𝔻 ଠ 𝕃 ℂ 𝔼 𝕊 𝕀 𝔾 ℕ ଠ ℝ 𝔸 (Vento Aureo x F! Reader)

Chapter 4

April 25th, 1998 3:37am

"(Y/N), wake up, we're here." Said a soft italian voice, waking you up slowly. You had hoped that all of that had been a dream, but were disappointed when you still found yourself in an old car with Formaggio at the airport, no Tom to be seen.

"I'm up, I'm up." You say, fully sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You don't know how long you had been out for, but you definitely weren't tired anymore. You looked to the small digital clock on the car radio. It read 3:37 am.

"You were sleeping like a rock, I almost thought you died on me!" He said with a chuckle, earning a chuckle from yourself as well.

"You can't get rid of me that quick." You say smiling and stretching your arms above your head. Formaggio was glad he had someone who could match his humor, which could sometimes be a little dark. He was also glad that you weren't still terribly upset over Tom's death, it would've killed Tom to see you upset over something like that.

"Well our flight doesn't leave for another hour, and I'm pretty sure that the lines won't be long, so we should get some food before we head out. Sound good?" Formaggio asks, digging around in the glove box for something. You nodded your head and cracked your knuckles, soon exiting the car with your bag on your shoulders.

3:46

You and Formaggio had finally made it through baggage search and were left with 44 minutes on the clock before your flight would leave. Formaggio offered to grab some food while you waited in the waiting area. You agreed and went to sit down, taking a minute to relax your body. Your muscles burned and your eyes hurt. You had scratches up and down your legs and small burns on your arms. You were beat up, but it's not the worst you've ever gone through.

You began to close your eyes taking a deep breath in. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Your eyes shot open, only to see ICP in front of you, smiling wickedly. You knew they weren't mean or scary, but to others they could definitely come out that way. You smiled and patted their head. Their hands were clasped together as they held them out towards you. Slowly opening their hands, you saw a flower. It was a beautiful white peace lily, something your mother would often plant in the houses garden. You grinned and took it from ICP's hands, placing it behind your ear. 'I did it mom, I won. I hope you can rest easy now. Tell big brother I miss him a whole bunch, and that I never did get to read those stupid comics he wanted me to read.' You chuckled to yourself at your thoughts as Formaggio's body came into view.

"Hey (Y/N)!" He yelled, frantically waving. You were glad it was so early and there was no one here, or you would've probably gotten embarassed. Your stand retreated as did the lily, leaving you by yourself once again. You stood up and walked over to the italian boy, shushing him.

"Oh psh, whatever. It's not like anyone's here anyways. Oh, by the way, I just got us some Tacobell since I didn't know what else to get, I hope that's alright." He states, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarassment.

"I've never had it, so we'll have to see if you've made a good choice." You say calmly as you walk towards a table. When you noticed Formaggio wasn't following you, you turned back around. His jaw was dropped and his eyes were wide.

"You've never had Taco Bell!?" He yells, throwing his hands up in the air, making the bags of food shake. You laughed and grabbed the bags from his hands before he could make a huge mess. He was still freaking out, asking if you lived under a rock.

"No, I don't live under a rock. Father never let me out of the house. He said I was in danger, that bad people would come and get me. So I never went to school, I never went to parks, I never went to the pool or a waterpark. There are lots of places I've never gone." You say, biting into one of the tacos.