Ugh... What do you want, sis?", Adriano was the first one to respond.

"First, take your hand out of my face. Second, it's time for school. Third, my arm feels numb! Get off of me!"

With this, Enzo woke up too. The boys both got off me and gave me time to get out of the bed to and prepare for school.

Then I walked with them to school. The bad humor of my uncles continued and I could swear they were still planning in threatening N. Not like I care. But the guy is just an idiot. I can take care of him in a second.

Enzo went on ahead since he had something to do with his class when we got to school. But Adri and I stayed behind and walked with one another.

"Hum, Mel, can I ask you something?"

I immediately worried.

"What's wrong?", I pushed him to the side of the gate, away from everyone.

"Ahum... When did you get your Stand?"

"Huh?", I frowned, "My Stand? Since I was ten maybe... I don't know. Why are you asking?"

"Because I think I got mine!", he smiled.

"Oh! Really?! You have to tell dad! Why are you saying this to me?!"

"Because I don't want to be in the mafia and you're always saying that people with Stands must be in the mafia."

I bit my lip.

"That was me just being stupid. You have to show me at lunch!"

"OK.", he smiled, "Let's meet in the back of the school."

"K."

My father always says to not show my Stand in public, so that's something I wanna teach to Adriano. He's smarter than me and is in 8th grade, so, yeah... That says much about me.

We parted ways and I went to class.

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