"I am at war with the obvious"
-William Egglestone
Francesca River de Luca
"I am not your slave. How dare you keep me locked up!" I screamed into the phone.
"No you're not my slave amore. And you're not locked anywhere." He said with a sigh.
I have been fuming ever since I got to know about his little stunt but the moment he said amore my heartbeat went haywire.
Get a grip girl!
This is serious. He cannot go all Neanderthal on me . I do not appreciate it nor will I ever allow it.
"You know what go Google the meaning of locked first. Your English vocabulary is as bad as Tobey Maguire as Spiderman. Tell uncle Marcus that he wasted money on your education." I told him haughtily.
"Tell him yourself, I am not your damn messenger Francesca. And I clearly remember my instructions, nobody's going to question your decisions and you can go out but with security. So stop fussing over it." He snapped.
HOW DARE HE!!! THIS IS WAR!!!
"Oh yes, going out with half a dozen men in black is so much fun. Yeah, thank you so much, your highness. How am I ever going to repay your oh so generous services? With my sanity probably. Hmm. That sounds tempting, doesn't it?" I snapped back with sarcasm lacing my words.
Hah! Take that.
"il mio amore, did you fail your maths? Because I don't think five is half a dozen. Or maybe they have changed the system. Have they?" He commented without even bothering to mask his amusement.
This bipolar potato!!!
"Whatever Leone. Just stop it . You cannot invade my privacy. This is not fair. You're not playing fair." I said defeated.
"You're not a game, gattino. This isn't meant to be fair. After all, we cannot tie an angel to darkness without sealing the windows, now can we? I am a selfish man swirling in darkness, amore but you give me a reason to wake up every morning and I'll be damned if a single hair on your body is out of place. The men stays. Now tell me what do you want from Italy?" He said deeply and as usual I swooned a bit and my heartbeat? Well let's just say it's unnatural right now.
I don't know what to say to that. Leone Alessio Valentini is an enigma that is tougher than black holes, to decipher. He bullied me senseless when I was in Italy. I begged my father to send me to stay at my grandparent's house in New York, just to stay away from him. In his proximity air becomes charged with electricity and all my organs do gymnastic stunts inside me. He's infuriating beyond bounds and oh so stubborn. He is toxic for my existence. I cannot let his alluring darkness lure me in and consume my light. No matter how badly I want to run into his embrace, I will always run away from him. Far away.
"Well principessa, are you done thinking about what tantrum you want to throw next? Come on, now tell me, what do you want?" His deep baritone brought me back to the shore of reality.
"Well arancia, I don't want you to come. We don't want me to throw up on you. Now do we?" I cooed in a sickly sweet voice. And he burst out laughing.
"Mio Dio gattino, you need serious help in Italian. You literally called me an orange." He said between his laughter.
I should have taken Italian.
"Thank goodness somebody's enjoying so much. I feel so honored. Wow just wow!" Sarcasm dripped off my voice more than sauce from pasta.
"Cosa ho intenzione di fare su di te!" He said in Italian with a long sigh.
God that accent! Stop it ! A girl can only take so much.
"I will run away from this blasted prison. Mark my words. I have strong wings Leone, strong enough to break the bonds apart and fly off." With that I slammed the phone down
Leone
This man, one moment he warms me up, but it's all prickly ice the next. He makes me feel exhilarating, but fear of darkness comes handy with that. He makes me feel special and adored. The way he says my name in that deep masculine voice oozing with raw Italian accent teleports me into a dazed mixture of nervousness and flattery. He say it as if I am the only one person in this entire stretch of eternity who owns that name. Even when he bullied me day in and day out, he made me feel like I am the only one that existed and I am it for him.
I last saw him when I was twelve and he was seventeen on thanksgiving, where he made me stand on the dinner table and make chicken noises because he was missing Bella, the chicken in his grandfather's farm. Yep! Totes embarrassing. That day I swore not to see him ever , so I didn't. I knew if I turned around and saw him I will run back to him.
Even when he embarrassed and bullied me, I knew that I had his undivided attention that nobody ever had. I knew that every time we were in the same arena he saw all my moves as if he was trying to capture me in his mind, as if I was intangible. And me? I basked in all his attention and intensity.
He always treated me as if I was his, no questions asked. And maybe I was his. Maybe I am at war with the obvious. A losing war.
Author's note:
Well here it is. I hope you guys like it. And again thank you all so much. VOTE IT UP!
Am sorry to anyone who got offended by the Spiderman joke. I really didn't mean ANY OFFENCE. It's just that for me Andrew Garfield is a better Spiderman who is so much similar to the comics but Tobey Maguire as Spiderman is kinda too serious. But that's just my opinion. And I don't belong to the "I hate Tobey Maguire" fan club. I loved him in The great Gatsby.
Who is your kind of Spiderman: Andrew Garfield or Tobey Maguire?
Translations:
Amore - Love
il mio amore - My love
Gattino - Kitten
Principessa - Princess
Arancia - Orange
Cosa ho intenzione di fare su di te - What am I going to do about you.
Mio Dio - My god
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