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“Vivendo il sogno americano” Part 7

Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: PG-13 now for language, adult situations, will lean more to R (or possibly NC-17) in later chapters
POV: the 3rd person this time
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, etc
Summary: Matt is 18 and his brother Evan (http://community.livejournal.com/fftlove/3715.html#cutid1) is 16. Travis and Derek are also 18. They all live in Orlando. Matt’s mother decides to take in a foreign exchange student from Sicily (the little island that the Italian boot is kicking); his name is Sonny and he’s 16. Matt doesn’t quite like this idea and decides to make Sonny’s stay as hellious as possible…until he starts to fall for little Sonny…
Disclaimer: NOT true. Happened in my head, obviously…
Author’s Note: THANK YOU so fucking much to anybody (and everybody) who reads/comments my stories!! I appreciate it SO much!!! ^_^

Chapter 1: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/7865.html
Chapter 2: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8320.html
Chapter 3: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8485.html
Chapter 4: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/8964.html
Chapter 5: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/9949.html
Chapter 6: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/10311.html

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“Let’s just drop our school stuff off and head out,” Evan says to Sonny who nods. Matt, headphones on, opens the door to the house. Evan follows him in and tosses his things by the door. He nods for Sonny to do the same. Then the two head back out.
“Hey!” Matt yells, pulling his headphones off, “Where you guys goin’?”
“Out.” Evan responds.
Matt rolls his eyes, irritated now that he can’t spend time with Sonny. All day he had planned where he was going to take Sonny for their first official 'date.' He wanted to surprise him, and he’d been looking forward to this all day, and Evan ruined it. Oh, well, he figures there’s always tomorrow.
“Should we bring Matt?” Sonny whispers as Evan closes the door to the house.
“Nah. He’ll be fine…Hey, you hungry?” He asks as he outs a hand on Sonny’s back.
“Yes. I want to eat at Italian restaurant. I want to see how Americans make Italian.”
“Ok, but the people that cook probably are Italian. I’ll take you to a place that offers Sicilian food.”
“Really?”
“Yep, I heard them advertise for certain dishes on TV.”
Sonny smiles excitedly, “I tell you then if it’s real Sicilian!”
“As opposed to fake Sicilian?”
“American Sicilian.” He laughs as soon as he finishes saying the words. Evan moves from his hand on Sonny’s back to his arm around his waist. Sonny doesn’t mind, thinking nothing of the gesture, whereas Evan feels elated, seeing it as a sign that perhaps maybe Sonny likes him, too.
He takes him to a local restaurant. The restaurant is fairly small but it is beautifully decorated. Sonny is amazed at how nice everything is, and then he starts to worry about price.
“Table for two,” he hears Evan say, realizing just then Evan is no longer right by his side. He turns to see Evan whisper something to the waitress, who nods. Evan smiles at Sonny, puts an arm around him and they both follow the waitress to their table. She hands them both menus and takes the drink orders.
Once she leaves, Sonny whispers, “This place is nice.”
“That’s why I took you here,” Evan smiles. Sonny blushes a little.
Sonny looks at the menu; there are a lot of good Italian and Sicilian dishes there; he isn’t sure what to choose. He looks over the menu but can’t see a price anywhere. He was sure he knew how to read a menu! He decides it must be hidden somewhere only obvious to Americans. He searches carefully through the menu once more, but finds nothing. He debates asking Evan or the waitress but decides against it for fear of looking stupid; he doesn’t want to look like a fool in front of Evan or in front of his fellow countrymen. He decides to order what he wants to eat, without worrying about the price.
He and Evan order their food. Sonny smiles happily, pushing monetary thoughts from his mind.
“Sonny,” Evan says blushing, his face getting redder with every word, “I think you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Sonny replies, still smiling, not comprehending exactly what Evan means.
Upon realizing that Sonny didn’t quite understand, Evan decides to pursue the issue a little further, “I mean,” he sighs, “I really like you.”
“I like you, also. Your face is red, you are ok?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Never mind.” Evan smiles. He resolves to continue this when they’re alone.
They don’t have to wait long before their food arrives. Sonny digs in, seeming not to care about neatness or politeness, which makes Evan chuckle.
“Well?” Evan asks.
“Hmm?” Sonny responds, his mouth full.
“Do you like it? Is it Italian enough?”
Sonny swallows his food, “Yes. No.”
“Meaning?”
“Yes, I like. No, not Italian enough; it’s Americanized Italian, but good.”
“I could kinda tell you like the way you’re shoveling it in,” Evan jokes.
Sonny nods, not comprehending what he just heard, but deciding it was easier to agree than question.
“What about wine?” Sonny asks.
“Not allowed to drink until you’re 21.”
Sonny’s eyes grow wide, “You serious?!”
“Yep.”
“No!”
“Yep. It’s the law.”
“Wow,” Sonny says amazed. “I believe best word describe that is ‘anal.’ Yes?”
Evan laughs, “Yes.”
“Can I still drink if I am foreign?”
“Nope.”
“Oh my, no wonder your country so restrictive: everyone needs a beer and sex!” Sonny announces, frustrated.
Evan bursts out laughing, “I guess.”
Sonny smiles and shakes his head, diverting his attention back to his dinner. Leaving Evan to wonder how to get beer so he can go drinking with Sonny.
They finish dinner and the check comes. Sonny starts to worry.
“How much I owe?”
“Don’t worry,” Evan says with a smile, “I got it.”
“Yes, but what do I pay?”
“No, no, I’ll pay for it.”
“You pay everything?” Sonny asks, making sure he understands.
“Yep. Everything.”
“Thank you! That is really nice of you!” Sonny replies with a big smile. He begins to wonder what he should do for Evan. He hopes Evan didn’t spend a lot on dinner. He watches Evan pay for it with his card. Sonny doesn’t really realize it, but Evan is being secretive in the bill. He makes sure Sonny doesn’t see the price (the rationale behind getting him a priceless menu).
They leave the restaurant and Evan leads Sonny to an old secluded park in the woods. Once they get on the wooded path, away from prying eyes, Evan reaches down, blushing, and grabs Sonny’s hand. Sonny stares up at him, but doesn’t move his hand. They hold hands the rest of the way to the park.
When they arrive at the empty park, Evan leads Sonny to the picnic tables and sits down with him.
“I need to talk to you,” Evan starts.
“Yes?” Sonny says mildly confused.
“I really like you, Sonny. I mean a lot.” He confesses again; his face red.
“I know,” Sonny replies, still confused.
Evan sighs, “I like you in a different way,”
Sonny cocks his head to one side, completely bewildered. Evan puts his hands on Sonny’s cheeks and looks into his eyes.
“I don’t understand,” Sonny whispers, not wanting to assume anything.
Evan, his hands still on Sonny’s cheeks, leans in and kisses his lips. Sonny’s eyes grow wide in shock, but he doesn’t back away. Noticing this, Evan pulls him closer, intensifying the kiss. Sonny kisses him back, his hands on Evan’s chest. Evan brushes his tongue on Sonny’s lips. Sonny parts his lips to allow his tongue entry.
Evan couldn’t be happier.
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