summer in portorosso - luca x alberto

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luca's pov:

"that's so nice! wow, it seems wonderful over there."

my mom said.

"it is! you guys should definitely come visit some time!"

"oh we will."

i heard a knock on the door, i got up to get it.

"oh, hi alberto."

"good morning alberto!"

my mom yelled. he waved at them awkwardly.

"do you mind if i steal your son?"

they both laughed.

"not at all, take him."

my dad said.

"good."

alberto grabbed my hand and closed the door.

"uh, good morning what are you doing?"

"sorry for giuila a behavior for whatever she did."

"oh... uh it wasn't a big deal... i just- i just lashed out on her for a dumb thing."

"oh, what was it?"

"nothing! nothing..."

"okay then..."

alberto said as he let go of my hand and we walked into his house again.

"giuila, apologize."

"it wasn't a big deal alberto, it's okay."

"no, whatever. i'm sorry luca."

giuila apologized for me.

"it's okay, you still making pancakes? can i join...?"

giuila giggled.

"of course! i encourage you too."

giuila grabbed three plates and put pancakes on them.

we sat down at the table, she placed the plates down.

"so... what are you all doing today?"

"oh uh... not sure, angelo said he wanted to hang out but i don't know."

giuila looked over at albertos face. he looked irritated.

"oh, psh don't worry about angelo. he's good, plus you should let your parents be his models if he's so interested."

"that's true... but he told me he's more young sea monsters bodies instead."

"young!? what does he even mean? he's so weird. and... and what does he even think taking people and taking pictures of them? like that's not odd at all? come on!"

alberto said pushing himself back onto the seat.

"hey, alberto it's okay. maybe i'll tell him to hop off."

"guys, he's not bad! it's not like he wants to hurt me! he has an obsession and he's just studying me. what's so wrong?"

"nothing! nothing... it's just-

alberto sighed.

"nothing."

giuila looked at alberto. alberto did too before dropping his head down.

"nothing? what are you guys keeping from me?"

"no-

"and don't say nothing! why do you guys keep things from me like this? like- like i'm some sorta baby!"