This is where we stay?
1088 Words
” Hey, Blanca, are you sure we have a ride from the airport?” Little did I know she was not listening to me. Because she was checking out the cute flight attendant names Mark. I mean seriously, I should have paid attention because nobody was picking us up from the airport.
Why you might ask, why isn’t someone picking us up? Well, because Blanca forgot to ask her parents so they assumed we had a ride or a cab.
In about 2 hours, plus the time it took us to retrieve our luggage I would say we were waiting in front of the airport.
” So, Blanca, when do they pick us up?”
” Uhm, actually, well …. Can you forgive me?” she had puppy-dog eyes. As she usually does when she does something stupid but fixes it somehow.
” I might forgive you. But how do we get to your parents’ house? I mean no car, no money for a cab …” I felt relaxed, maybe it is the Italian air doing this to me. But I did not feel scared or worried, I felt like somehow, something is going to happen and we will be ok.
„ Rose?” she started to get worried.
” Yes Blanca?”
” Are you ok? I mean, do you have a fever or took something to relax?”
” NOOO, you know I don’t like taking stuff like that, or any drugs.” But she was right, I do tend to panic. Must be the air or the freedom. Making me, or helping me change for better.
” Rose, I know you love me, so remember that before you try to kill me!” and she started to run. Where, I have no clue.
I just stood there. Did not know what to do. Sure enough, 5 minutes later she shows up. And there is a guy next to her. Sexy, tall, dark, and handsome. I might have drooled a little but I will not admit it even if you torture me.
” Hey Rose, so, I love you!”
” Blanca …” I had no words; I was just looking in his eyes as he was looking into mine.
” s**t!” that was all that Blanca said.
” Hey, Blanca, aren’t you going to introduce your cousin?”
Ahem, so he was her cousin.
” Yes, sorry, Alp … alright, so Rose, this is my cousin Matteo. Matteo this is my best friend and blood-sister Rose”
Yes, Blanca and I are blood-sisters. We took it a few years back. Because we did everything together and we shared our stories. She was lonely, and often had really bad outbursts of anger. If her temper was a mountain then I climbed Mont Blanc mountain at 4810 m (15780 feet). It was easy for me, maybe because she felt like she needed to protect me. So, we made a blood pact to protect each other, to be sisters.
” Matteo, the gift of God, beautiful name.” Can I be more of a geek?
They just stared at me for a couple of seconds.
” Uhm, yes… Yeah, that is actually why my parents named me Matteo. Because I was their gift. I am an only child. And I guess you do not need to hear how they struggled to have me. I like you! You are smart!”
” So, love-birds can we head home? I am starving!” As on cue, she did have a way in ruining moments. Not that I think I was having one with Matteo. Was I?
He was a gentleman. He put our luggage in the trunk. And opened the front door of the car for me, and the back one for Blanca. The drive was silent, I was too scared to turn on the radio. Scared I would offend him? Or he would not like me to touch his car.
Blanca and I were looking at the scenery and occasionally looking at each other through the mirror.
It is a beautiful place, forest, rustic road but surprisingly well kept.
After an hour drive, we finally arrived and were greeted with open arms by Blanca’s parents. Even if they have yet to meet me.
” Hey honey, how what the trip here?” Blanca’s mom had a sweet voice, a warm voice.
” And how is our second daughter?” Wait what? How did they find out? Maybe Blanca told them. Relax, I am sure they will not have a fit about it like my mom.
” Rose, I told them. Sorry I did not tell you!”
” It is ok, please don’t be ….” But I was interrupted by her parents.
” Hey, we want to thank you! Listen, we know about how your mother reacted. We only want to thank you! What you did for my baby …” Blanca’s mother started to get teary eyes and hugged me.
” Thank you for taking care of her!” her father said it one more time.
” I love her. She is my sister!”
We stared to head towards the house, but during our hugging I did not even notice that Matteo left. Maybe he just does not like sappy, emotional women.
Oh, my strudel.
The house is SOOO big.
Do they live here alone? I mean hello, HUGE.
But I did not get to ask anything.
Matteo, hunk a sexy, came in the hallway and I almost fell. Almost. If he hadn’t caught me in his arm. His muscular arms.
” Hey there, again!”
” Sorry!”
” It’s ok. I like you like this.”
Was he flirting with me? Yes he was. But why? He is sexy and me … Well me is me. The opposite of sexy.
I just smiled and he let go of me. But not before running his fingers down my arm sending electric tingles.
” I have to go now. See you later at dinner?” was all he said. He didn’t even wait for a response.
” Earth to Rosa. Come in. Are you ok?” Blanca never saw me like this. Maybe because no other guy caught my interest.
” Yes. I am ok. Can we talk?”
” Sure. Let’s go to our room.”
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