Layla's POV
"What colour do you want?" I turn to Luca, "I have yellow, blue and pink." I show him the coloured notepad.
"I'll have the yellow." He nods, as he switches his phone off, placing it down.
I quickly tear it off its pad and hand it to him, before I reach for a book from my counter and hand it to him to lean on.
"...So what do you want to do?" I look up at him and he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.
"Have you ever played Stop-The-Bus?"
"Never heard of it." He shakes his head.
"I'll teach you." I grin, as I start to draw the outlines of the game.
"I have to mouthe the alphabet to you, and you have to say STOP, and I stop at the letter I'm on, then using that letter I have to name a name, food/drink, colour, animal, and um, celebrity." I start jotting the categories down.
"The letter I stopped at has to be the starter of the answers of each category, at the end of each round there's a total, if you can't think of one for a category, you get a zero for it, if you get the same as the other player you get a five. But if it's not the same and it's correct you get a ten." I finish the outline, before I take the sheet off him. "I'll draw it for you."
"Oh and the first to finish has to shout STOP THE BUS! And then you have to do a countdown from ten, after that the other player has to stop straight away, even if they haven't finished." I give him his sheet back and smile.
He stares down at the paper, and nods. "This should be interesting."
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"Stop the bus." Luca chuckles.
"Uh, not yet." I pinch my brows together, as I try to find a celebrity, with the letter L.
"Tesoro, that's cheating."
"One more minute, I'm on the last one." I scramble my brain for something.
"You're disqualified."
"No! You haven't done the countdown!" I exclaim, as I begin to panic.
"Alright." He chuckles again."Ten."
Uhhh
"Nine."
"In your head, I can't concentrate!" I growl, beginning to grow frustrated, and he laughs again.
after a few seconds left, he breaks the silence.
"Two."
"I'M DONE!" I yell.
"Name?" He smirks, and I take a deep breath, pushing my hair back, and clearing my throat.
"Layla, yours?"
"Luca."
We both laugh, as we scribble a ten under the name.
"Colour?" I ask.
"Lime."
"Light blue." I say, and he cocks a brow.
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Teen FictionEight Years Ago "Mom.." I say with a small smile on my face. My sister had passed her first music lesson and we're all so proud of her. "What is it Layla!? can't you see I'm busy?!" She snaps. "Oh.." I say, my smile faltering slightly, as I watch mo...
