~ damiano david imagines ~

sit and listen (pt 2)

"you guys are going to be okay here without me? i've got food delivery on the way for you, we've done all of your homework, and i rented a movie for you guys, call me if you need anything my number is on the fridge,"

"y/n i'm nearly 14 and nica is 10! we can take care of ourselves!" victoria whined,

"you're still young, neither of you can drive, you're practically babies!" i said laughing as i walked to the front door, my heels clicking on the floors.

"don't open the door.."

"for anyone.." we've got it.. victoria finished the sentence for me.. rolling her eyes,

i started walking down to the music shop, me and damiano had agreed upon meeting there for our date.

"holy crap french girl you look gorgeous!" damiano smiled leaning against the wall,

"not too bad yourself," i said, returning the smile, damiano gestured to the door and we walked up the street to the restaurant we discussed going to and got a table,

"dannazione.. suona tutto così bene.." i spoke as my eyes glossed over the menu.

"sì.." damiano trailed off as his own eyes darted across the menu.

eventually we ordered some food and talked for a while.. before ordering a dessert to share,

we ate a whole piece of chocolate cake together but there was one piece left and we both reached for it..

"oh.. you can have it.." damiano said pulling his fork back towards himself.

"no.. please, you can have it.."

"okay.. how about this.. whoever can name an older song gets it?"

"uh.. yeah okay!" i agreed, racking my brain for any old songs my parents liked.

we counted down and at once spoke,

"dolce vita!" damiano said cockily, i could tell he was sure he had won,

"burattino telecomandato!" i challenged,

"well you win.. have the bite of cake," he said pushing it towards me..

i slowly lifted it to my mouth and took a slow bite.. taking my sweet time to chew.. "tastes great.." i giggled.

once we paid the bill we left and started walking back down to the music shop,

"you know we've got a small recording studio in the back of the shop.. wanna come see?" damiano asked, eager to extend the length of our date i agreed.

we walked into the shop and around the piles of dusty records into the back where there were a few guitars, a couple bass, a drum set, and 3 or 4 microphones, along with matching headsets,

"you play?" damiano looked at me..

"yeah i do actually, bass, i actually taught my sister after she decided she didn't like guitar!"

"play me something.. mmm.. french.." damiano hummed,

"uhh... how about danish?" i said nervously.

"works for me!" damiano spoke, handing me one end of a guitar cord and plugging the other into an amp.

i started playing a song that i taught victoria when i first started teaching her, it was a little rusty but okay for the most part,

i finished playing and damiano goofily clapped for me, standing up and taking the bass from me, and turning on one of the microphones, he slipped on a headset,

he sang the french song perfectly.. it was gorgeous and i couldn't help but smile and sing along,

"that was beautiful.." i smiled, "i told you french was great.."

"yeah i uh.. may or may not have some relatives in france.." he said scratching the back of his head.

i gasped dramatically and started laughing, "so you really are a french boy?" i giggled,

"100% italian prime beef, just had some relatives move to france a while ago.."

"italian prime beef huh?" i said, with an eyebrow raised.

"i can show you if you want?" he smirked..

"ahh well than we'd better get a move on back to my house.." i snickered and grabbed his hand walking out of the shop the locking the door and starting the walk home.

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gross. i hate this.

love you all so very much!

caz out.

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