Mattia's sister

Chapter two

Ma:Mija-
She Said while she bursted trough the door
Ma:Awwwww
Matti:Mama where are yo-
Ma:Sshhh look their sleeping
Matti:Awwww
Luca:SAKAABAHHAHAABAHA MAMAMAAAAAMAAMAMANMAA
Y/n:Mmm Luca calm down i'm sleeping
Luca:i'm so boredddddddd
Y/n:Go outside or something
And i closed my eyes again
Luca:But i don't wanna go aloneeeee
Y/n:Then ask Mattia
Luca Turner to Mattia
Luca:Mat-
Matti:No.
And he walked away to his room
Luca:Ma-
But she was already gone
Luca:Ella please please pleasseeeee
Y/n:Finee
And i got up and i put Martin carefully pff my chest and put him on my bed
Y/n:Let's go
Were now walking into the living room
Luca:YE-
Y/n:Luca No grites Y saca tu culo afuera
Luca:Huh?
I hear laughing
Matti:Luca don't scream and go outside
He laughs a little
Y/n: Mattia que estas haciendo?
Matti:Dude some privacy
Y/n: Sin privacidad esta es mi maldita casa
Matti:Huh?
Sotp:Laughs
Sotp:What?
Someone on the phone:Sotp
Sotp: she said "No privacy this is my damn house"
Matti:It may be your home but i have freedom perioda.
Y/n: Get your PeRiOdA outta my house Perioda.
Sotp:Laughs
Sotp:Hahahaha
Sotp:Bro she did you like dat
And otha people
Y/n:Mattia get of your phone And go play with your brother outside
Matti:Ugh you act like mama
Matti:And i'm calling my friends i have a right to do that
Y/n: And this is my house so i have a right to take this
And i snatched his phone out of his hands
Matti:Your fifteen you can't do this!
Y/n: Quince y mas responsable que tu!
Y/n: Mi casa mis reglas perra!
Ma:What is all this yelling about!
Matti:Mama she took my phone
And he pointed at me
Ma:Mija!
Y/n: No me culpes su trasero está solo en el sofá de este maldito teléfono y tú me culpas a mí el que prácticamente tiene un niño de dis años y ni siquiera sale a jugar come su Hermano mi casa puedo echarte de mi casa!
Sotp:Ohh shiii y'all Saw that
Sotp:I don't  understand this but i do
Sotp:Periodt queen tell himm
Sotp:This to much dramaaa
Sotp:Is this Spanish?
I turned my head to the phone of Mattia And said
Y/n:Si desconocido
Then Martin comes into the room
Mar:Ellwa
Y/n:Bebé
And i ran to him And dropped the phone
I grabbed him into my arms and i put my hand on his forhead
Y/n: oh dios mío!
I put his head over my shoulder yk
Mattia ran to his room with his phone
Ma:Qué?
Y/n:Mama his forehead
Ma:Its warm maybe he's sick put him to bed mija
Y/n: Okay
I put him on my bed under the covers