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You were just a few months younger than him, and even with that, he treated you like a five years old. You and Damiano have been locked in a fierce competition for as long as you can remember. Always annoying each other, showing their skills in singing and composing songs. He took that as a game because he simple loved teasingly you, and you took that as a challenge because you loved to whip that smirk off his
"Hey, piccolo diavolo." Your thoughts were interrupt by the annoyingly familiar voice. You didn't have to turn around to know he had his stupid smile on his face. But you still did, to protest. "Stop calling me that !" His smirk only widens. "You prefer shorty ? You're as tall as the dwarf in my garden." You get all red as you stand in front of him. You clench your fists, just wanting to punch him square in the face. "You !" "Damiano, leave y/n alone." Ethan calmly said while coming by where the singer entered moments before.
For only answer, Damiano rolled his eyes. "She started it." You scoffed. "No I didn't! You came in to annoy me." You both started bickering like middle school girls over a boy. As expect, Ethan separated you both and you went pouting.
That's why you can't stand him. But when you look into his eyes, you feel a strange attraction you can't quite explain. It's a feeling that's both exciting and terrifying. You try to push it away, to ignore it, but it's hard when he's always there, always in your face.
You start to notice the little things about him, the way he moves, the way he smiles, the way he smells. And before you know it, you're falling deeper and deeper into this strange and unexpected romance. But there's still that part of you that feels guilty, like you're betraying your own ideals. You're falling in love with your rival, the one person who is supposed to be your enemy. It's confusing, it's confusing, and it's terrifying.
Vic came to you outside. "Hey, there's a party tonight. Wanna come ? I know you've been stressed lately. Perhaps a boyfriend wouldn't be too much ?" She winked at you, she was right though. You needed to cool off a bit. And alcohol and dancing were a good solution. "Sure, I'll come." "Great ! I'll go tell the boys." And she left excitedly.
The time soon comes to get ready. As you get ready for the party, you suddenly remember that Damiano is going to be there. Your heart starts racing, and you're filled with a mix of excitement and dread. You can't help but wonder how he'll react when he sees you, and how you'll react when you see him. Will there be tension in the air, or will it be smooth sailing? You have no way of knowing, but one thing is for sure: you're not going to let him spoil your night. You're going to go out there, look your best, and have a great time, no matter what.
"It's time to party" was the phrase you tell yourself, you look at yourself in the mirror. You were getting ready for a party it was going to be fun. You were excited to dance the night away and get dressed up in the latest fashion. You've been looking forward to this since the first invitation was extended. You put on your make up while dancing to the latest tunes on the radio. You put on your favorite outfit and grabbed your purse. You're ready to party like a rockstar, "it's time to party" you sing aloud.
As you walk out of the bathroom, you greet your friends with a warm smile. They're all dressed to the nines, wearing their best outfits for the party. You can't help but feel a sense of excitement, knowing that tonight is going to be a night to remember.
You finally spotted him. He's dressed in a stylish suit, looking as if he's just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. You can feel the tension in the air, the electricity between the two of you. It's a strange feeling, knowing that you're in the same space as him, knowing that you're going to be forced to interact with each other. But at the same time, it's also kind of fun. You love the sensation of competition, the thrill of the chase. And tonight, you're determined to come out on top.
Damiano leans against the wall, his eyes following you across the room. You try to ignore him, but his gaze is like a magnet, drawing your attention back towards him.
You try to ignore it, you really do. But no matter how hard you try, whenever your eyes meet, you feel that unmistakable twinge in your heart. The attraction is undeniable, the chemistry is electric, and the tension between you two is palpable. Even though you're supposed to be rivals, you can't help but feel an attraction that can't be denied.
You're finally at the place of the party. You have a drink or two. You begin to let loose and have fun. You dance with your friends and sing along to the music. It feels good to let go and enjoy yourself, even if Damiano is watching. However, as the night progresses, you start to notice that he is looking at you more often. At first, you try to ignore it, but it's hard when you start to feel that familiar tension between you two. You start to wonder if maybe, just maybe, there could be something more between you than just rivalry. A man suddenly approaches you as you go over to the bar.
The man introduces himself and starts striking up a conversation. He seems charming and confident, and you find yourself getting drawn in by his charisma. However, your attention is divided as you notice Damiano watching you from across the room. You try to focus on the conversation, but your thoughts keep wandering back to him. You can't tell if he's happy or jealous, but you can't help feeling a sense of power and accomplishment knowing that he's paying attention to you.
The man takes a big step towards you, and before you know it, he's placing his hand on your waist. You're caught off guard when the man suddenly leans in to kiss you. Before you can do anything, you feel a strong hand on your arm, and you look up to see the Italian staring at you with a mixture of anger and jealousy in his eyes. "She's with me." The man backs down, and you can't help but feel a mixture of relief and excitement. The man tries to protest but Damiano's faster to respond. "Get lost," he snarls at the man, who quickly retreats. You're left standing there, feeling completely bewildered, unsure of what to do or say. Damiano's gaze is intense, and you can't tell if he's angry with you or with the man who dared to make a move on you.
You can feel your anger build inside you as you stare at him. "Why the fuck would you do that ? Are you also planning to ruin my love life ?" You see the confusion in his eyes and you leave, scoffing. You can't believe he would do something like that, especially in front of everyone. You were having a good time, and you were just starting to get a sense of chemistry with that guy. And now, thanks to him and his stupidity, you've lost your chance. You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, but you can't help feeling a sense of resentment towards him.
You got out on the roof of the building, lighting a cigarette. "I thought you tried to stop ?" His deep voice spoke after minutes of being alone. You chuckled bitterly. "Well I had a long night thanks to you." You heard him step closer until he leaned against the railing, right next to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have earlier." He admitted. "Damiano David apologizing ? Well that's a first." He sighed at your sarcastic comment. "I mean it y/n. I really thought he was making you uncomfortable." You stopped in your track it was the first time he called you by your name, especially with such a tone. You considered his face and saw he was really regretting it. "Fine... Apologie accepted." He smiled and got out a cigarette. He visibly waited for some fire to light it so you got out your lighter from your bra. You noticed pink tinting his cheeks as you lit the cigarette.
You made eye contact, not breaking it off until a loud bang resonated through the sky. Fireworks. You both focused on the show with the view of the city below. You were about to make a comment when you stopped as you looked at his face.
As you watch Damiano gazing out at the fireworks in front of you, you feel a wave of emotion wash over you. You can't help but admire him in the moment, the way he's staring up at the sky with such wonder and awe. For a moment, it feels as though nothing else in the world matters except for the two of you in that moment. You feel a lump form in your throat as you realize just how deeply you care for him, and how lucky you feel to be able to share this moment with him.
As you admire him looking up at the sky, a sudden realization hits you. You realize that you have fallen in love with your rival, despite your best efforts to suppress your feelings. You try to fight it, to dismiss it as an ephemeral attraction that will soon pass, but you know deep down that this love is real and lasting. You look at him with admiration and a bit of tenderness. It's a strange feeling, falling in love with your rival, but who says love has to make sense?
"I love you." You blurt out, not thinking of the next seconds, not caring either. At the same moment, the cracking sound of a firework covers your voice. He turns to you, slightly frowning. "What ?" Your eyes widen and you avoid his gaze, turning back to the sky. "N-Nothing. I just said 'I love fireworks'." You hoped your cheeks weren't as red as you felt they were. "Really ? Well that's too bad." You could hear the smile on his voice, you just feared the reason of it. He leaned in your ear, his hot breath so close making you contain a shiver. "Because I love you too..." His voice was deep, sending vibrations on your whole being. This time you were sure to be as red as a tomato.
He took your chin to make you look at him. He was staring at your lips. You never would have thought you would end up that way with him. He started to lean in and a literal firework took place in your chest when his lips collided with yours. It was warm and soothing. And the beat of your heart calmed down. The smell of tobacco and cologne filled your senses. He was absolutely addicting in everyway. You parted for air, your soft breathing was the only sound around. He smirked and you already knew what would come. "Well well well, picollo diavolo. You sure have tasty lips." You rolled your eyes, he would truly never lose his old antics. Not that it bothered you anyways. "I hate it when you call me that." He leaned in closer so that your noses were touching. "No, you don't." You smiled timidly. "No, I don't."
That's the only thing he needed to pull you back into a kiss.
You feel a deep sense of happiness and security, knowing that you have found the right person to share these moments with. You take a deep breath of the cool night air and feel thankful for the love and happiness that this moment has brought you.
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