At first, I decided to go to the garden, stare at the flowers and pick some. I did that, feeling external bored from inside, I decided to walk around the house, humming a song, then I took a book and was reading. The book was about romance, it irked me a pit till I let it down and went to sit.


    Before Luciano could even let me visit thepounds garden, it was hell! I had to prepare a full sermon and temte on what natural oxygen and sun light could do for me.


    I contemted cooking but decided against that. I don’t have the appetite to cook. I decided to y some games on my phone. I yed some levels and got to one level I couldn’t win, it was one hard level I couldn’t cross since I started ying the game and I would have won it if dys was still by my side.


    The thought of the past stucked to me like glue, I felt a bit of nostalgia thinking about her and the things we’ve done together.


    Involuntarily, I found myself smiling, the smile yed on my  lips as I reminisced about the countless adventures I had shared with dys.


    One of the my favorite memories was the time we decided to go on a spontaneous road trip. It was a sunny summer day, and I could still feel the wind in my hair as we cruised down the open highway with the windows rolled down, and our hands out of the window. We sang at the top of our lungs to our favorite songs, not caring who heard them.


    Luciano let that happen for sure.


    Yes, it felt so good, it felt so right, but it wasn’t just grand adventures that made our friendship special. We found joy in the simplest of moments. We would often spendzy afternoons at the park, lying on a nket and watching the clouds drift by, talking about boys, sex, and lots of awkward bad things.


    We would point out shapes and figures, creating stories andughing until our stomachs hurt. It was in these quiet moments that we trruly understood the beauty of our friendship, and then, everything came crashing down.


    The thought of everything made me feel so bad and I was tempted to call her but knew I couldn’t. She has done far too much for me to forgive her.


    Although I always felt like she was being too much. With the way she was always around ‘my Luciano’, I couldn’t agree more to hate her to still have her as my friend.


    She was the one made me grow that balls to make Luciano let me out!


    Well, she is gone and I am back to it again, alone, Indoors.


    That aside, I saw it was time for my online ss and I had to join. The ss wasn’t boring like thest one I had, I was taking down a note when I heard the creak of the door but I didn’t turn to see who it was.


    Luciano walked into the room, he came to stand in front of me, where he could get all of my attention . I didn’t look at him still and I continued with my note. I stopped writing when I couldn’t condone his presence. And I regretted, I so much wished I didn’t look at him.


    He was buck nude from his abdomen, shirtless and having a mussed hair, it seemed he just showered, his hair was a bit wet and his eyes were slurry. I averted my eyes and continued my work but I couldn’t help but feel a bit odd and found it difficult to focus on my learning.


    “And what is it?” I whispered to him.


    He ignored and was eating something, he exuded an attractive aura that made my heart skipped a beat.


    “Watch you learning, Amore.” He looked at my note and sat down opposite me. “I’m not distracting, am I?”


    I ignored and continued with the ss. Soon, it was time for an assignment. The ss came to an end, and Luciano approached me with a smile.


    “You did great today,” heplimented, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I must say, you’re good. But perhaps not as good as I am, I even used my picture as an example in my online ss, people wanted to know who’s the most brilliant guy, do the teacher asked me to put down my picture, everything she catches any delinquent, she uses picture as an example,  you can earn more des by reading more. You’ll be quite the star!”


    I blushed at the praise and chuckled at the thought of my picture being used for educational purposes. It wouldn’t be bad, at least, now, I’m not dys and even though my videos are all around, it’s not as bad as dys, she got expelled, not me.


    Luciano joined in on theughter. “Trust me, Tiff, you’re doing absolutely well.”


    “Yeah, I know. I’m famished, what do you have there?”


    “Fruits,e and see for yourself.”


    I followed him to the kitchen and we got fresh fruits washed. We talked as we washed the fruits and then sat st the dining table to eat. I had a particr fondness for pineapples and couldn’t resist cutting a whole down. As I munched and sucked the fruit, Luciano observed me with curiosity.


    “You know,” he said yfully, “it’s suspicious how much pineapple you eat. I can’t stand eating too much of it; it hurts my mouth. You’re eating too much of that sick thing.”


    I giggled at hisment and shrugged. “Well, I guess I just have a high tolerance for pineapple, you should try it than eating apples like a bird and bananas like a monkey,” I replied with a mischievous grin.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    “Now I’m a monkey? You are a super creep, who the hell eats pineapples like you do, huh? Unless you have some motives”


    “You can start. I’m a super creep, and you, big body, tempting abs is the dangerous mafia, aren’t you?”


    Heughed, turning serious for a moment. He looked at me with sincerity in his eyes and said, “I lobe that title. You know, Tiff, you’re doing so well. I can see you bing my right hand soon, we could find crimes and sells things and get rich. You’ll get to handle the guns and the daggers and…”


    “Hey, hey, no way, I’m not going to. Eat up or I’ll wash your face with with this pineapples.” I said andughed, he alsoughed.


    It felt right now, but not nearly, things will still happen, but for now, I’ll enjoy.