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“Vivendo il sogno americano” Part 4

Author: mcr_blue_canary
Rating: PG-13 now for language... will lean more to R (or possibly NC-17) in later chapters
POV: Matt’s and occasionally the 3rd person
Pairing: implied Derek x Travis (might be others as the story progresses)
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…
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

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I get up and unlock the door; I swing it open wide. Derek and Travis make their way into my room as Sonny watches them from his bed. I close and lock the door behind them. Travis snaps right into action, according to The Plan.
Trav walks briskly towards Sonny. He sits next to him, a look of insanity on his face.
“Hi-how-are-you-I’m-Dooooonny-Baker,” he says very quickly, his putting his face right into Sonny’s so close that their noses almost touch. This frightens Sonny and he scoots back, falling off the bed with a squeak.
“Fall down and go BOOM!” Trav says loudly as he makes huge gestures. Sonny gives him an odd look. When Sonny goes to stand up, Derek is standing over him. Startled, he squeaks again.
“Der!! You scared him!!” Travis scorns, pulling Sonny up into a hug, and almost knocking Derek over, “There, there…” He pets Sonny’s hair.
“What the fuck, Trav?!” Derek mumbles as he regains his balance.
“Shhhh!! You weren’t supposed to reveal my secret super-hero name!!” Trav states, eyeing the room and covering Sonny’s ears, “Of no matter,” he decides, “We’re all friends here,” He eyes Sonny, and his hands on either side of Sonny’s face, leans in close to him like he did before, “Well, darling, I think you and I will get along great! We can dress up all pretty in my basement and bake cookies! Oh, won’t that be fun?!” He smiles evilly. Derek and I subdue our laughter.
Sonny looks around, taking in and analyzing the situation. A slight smile forms on his face. A smile?! A fucking smile?! How the hell…?
“Oh, really?” Sonny says with that sly smile, “That’s how you want to play?” Sonny puts his hand behind Trav’s head and pulls him in for a kiss.
My mouth is wide open, so is Derek’s. Not only did he figure out what we were up to, he threw it right back in our faces!!
“He totally just owned us…” Derek whispers to me. I nod.
Travis is utterly shocked. His eyes are wide as Sonny breaks the kiss. Sonny smiles big, as he knows he just won.
He whispers into Trav’s ear, “My super-villain name is Skrillex.” Travis is still in astonished.
For a second, we are all silent, so completely shocked. And I’m—as much as I hate to admit it—kind-of a little bit jealous; I think Derek is a little too, but not for the same reason.
Sonny sighs, “Y’know, all you straight American boys are the same: too conservative.”
“You’re gay?” Derek asks, eyeing Sonny than glancing at Trav.
Sonny sighs again, standing up and causally walking around the room, “I don’t feel the need to classify myself. I’m open; I believe in free love. If I fall in love with someone it’s for who they are, not what they are or what they look like.” He states with exuberant hand gestures.
If there had been a studio audience, I swear he’d have gotten a standing ovation.
“When I first got here, I was a bit intimidate by everything, America is so big and rich. And he,” he gestures at me, “was not very welcoming. He scares me a little at first. But now I decide that I’m going to have a good time here. I’m not scared or intimidate no more.” He grabs my guitar and starts to play it.
“Hey!” I yell, “My guitar!”
He does an awesome riff and then plays a cool sounding tune. He sings along as he plays. I have no idea what he’s saying: it must be Italian, but its sounds sweet anyway. His voice is amazing. I decide to let him play my guitar after all. We watch as he concentrates on the music, letting it take hold of him, almost like we’re not even here anymore.
He finishes and looks our way. He blushes like we just walked in on him, “So…what do you think?”
I grab Derek and Travis by the shoulders and pull them in for a little conference.
“Now what, boys?” I ask.
“He seems like he might be cool,” Derek ventures.
“Dude,” Trav whispers, “He treated me like a whore, a doorknob, twist me, turn me, and then shut me out of his life!” He pretends to cry.
Derek and I stare at each other and say, in unison, “He’s in!”
“Oh, thanks, guys,” Travis rolls his eyes.
“But that doesn’t mean we make it easy for him.” I announce.
“He’s still the new kid,” Derek jokes.
With that, I turn around to face Sonny, “Ok,” I lie, “You’ve past the test.”
“Test?” Sonny questions.
“Yep,” Derek confirms, “You’re in.”
“In what?”
“In the group, I guess,” Travis attempts to answer.
“What does the group do?”
“Fun crap; stop asking questions!” I reply.
Sonny giggles, “Ok.”
I grab my guitar back from Sonny, “I’m gonna play a tune and I want you to make up lyrics to go with it, k?”
Sonny nods.
I decide to play him something I wrote when I was half-drunk; it actually sounds cool (unlike some of the other shit I wrote when I was drunk). I want to see what lyrics he’ll put to it. When I wrote the song I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy ‘cause I just got a new puppy (which is lazy now and doesn’t do much of anything but sleep and eat) but sad ‘cause I just caught my girlfriend (at the time) cheating on me. I want to see what he comes up with. I start the song. Sonny sings in Italian. God damn him! But I don’t want to interrupt him either, it sounds good…
When we finish the song, I look at Sonny, “English next time?”
He blushes a little bit, “Oh, sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
“Well, translate what you just sang about,” I suggest.
“Ok, It was a story of a poor couple in love and the women gets a huge raise and promotion with all kinds of benefits, she is thrilled because now they won’t have to sell their home and they’ll be able to get out of debt. She goes out and buys the man something he’s always wanted and then she gets home to find him shot in the head. Beside him is a suicide note saying he’s gonna lose his job so he killed himself before the insurance ran out so she can cash in on it and have enough to live on.”
“Deep,” Derek says. Trav nods.
“Wow, you came up with that on the spur of the moment?” I ask, in awe.
“Well, yeah, I needed something happy at first then tragic.”
My mouth drops open. How did he know?
“I could tell from the melody, it was not going to be happy for long; plus it fits, knowing you even as little as I do.” He pauses as if unsure of himself, “That’s right, isn’t it? America has weird health insurance, right?”
“You’re amazing,” I inform him. I think I might have a thing for him…
“Well, I got to have some re-de..re-dee-ming quality, right?” he smiles. It’s cute the way he sounds out words…Oh, God, I have a thing for him! I decide to ignore it.
I put my guitar down as Sonny eyes me. He doesn’t seem to feel awkward any more; he’s adapted pretty quickly.
Out of nowhere, he growls, pounces on me and starts to wrestle with me on the floor. I can’t believe he just did that! Soon Trav and Derek join in.
I grab Sonny and start to tickle him, Derek and Travis come to my aid and hold him down as I tickle him. He screams, through his laughter, for us to stop, but it’s of no avail. Tears start to come to his eyes from laughing so much.
“Ok!” he shouts, “You guys win!” We release him. He lays there, breathing heavily, “But that was not fair!” I show him my hand, wiggling my fingers. “Ok,” he says, trying to make sure we don’t start again.
“You guys are pazzesco.”


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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Pazzesco is Italian for “crazy.”



P.S. Sorry it took so long to update. I wrote this chap. on my laptop, but I went to mom's house on the weekend and left in here. On that computer, I started a whole new (mcr) fic involving Gerard and his son.
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From:dance_02184
Date:September 25th, 2006 09:27 pm (UTC)
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i love this sooooo much,you don't even know how much i love your writing...and i love how you had sonny use ahnd gestures,beacuse he does that all the time an di love it.
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From:mcr_blue_canary
Date:September 25th, 2006 10:29 pm (UTC)
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awwwwwwwww.....thanks!!! ^_^
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