Trust me. ~ a Leonetta fanfic

Leon and I

Violetta's POV

Olga: Here is the chocolate cake! Oh, Leon! You are here too! I didn't even see you!

L: Yes, I'm here...

Dad: Leon! What a surprise! What are you doing here?

I: I invited him...

Dad: Ohh...

Angie: It's so great to finally be here! I've missed you all so much!

*the doorbell rings*

Dad: I open the door!

*he leaves*

Angie: Did you invite more people?

I: No...

*Dad comes back with Priscilla and Ludmila*

Dad: Angie, this is Priscilla, my fiancée.

Angie: Your what?!?

Priscilla: I'm Priscilla, Ludmila's mum and you are Violetta's aunt?

Angie: Yes...what a surprise...why didn't anyone tell me?

Everyone: ...

I: Eh...Leon, let's go up to my room.

Ludmila: You can't just leave!

I: Leon, let's go.

(In Violetta's room)

L: Okay...that was awkward...

I: Yeah, totally, sorry.

L: There's nothing to be sorry for. 

I: I love you.

L: I love you too!

L: Owh!

I:  Leon, are you okay?

L.: Yes, why have you jsut pricked me with a needle?!?

I: Just for fun. Sorry.

L: You know that because of you there is a hole in my shirt or don't you?

I: Sorry...I could give you a shirt...from my dad but if he finds that out, he'll kill me!

L: I won't go home with a shirt with a hole in it.

I: Then go home without a shirt on you.

L: I could actuallydo that.

*Leon puts off his shirt*

I: Woah...

L: Hahahaha, imperessed?

I: YES! *-*

*Leon kisses Violetta*

*German comes in*

Dad: Vil...WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER?!?

L: I...we only kissed...

Dad: So you kiss girls usually when you are half nacked?

L: Wait, what...?!?

Dad: Leave this house, leave this house! And NEVER EVER come back! And don't even try to touch my Vilu once more! HAve you understood me?

L: Yes, Sir...Vilu...I...

Dad: Do not touch her!

L: Bye...I love you...

I: I love you too.

*Leon leaves the room*

I: Dad, what was that?!?

Dad: The same thing could I ask you!

I: He's my boyfriend! Were were only kissing!

Dad: Yes of course and later you sleep with each other or what, no, VIlu, you are too young for things like that and you know that!

I: Who did even say that we want to sleep with each other?!? Do you hear yourself talking?!?

Dad: It's over. I don't want that you have contact with that guy again. You'll have to leave the studio.

I: What?