𝙈𝙄𝙓𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙋 ➪ 𝙈Å𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙉 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔

2. LA PAROLE LONTANE [D.D]

[You are Isabella]

We were filming the music video for Måneskin's new song 'La Parole Lontane.' I was the, as we liked to call it, 'mysterious woman' which represented Marlena.

I'd been friends with the band since high school times and we were all really close since then.

But now, it was right before we were going to shoot the scene between me and Damiano. The kiss.

Now, it wouldn't be that bad if I didn't have feelings for him and the fact that he could easily be the hottest man alive.

Victoria, my best friend of fifteen years, said that from what Damiano told them about me he also had feelings for me. Well, this was going to be fun! Note my sarcasm there.

I approached the set where Damiano was already sitting and I sat opposite him. His face is just undescribable. Those cheekbones sharp, the eyes dark like the inside of a labyrinth and I had to find my way inside to the real him.

Oh God. That cigarette. That motherfucking cigarette. It made him look so fucking hot even when he was just sitting there and him being shirtless certainly did not help.

Woah. The butterflies felt as if they were trying to rip through my stomach. I don't think that is healthy.

"OK, people! Lets get this scene done." shouted the director in Italian.

And so, the camera crew started recording.

He put the cigarette in between his fingers as the director counted down.

"Three, two, one and ACTION!"

He held the cigarette in between his fingers, looking at me and then he put it in between his lips, just like the director had told him to when he was explaining to us what we should do and how. I then lifted my hand and took the cigarette out of his mouth gently and saw him let out a quick puff of smoke. I put the cigarette in between my lips and shortly after the director shouted.

"CUT! Perfect! Absolutely fantastic!" he shouted.

I let out the smoke that was in my mouth and gave back the cigarette to the assistants who threw it away.

The director clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Now time for the kiss!"

My heart dropped. I was going to kiss Damiano. The boy, or man, now I'd liked since I was a dumb sixteen year old. Well, I guess you only live once.

"Three, two, one and ACTION!" shouted the director in Italian.

I put the lipstick on his lips and then we neared eachother and soon I felt his lips pressed softly against mine.

It felt like the world had stopped spining, the minutes froze and time stopped.

That was the best feeling I had ever experienced and I'm sure it was Damiano's too because when the director shouted 'CUT!' we pulled away slowly and Damiano had pure shock painted on his face, which soon turned into a shy smile as he looked down at his hands.

What will happen next?

I was soon to find out.