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How the Messed Up Simons Family Feels 2

Ashton

Please note that all Italian was translated on Google Translate so it might be wrong. If you know the correct way, comment away! :)

"Well, this is awkward," I muttered to myself. I stood, mentally praying to myself that Allison would come back quickly.

I was debating whether to sit down or continue standing when a girl came into the room. She was wearing a white shirt that said sorry, did I roll my eyes out loud? and Jean shorts. She had dirty blonde hair and dark green eyes. She stared at me for a second, shrugged, and plopped down onto one of the couches. She turned on the T.V.

"Uh-"

She gave me a look and that made me shut up. Did deadly glares run in the family?

Before I could even realize what was happening, an older lady came into the room while holding a cup. I assumed she was the grandmother. She also stared at me for a second before handing the cup to the girl on the couch. "Chi è lui?" She asked.

The girl shrugged. "Non so la nonna."

"Um- Can I know what's going on?" I said very awkwardly.

The girl snorted. "My Grandma wants to know who you are."

"Oh. Um, I'm Allison's friend."

Grandma gave a big grin. "È il ragazzo di Allison?"

The girl started laughing hysterically. "No. AHAHHAHAHAHAHAH." She stopped and stared at me again. Then she continued laughing. "There is no way this is the guy. AHAHAHAHHHAHAHA."

I started getting frustrated. "I'm sorry but this guy has a name."

The girl started to say some nasty comment but Grandma stopped her. "Sorry." She said.

Without warning, someone came into the room. "Did I just hear Leila apologizing?" He had the same dirty blonde hair and green eyes as Leila. He wore a striped white T-shirt and brown shorts. I was taller than him but he seemed much older.

"Whoops, an idiot just joined the party. I'm out." Leila got up from the couch and left the room.

"Ok, fine by me," the guy said. "Ciao nonna."

"Ciao. Hai tutto gestito?" Grandma asked. The guy nodded and Grandma left the room.

"So... My name is Colin." He held out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm unfortunately Leila's brother. I assume you're Allison's friend?"

I shook it. "Yeah. I'm Ashton. Nice to meet you too."

"Cool. Here, take a seat." I plopped down onto the couch. Colin took a seat next to me. "I'm 20 years old by the way."

"I'm currently still 15, which makes Allison older than me," I said.

"Wow. You're tall for 15. I'm 20 and I'm only 5'9. I'm guessing you play basketball or do swimming? I can't tell anymore. Kids are getting mad tall these days."

"Yeah. I do basketball. I quit lessons to join my high school's basketball team. I'm hoping for a full ride."

"That's actually really smart. If you're really good they might give it to you. I was stupid and didn't join a team back in high school. I used to do soccer."

"Oh, really? My parents both did soccer when they were young... Which is how they met. But anyways, I used to get 'trained' by my parents. Now my brother has to go through that."

"Hmm... Wanna play? I'll show you some neat tricks." Colin nodded towards the backyard.

"Why not?"