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“Vivendo il sogno americano” Chap 10

Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: PG-13ish
POV: Matt’s
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis, Matt x Sonny, Evan x Sonny
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
Chapter 7: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11075.html
Chapter 8: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/11878.html
Chapter 9: http://mcr-blue-canary.livejournal.com/12195.html


That night Sonny cried himself to sleep on my chest. The following morning, I get up the courage to ask him about it before school.
“So what was wrong yesterday?”
“I mess up a lot.” He looks down.
“Um, how?”
“I did something I wish I did not. I am a fool.”
“Aw, don’t say that!” I hug him, “I’m sure once you explain the situation, everything will be okay.”
“Once I say how dumb I am…”
“Ignorance is different from stupidity.”
“Ok.” He says still looking down. I grab him by the shoulders and kiss his lips.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper petting his hair. He smiles and we head off to school.

At school the weirdest thing in the world happened. I go to the library for study hall, usually because it’s full of asinine happenings. I go in and sit at one of the tables. A book flies at my head and I duck. I know who it is; this shit happens every time. I wait until the coast is clear and heave a chair at him. I hear the crash and sit down trying to look innocent; unfortunately everyone is cracking up. Surprisingly no teacher comes in to bitch.
I get an idea. I get up and go to the bookshelves and search for what I want. I find it and sit back down. I stare at the title “Basic Italian for Beginners.” I hope I can impress Sonny with a few words I can learn. Hell, no one’s watching me; I’ll just take the book home.
I flip through the pages and begin trying to learn when, out of nowhere, Veronica, the girl I’ve had a thing for since the 7th grade, sits down beside me.
“Hi, Matt,” she says, smiling.
“Um, hey, what’s up?”
“Oh, nothing…”
I nod.
She looks around, “I want to talk to you in private.”
“Okay, We can go to the religious section corner; no one’s ever there.”
She laughs, “Okay”
As we walk to the religious corner, I wonder what’s up.
When we get there, she looks around, and upon realizing no one is there, she presses her lips unto mine. My eyes widen in shock.
“I really like you, Matt” she whispers, blushing.
“I…I…I…” I can’t form words. I have no idea what to do now: the girl I wanted for, like, four years wants me, but I’m dating Sonny…
“I’m sorry, “ she mutters, ashamed.
“No, no, don’t be…I…” I wave my hand around as I try to think of the words I want to say. After my last girlfriend, I said I was done with women for a while, then Sonny comes along and there’s a spark, but now…I’ll never have this opportunity again…
“Um, see, ah, why don’t we take it slow, to see if this is what we both want…” I find myself saying hurriedly.
She looks at me questioningly.
I sigh. “See, I’ve had some pretty bad breakups and I don’t want to feel that pain again and I don’t want you to feel it either. That way, I figure if we take things slow, we’ll both…have a better understanding of what we want…”
“Ok,” she replies, smiling. “Are you free tonight?”
“Well…actually no, I promised a friend we’d hang out after school.”
“I shall see,” I smile.
“It’s a date, then,” she says coyly as she brushes past me. I watch her walk out of the library.
What have I done? Oh, well, it’s not like I’m going to sleep with them both, I’m just going to find out who I really want to be with and than I’ll break it off with the other. Nothing wrong with that, right? Of course not.

After school, I meet up with Sonny, pack my picnic bag-without letting him see the contents, of course, and we go out. I take him to one of my favorite spots, a private beach with a great view. We sit in the sand. Sonny kicks off his shoes and so do I, the sand warm on our bare feet. I try to say a few Italian words; he giggles as I mispronounce them.
“You want to learn Italian?”
“Ok, I teach you. But I teach you Sicilian Italian, none of that mainland shit,” he smiles widely.
“Sure,” I laugh, kissing his lips.
“Guess what I brought?” I ask.
“Um, toys?”
“Yes,” I say in a mockingly gay voice, “I brought my whole collection.”
He giggles.
“Try again,” I prompt.
He lies back, and stares up at me, his tummy showing. I can’t help myself; I place my hand on his bare stomach and caress him. He watches me in silence. I kiss his lips and my hand goes up his shirt. His arms wrap around me, pulling me on top of him. He pushes his tongue into my mouth. I rub his nipples and he moans. I tug at his shirt and pull it over his head, breaking our kiss only momentarily. Sonny’s hands go up my shirt. Soon he takes off my shirt as well. I realize I shouldn’t have done that with Veronica today. I regret so much now (but will I tomorrow, when I’m with her?).
I push all my thoughts of her from my head and think about him, how beautiful and how sweet his is and how much I want him. As our bare chests press against each other, I debate going any further, but I do want him so much right now, which solves the debate rather quickly. Kissing him passionately, I undo his belt, and I feel his hands on mine. I undo his pants as he does the same for me. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts his hips so I can get his pants off. He slides my jeans off as well. We’re both in our boxers and I’m starting to get hard.
Sonny, with his hands in my hair, ends our kiss and stares into my eyes. I smile at him and he smiles back.
“Do you think,” he says seductively, “We should go swimming now?”
…He…he…he was not stripping me only so that we could just go swimming?!
I soon find out that was exactly it. Tease.

yeah, this is turning out to be really long..damn my passion for details...bad, aki, bad!
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Date:October 24th, 2006 09:37 pm (UTC)

Yahuh. This whole story is amazing.
Plus Sonny makes a great Italian. =D

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