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5

THE CAMPUS WAS raving. Pietro the One Night Stand King was in love. Least, that's what they called it.

DiAngelo preferred the term 'unhealthy obsession/fixation.'

Pietro considered it a simple fascination he'd developed.

Kelly insisted Pietro was in love with Melanie, and would soon marry her and make a lot of mixed babies.

Melanie found the whole ordeal rather annoying. Melanie's indifference toward her future husband vexed Kelly greatly.

"But he loves you!" Kelly whined.

They were in their dorm, eating pizza for breakfast.

"He loves me not," Melanie took a bite of her slice, shrugging at the annoyed expression Kelly wore.

"Sorry. I thought we were playing stupid childish games."

"This is your future!" Kelly yelled.

Kelly was...a lot.

She was pretty tall, but she had the grace of a bear on ice. At least, when you got to know her. Not many people did.

Her skin was lighter than Melanie's, favoring her dad's white side over her mom's black side.

But let it be known; the girl was crazy, and could be ghetto as all get out. This was one of those times.

"I just think you like his brother and are projecting your like for him onto me," Melanie stated, mouth full pizza.

Kelly scowled thunderously, snatching the last slice with malice.

"I am not, you heifer," Kelly tore at the slice maliciously, as if visualizing Melanie instead.

"I just think you're missing as an opportunity. He's down with the swirl."

Melanie groaned. Not the swirl.

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DiAngelo and Pietro sat in their apartment eating pizza for breakfast. More precisely, dissing American-ized pizza while stuffing their Italian faces with it.

"This stuff is horrible," DiAngelo complained, his mouth full of pizza.

Pietro nodded, almost choking. "Pure s**t.

"Mamma would be so ashamed of s," DiAngelo added.

The two brothers looked at each other.

They shrugged. "Meh."

DiAngelo crammed another slice into his mouth.

"So apparently, you're down with the swirl."

Pietro choked. Swallowing harshly, he thought of what to say while he lost oxygen.

"I'm always down with the swirl," And that was true.

Pietro didn't have a race preference, or at least he didn't before. A p***y would suffice. Natural. He had a run in with that situation once...

Things were different now. Now all he could see was caramel skin, mad curls...

"Yeah, but the campus is saying you're down with swirl per la vita."

(for life)

"As in?" Pietro sipped his soda dismissively.

"Don't tell me you forgot Italian already, fratello," DiAngelo frowned, gulping down a can of soda.

"No, you idiota," Pietro smacked him up the head, "I know what you said. I'm asking what do you mean?"

He shouldn't have said it.

"When you nod your head yes when you wanna say no," DiAngelo sang off-key with a smile.

Pietro scowled. "Sei un idiota. Lo sai, vero?"

(You're an i***t. You know that, right)

Angelo nodded happily, dancing to the song in his head. "Sí. Lo so."

(Yes. I know)

Pietro rolled his eyes.

And to think, Pietro quipped sarcastically in his head, Angelo was the older brother.

"Anyway, I heard you're down the swirl per la vita troppo."

(for life too)

It was DiAngelo's turn choke and Pietro's turn to smirk. The tables had turned.

"Che cosa?" DiAngelo asked, sipping his soda nervously.

(What?)

"Mel's friend. Y'know the one you were staring at for a good 20 minutes."

"It was a diagnosis!" He defended.

"It was creepy!" Pietro shot back, grinning.

He was enjoying this.

It's no wonder why I'm oldest, DiAngelo thought bitterly.

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