happy birthday to the Ita brosSsssooooo, it's March the 17th, Feli and Romano's birthdaaay! > v <More Like This
/throws confetti everywhere
happy birthday to them woohooooo yeah
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Note: Contains bloodshed and swearing. If you do not like, please do not blame me and just do not read.
“We’ve arrived, miss.” A butler said, opening the door.
“Ohmyflubblinggod, we’re finally here!” a voice replied. The girl then stepped out of the car, a heel coming out first. She then adjusted her sunglasses, her hair bunched in a messy bun.
“Thanks yo.” She said grinning at the butler. He nodded and gave a formal thanks.
“No problem at all, miss.”
“Nuh-uh! No ‘miss’, it makes me feel damn old!” she scolded him, using a mama tone. “Just call me Chelsea!”
“You cannot go to sleep?” you inquired, looking at the boys who were looking at the bed awkwardly. Maybe save for Francis and Antonio but that was pretty much it.
“Erm…..” Ludwig said flushing, turning his head to the side. You did understand the situation.
“I suppose I shall sleep on the floor
2p!F.A.C.E. x teen!reader-She's growing up(ch.2)You hung up with Peter then went to check your closet. You moved all the clothes that you wanted (ragazza) to try on to the front of the closet where you could get them easily. She always thought your closet was so big and never wanted to cause you the trouble of looking through it. She was so nice.More Like This
You held up an all pink dress with a white bow around the waist and flower like frills at the bottom. You thought she would love this one. "She's going to look at this and say 'Oh thank you big cousin! I love it so much! I can't wait to wear it out!'," You hug the dress before you hear your goddaddy knocking at the door.
You hung the dress back up then scurried off. When you open it, you hug Flavio first then give a big hug to your cousin. "Oh hello, my dear cousin!"
"You two have fun~!" Flavio left the scene, back to his car. You waved excitedly to him as he drove off.
"Bye godaddy!" You take (ragazza's) hand then lead her inside.
"So. What do you wanna do?"
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You sighed mentally. All this stupid hassle for some name calling. Great, now you were responsible for nearly all the group’s faults and problems.
The Principal had called you to the office. He found out whose food had gotten at you, and he sent the apparently ‘duo’ to the Cafeteria as well. You decided to check on them. You could say it was a good excuse to not go home.
Anywhere but home for you.
You closed your eyes. A woman with beautiful long hair was playing with you in a field of flowers. It was so serene and pure bliss, like playing in Heaven’s playground. You saw yourself—a small girl with a crown of flowers—playing with a huge smile on your face.
That smile disappeared in a matter of seconds.
A pure, small silver capsule burst through the woman—blood spilling out. She fell slowly to the ground, all the laughter and happiness going with her.
You didn’t know what happened. The world seemed to die around you, as if an apoca
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“Sit down.” The Principal said sternly. Arthur and Francis gulped as they saw the two seats in front of them.
Feli looked confused but then Kiku nudged him to tell him that they had to stand up. The rest of the boys shuffled awkwardly. You walked calmly and composed to the side of the Principal.
“So, how did this all start?” He asked.
There were a few minutes of silence. Kiku remembered what happened, but he didn’t want to say anything. He looked to the floor, thinking of what he should do. Arthur saved Kiku’s worries as he sighed and spoke.
“Francis insulted me.” Arthur said with a straight look. The Principal raised his eyebrow and was about to talk when Francis retorted to Arthur’s claim.
“Pfft, I was only saying a fact eyebrows bastard!” he said rolling his eyes.
Arthur then stood up and Francis stood up.
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He was staring out the window, his emerald eyes watching nothing in particular. He wore an expression of sorrow and pain. It was obvious by the way his hands shook as they clasped onto his tea cup. He hadn't even touched it yet, being to nervous about what the events of the outdoors held this day. I could tell he was in pain as well, his other hand held the base of his back, as if he had a creak in it or there was a pinch in the disks.
I kept silent, stiring my bowl of oatmeal that he had prepared for me, aside from me scraping the burnt layer into the waste basket. I felt like there was an awkwardness in the air, and I'm not counting the arguement we had last night, about me bringing up taxes again.
He never liked me complaining about taxes.
At last he broke away from the window, taking a moment to glance over to the table to look me over. I was wearing one of the stuffy suits he had gotten