Paol

This is the next chapter it kind of fast and short but u have alot of rewriting to do with stuff i want to add to it... I THOUGHT OF A TITLE!!! :)

 

                             Paol

The weeks have seemed to fly by while I’ve been with Viviana. Her life is so full of love. Tessa her mother has nine brothers and sisters, and each of them has at least five kids. One aunt has another one on the way. Her dad Augusto has twelve brothers and sisters and they have five or more kids also. Now I know why Italians have a reputation of big families. So all together she might have over a hundred first cousins.

 

 

My parents have nothing on them. Mom has to brothers and sisters and and my dad has just one. All together I have like eight first cousins…. I used to think that was a lot but now I’m not so sure. 

 

 

 

We’ve been doing everything together, she’ll eat dinner at my house one night, and I at hers the next. Our families seem to like each other too. I know that my mother and Rosie really like Viviana.

 

 

I’m laying in bed when I get a text from Viviana.

 

 

“Hey whats up?

 

 

“Nothing just laying down you? I text back

 

 

 

“reading a book to Alessandro.”

 

 

“You need a mug or something that says worlds greatest sister.”

 

 

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

 

 

“I would.”

 

 

“What are you doing tomorrow.” She asks me.

 

 

“Tomorrow is Saturday and I’m doing absolutely nothing.”

 

 

“Wanna go skating at Rockefeller Center?”

 

 

“Indoor skating right. Like with four wheels?”

 

 

“NO!! You’ve never heard of Rockefeller Center? It has the huge OUTDOOR ice skating rink! Its one of the things we’re famous for! WHATS WRING WITH YOU!!” Comes her long over dramatic text.

 

 

“Nothing is wrong with me!! Whats wrong with you! Are you trying to orchestrate my DEATH?!”

 

 

 

The next thing I know my phone shows the incoming call screen. It flashes Viviana.

 

 

“Hello?”

 

 

“Paol you’ll be fine I PROMISE!!” She yells into the phone.

 

 

 

“I have never been ice skating LET ALONE NEAR one in my ENTIRE life!!”

 

 

“Pleease! Pleeease!!! Pleaaaasssse!!!!”

 

 

“Okay fine but I die..!”

 

 

“Which you won’t!”

 

 

 “If! I die I’m blaming you.”

 

 

“If you die? Why cant it be if you get hurt?”

 

 

“What do you mean?”

 

 

“People always say “If I die.” I mean it’s a huge exaggeration the chances of it are one in a million, maybe even more!”

 

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it bothered you.” I say thinking that shes been acting strange lately.

 

 

“No I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up at you that way.”

 

 

“It’s okay…. What time tomorrow?”

 

 

“I’ll pick you up at 12:30.”

 

 

“Oh so You’ll pick Me up eh?”

 

 

“Like I said I’ll pick you up.”

 

 

“What ever happened to all New Yorkers taking the subways or catching cabs?”

 

 

“we still do but u like driving if it weren’t for me my brothers and sisters wouldn’t have cars. I just had to complain enough.”

 

 

“ha-ha Oh wow!”

 

 

“And yes I will pick you up its not like you know where it is.”

 

 

“You’ve got that right I don’t. all the brown stones, lofts and penthouses look the same.”

 

 

“Hey now!! Don’t knock New York. Brownstones Penthouses and expensive hotels are out thing!!”

 

 

“Yea yea yea!”

 

 

“VIVI HURRY UP!!” I hear her brother in the background.

 

 

“Okay Sandro! I gotta finish reading him his bedtime story.”

 

 

“Okay I’ll talk to you soon.”

 

“Bye.”

 

 

I cant believe I’ve already been living in New York two months. It’s November now. Viviana has shown me so many places. Historical and not. I think my favorite one so far is times square. It’s a change from small quiet Napa to big bustling NYC. Well except for all the rich people.

 

 

Vivianas family is pretty much rich. They own a six floor brownstone it’s very nice. Dad, mom, Rosie and I live in a large apartment just under the penthouse suite. So when someone says “walking up to the front door.” It really means the elevator.

 

 

I decide to go do some homework so it’ll just be done. Grabbing my backpack I pull out math homework. The workload at this school is much higher than back at my school in Napa. About an hour later I’ve finished everything I needed to do.

 

 

It’s twelve A.M. and I’m not even tired just hungry. I pick up my phone deciding to call Viviana to see if she’s awake. The phone rings four times before she answers.

 

 

“Hello?”

 

 

“Hey.”

 

 

“Do you miss me that much?” She says playfully.

 

 

“You know I do.”

 

 

“It’s nice to be the object of someone’s affection. Especially when it makes others jealous.”

 

 

“So how are things going with Mia?”

 

 

“She’s still mad at me. Apparently I was supposed to know she wanted you.”

 

 

“I see well I’m sorry.”

 

 

  “It’s okay shes supposed to be a real friend but what ever. Anyway what are you doing?”

 

 

“Getting some food. What about you?”

 

 

“Oh just laying in bed daydreaming.”

 

 

“About me I hope!”

 

 

 

“You’ll never know.”

 

 

Viviana and I talk on the phone for two more hours.

 

 

“Paol?”

 

 

“Yes?”

 

 

“I’m gonna get off the phone I’m tired.”

 

 

“Okay I’ll see you soon.” I say hanging up.

 

 

I lift the covers and get under them. Sleep is my bestfriend tonight. The time the clock reads when I wake up I eleven forty-five. I barely have anytime to get ready. I quickly pick up my towel and go into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later I’m up dressed and ready. I start heading to the kitchen next.

 

 

“Good morning Paol.” A voice says. I turn to find Viviana sitting there.

 

 

“Oh hey.” I go to the bar stool where she sits and put my arms around her to give her a hug, and kiss her cheek.

 

 

“Luckily my mom is turned toward the stove. “You guys want some lunch?”

 

 

“What are you making?” I ask her.

 

 

“Baked Ziti its done now would you like some Viviana?”

 

 

“Yes please.”

 

 

“Paol do you?”

 

 

“Of Course!!”

 

 

Mom gets plates and forks from the cabinet and drawer. I notice that Rosie isn’t here.

 

 

“Wheres Rosie?”

 

 

“She’s out at Central Park with your father.”

 

 

“Oh.” I stop talking when she sets the plates in front of us.

 

 

“Paol I’m going to meet your father and Rosie for a day out. Make sure you turn everything off when you all leave.”

 

 

“Okay mom.” I call to her as she leaves.

 

 

Viviana and I finish eating, I put our bowls in the dishwasher.

 

 

“Now go get dressed we have an adventure to start!”

 

 

“I am dressed.” I say lookind down at my simple cashmere sweater and jeans.

 

 

“No.”

 

“What do you mean no?”

 

 

“You are not dressed. You. Will. Freeze.” She states solemnly.

 

 

“WHAT!!?? Your dressed in the same thing pretty much!”

 

 

“That’s different.”

 

 

“And how is that?”

 

 

“I’m from New York and used to going ice skating all the time. You well… You not so much. Now come on.” She says cantering toward my bedroom.

 

 

I find her there going through my drawers pulling things out that I suspect I’m supposed to layer over other clothes. She then gracefully stands and goes to my closet. I look at the three shirts she’s thrown out for me on the bed. One tank top one t-shirt and one long-sleeved shirt. “Uh Viviana am I supposed to be able to move in all of this?”

 

 

“You’ll be fine I promise. Argh!!!”

 

 

“Whats wrong?” I ask going to my closet.

 

 

“I can’t reach your stupid sweater!!”

 

 

“Hey now don’t be mean to the sweater! You can’t help it if your vertically challenged!!” I tease her, but in reality Viviana isn’t short at all for her age she’s actually about 5’7. But the shelf is sort of high.

 

 

“Oh whatever!!” She retorts playfully standing on a box to get more height. The sweater is in her grasp just before the box collapses in on itself and she falling backwards into me.

 

 

I catch her just in time. My closet has been turned into a disaster area though shirts and sweaters are sprawled all over the floor. “You know I could have gotten that.” I tell her grinning.

 

 

“Wipe that grin off your face or else.” She yells trying to suppress a laugh.

 

 

“Or else what?”

 

 

“I’ll just have to kiss it away!”

 

 

“Well in that case you’d better start kissing.”

 

 

“If you want it that way.” Her full red lips press to mine and my grin slowly goes away as I kiss her back.

 

 

We sit there are my closet floor kissing each other for awhile. Then I look up and remember why my closet looks so bad. “You know my closet looks like a pig sty now.”

 

 

“Well now your room it’s like any normal teenage boys.”

 

 

“Or any normal teenage boys with a destructive girlfriend.”

 

 

“Well no more kisses for you!!” Viviana cries sticking her tongue out at me. “Now where’d that sweater go?” Rummaging through the mess of my closet she eventually finds it and waltzes gingerly out into my room. “Now come out here and get dressed.”

 

 

I follow her and catch and see that she’s leaving the room. “You don’t have to go.” 

 

 

Her blue eyes look at me intensely and she goes to sit on the bed looking out of a window. I look take my sweater and off jeans off then look at the clothes she’s laid out for me. Viviana turns to look at me.

 

 

“Well what are you doing silly? Staring at the clothes and hoping they’ll magically put themselves on you?” She asks sarcastically.

 

 

“That’s a thought now isn’t it?”

 

 

“Yes… Yes it is. Paol do you realize you don’t have any clothes on?”

 

 

Oh my gosh I realize then that I don’t. “Uh yea well… yea.”

 

 

“Well lets get you dressed.” She helps me layer the clothes and at the points where her fingers brush my skin my blood pumps fast and my body goes hot.

 

 

Thirty minutes later we’re out of the house and on to our adventure of the day. I’m hoping I live through this.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong chapter. I like the pace of this story. Each day slow and easy to create real life and desires. Adventure is what we all need to be content. A excellent chapter.
Coyote