Band practice didn't go as bad as I thought. Everybody played well, and we got news that our band was going to be in this 'Battle of the Bands' thing where the winner gets to sign with one of the biggest rock producers of our time, Chris McClean. And now, to superiore, in alto this awesome night off, I get to spend it with the hot new girl. I smirked as I put on my black hoodie, and headed into my living room, where on one of our recliners sat my gay roommate, Oliver. He was just talking on the phone with somebody. "Hm..I just don't think that fabric would be good as scarves....Okay, fine, I'll think about it. Bye." He hung up and let out a scream. "Chi fa questo uomo crede di essere? Bossing intorno a me su cui sciarpe dovrei indossare? Beh, io non indossare sciarpe, ma ancora ... non sono mai lo chiama di nuovo!"

Oliver threw his cellphone on the letto and pouted. I rolled my eyes, I was used to his usual fits. But maybe I would understand if I knew what he was talking about, whenever he was pissed off, he would scream in Italian. He turned around and looked at me. "What are te doing?" He asked, walking away from the letto and sitting back on his chair. "I'm going out tonight with this new girl in town." I replied, putting on my snow shoes. Suddenly, the phone started ringing. "I got it!" I screamed, running across the room to pick up my phone. "Hello?" quickly, just as I finished saying 'hello', a voice on the other end of the line started talking really fast, "How could te do that? te have a girlfriend! te told me at the coffee negozio that te wouldn't ask her out! If te want to go out with her, fine! But te have to break up with Gwen FIRST!!" Once Jordan finished talking, I asked, "Who told you?" "Oliver, duh." My eyes narrowed to the phone that was once on the letto all the way across the room, was now in Oliver's hand. "that gossipy bitch.." I muttered. "Anyways, fine, I'll break up with Gwen tomorrow IF this 'date' tonight goes well, okay?" Jordan made an impatient noise, then reluctantly said, "Fine.. Bye." The line died immediately and I detto goodbye to Oliver and walked out the door.

----Later at the Park---------

I jogged through the snow until I reached the swing set at the park where Courtney was sitting. She smiled at me. Right now, she was wearing a leather giacca which covered up a faded, ripped My Chemical Romance T-shirt. She was wearing some long bell-bottom blue jeans, and she had her roller blades on, which I guess was okay because it'll be easier to pattinare, skate on the ice on our sidewalks. "So..where are we gonna go?" I asked her. All of a sudden, just as Courtney was about to talk, the snow started picking up and hitting hard. "Oh, crap..Well, now we can't go roller blading. My house is right around the corner. We could chill there and just talk." Courtney spoke, smiling her warm smile at me. "Okay, that sounds cool." I replied. Following her as she skated along the sidewalk, until we reached a small blue house, small enough for at least one person to live in. She took my hand and led me inside. I took a sede, sedile on the divano while she walked to her kitchen, and opened up a cabinet. "What kind of tè do te want?" She asked, pulling out two mugs and started boiling water.
"There's più than one kind at your house?" I asked. She stared at me with her brown eyes, and rolled them. "No. I only have one type of tea, and I'm asking te what kind of tè te want anyways." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Whatever, just tell me what kind of tè te have." I said, trying to sound as rude as I could. She smirked and stared at the 20 different boxes of tea. "We have.. Blueberry, Raspberry, Jensen, Sleepy time, Green Tea, Green tè with lemon, Green teen with limone and honey, Liver disaster, Ginger with honey, Ginger without honey, Vanilla honey, White truffle, mirtillo caramel, Vanilla walnut, Constant Comic, annnd.. Earl grey." I was shocked about how she could say all those things without getting her tongue twisted. "Um...Green tè with Lemon." I said, thinking of the easiest one to say. "Okay." She dipped two teabags in the mugs filled with hot water, and handed one to me.
I drank it then spit it out. "This is the worst damn thing I've ever tasted." I said, crinkling my nose. Courtney rolled her eyes, and snatched the tè from me. "Fine, then you'll just be cold tonight." She detto continuing to drink. I smirked at her and said, "That's not the only way to warm me up." I detto smoothly. She took the mug from her lips and stared at me. Her eyes meeting mine for a moment. She smiled warmly at me and leaned in. Her lips gently pressed against mine. And sparks damn flew. I know, I know, I shouldn't be sounding like such a wimp. Maybe I should stop watching sappy Film that Oliver brings home. We broke apart and I smiled at her.
"Well...what now?" I whispered. "Hmm..." She said, pretending to be deep in thought. "Maybeee..." She trailed off, and she kissed me again, except this time più fierce. I don't really know how long it lasted, o how long this make-out session was going to last. I didn't know what would happen after this, and I didn't know if Courtney liked me. But all I knew was this: that night, the tè was never finished.

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Okay, um..This character Oliver is an OC made da Lollipop97. I take no credit whatsoever. Don't worry, this is just the beginning of the story. Much più to come!
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-Jordy