Lost in the Music (Il Volo fanfic)

Luciano's Return

Luciano's POV

I ran down stairs and out the door. Rumors were all over Facebook about how the famous

Gianluca was seen out with a girl last night and I have a feeling I know who. "Where are you

going?" My mom asked. "I'm going to visit Bay and invite her to dinner." I replied. She looked

surprised. "Okay. Your father is going to be working late tonight so it will just be me and you." I

turn, flashed her a smile, and ran over to Bay's house. I don't know how or when, but I will win

Bay's heart to show those snobby boys that I could get a girl even if they're in the way. I rounded

the corner and sprinted up the steps. "Here goes nothing." I murmured and knocked on the door.

Bay's POV

(Dreaming)

Gianluca reached out to me desperately as I was hanging from the cliff. "Take my hand Bella!" He

called. I weakly reached up. My arms failed. "No, take my hand! He will drop you!" I turned to see

Luciano trying to grab my arm. Both Gianluca and Luciano are in my dream? Who can I choose

without hurting anyone? My fingers began to slip. I never was a strong one. I looked back and

forth at the boys. Maybe I should pick Luciano, with his strong arms and bad boy look. But what

about Gianluca? His caring heart and gentle eyes are like no other. I screamed in frustration.

DING-DONG. What was that? I looked around for the source of the noise. DING-DONG.

Everything started fading. "No!" I yelled.

I opened my eyes, my heart pounding. I got up and looked in the mirror. "Okay, someone needs to

brush their hair." I said grabbing my brush. DING-DONG. Shoot! That's what woke me up! I ran

down stairs. As I passed my dad he said, "Good Morning Bay." I opened the door to see Luciano

standing there. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a white tee-shirt, red skinny jeans, and

black boots. His hair was in a quiff with black sunglasses resting behind it. A classic bad boy look.

"Ciao." He said. "Hello." I replied trying to get a look behind him. I secretly was hoping that it

would be Gianluca. "Are you expecting someone?" I laughed and quickly focused on him. "Nope,

just looking for the news paper." He smiled warmly at me. "May I come in?" "Of course." We

walked into the kitchen. "Ciao, Luciano." My dad said. "Hello sir." Dad looked at me, a question

forming in his eyes. "Two boys in two days? Your friends in America would love to be you." I shot

him a mean glare. Luciano laughed. "What?" I asked. "Don't you think that it's a little weird that

every time I see you, you're in your pjs?" He asked looking me up and down. My cheeks turned a

dark red. "Um, I'll be right back." I said and ran to my room and slammed the door. This was a

weird way to start a day.

30 minutes later...

I looked at myself in the closet mirror one last time. Since I didn't feel like wearing a bunch of

makeup, I just decided to only do concealer, mascara, and blush. My outfit was made up of a short

red dress, small white jacket, a tan belt, black wedges, and a fake onyx necklace. Summertime fun

look. My dark brown hair was up in a tousled pin up with a black flower pinned in. Hopefully I

looked as cute as I feel. I walked down stairs to see Luciano and my dad cooking. "Whatcha

making?" I asked. Luciano turned towards me. "We're making pancakes with strawberries." He

said, looking me up and down. I blushed. "My favorite!" I said and sat at the bar table to watch

them. From what I've heard from my dad, Luciano was an really good cook. The way he moved

around the kitchen looked as if he was at home. My phone buzzed. It was Gianluca. "Are you

awake Che Bella?" He texted. "Yep. I'm siting in my kitchen. We're fixing breakfast, would you like

to come over?" "Sure. Are your cooking skills good?" "Nope. But I'm not the one cooking. Luciano

and my dad are." Gianluca didn't respond. "Are you there?" I texted. "Yes. Sorry I'm getting ready

to come over." "Great! I'll tell them to fix an extra plate." "See you soon." "Bye." I turned to my

dad. "Hey, fix an extra plate. Gianluca is coming over." I called. He gave me a thumbs up. I turned

to see Luciano's face was set in a frown. He was muttering some type of insult. Inviting Gianluca

may have been a bad idea...

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