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Pietro: My Love

Novel By: mmcgraugh
Young adult

Elsie, an American teenager, is spending the summer in France with her grandmother when she meets and falls in love with a mysterious young man named Pietro. After they are engaged to be married, however, Pietro's handsome brother Clyde moves in with the young couple. Will Elsie be able to resist Clyde's southern charm until her wedding day? View table of contents...

Submitted:May 22, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I cried for a long time, but I waited to let Clyde go when I was all dried out.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Elsie," Clyde apologized softly.

I sniffled and detangled myself. Clyde watched me anxiously. I managed a small smile.

"Is there any way I could help?" Clyde asked carefully.

I looked at him in a thoughtful state.

"Coffee?" I squeaked.

Clyde smiled faintly.

"If you'll drink it, kid," Clyde smirked at me.

I laughed and gently shoved him.

"Shut up!" I giggled before taking his hand and running out of the apartment. We laughed heartily all the way to the coffee shop. Momentarily, I was blindsided by the fact that this was the cafe and Pietro and I first met at. I wiped my grimace away.

Clyde and I sat down. It felt splendid to be sitting with another American. I smiled when I thought of how we would outnumber the saucyy, busty French accent. The sun was making Clyde's lemony hair glow. His baby-blue eyes were glossy and large. He looked like a boy and yet a designer's male model. I smiled to myself. He looked like the boy-next-door. Suddenly, I heard a young girl shout to her grandmother, and I instinctively turned my head. I refused to meet Clyde's gaze when I turned back.

"I miss her. She was my only real family," I muttered while sipping my coffee.

"You don't have to tell me," Clyde warned.

"No, no. I like talking with you," I admitted casually.

I saw Clyde's glossy eyeballs, and confidence surged through me.

"I've never told anybody that," I laughed.

Clyde raised his eyebrows.

"I guess this means we're friends," He beamed.

I clinked my mug with his.

"Oh, yeah," I declared.

Clyde and I shared another laugh.


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