When In Rome

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 21, 2016

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Submitted: May 21, 2016



It was the last class of the day for school. Tiffany and I had been waiting for this day for weeks. Waiting for the bell to dismiss us felt like an eternity. Texting Tiffany to make some time pass by didn’t seem to help much either, what felt like thirty minutes was only two. Everyone was excited for spring break it was all that everyone kept talking about. Flyers were being passed around for weeks of a party that Joe Stevens would be hosting up at his cabin that was only about an hour away in the middle of nowhere, and you didn’t have to worry about cops shutting the place down.

Tiffany was considered one of the prettiest girls in school. All the guys liked her and all the girls wanted to be like her. I guess that’s how it’s always kind of been. She was tall, thin, blue eyes, blond hair, and filled out in all the right places. She came from a very wealthy family. Her first car was a BMW. I was the exact opposite. I don’t have many friends, and I always kept my distance from everyone. I had strict parents growing up so even if I wanted to go out and be like everyone else, I really couldn’t.

Tiffany and I have known each other since elementary school and I think because of this is why we’re still friends. I knew who she really was before she became what she is now. The bell finally rang and everyone was running out as if it was a fire drill. As I began walking towards my car Tiffany was already there talking to Joe. Although I thought Joe was super gorgeous I knew that I didn’t have a chance, because he’s crazy about Tiffany but who wasn’t? Tiffany looks at me and asks

“Hey, girl, you ready to go?”


We began driving back to my house so that we can finish packing up our stuff for this trip. My parents were still at work so I knew that I wouldn’t be able to see them until I get back. This is my first time going out of the country by myself and the only reason why I can even go is because we’re staying at my grand-parents Eva and Mel. I was going around my room doing a final walk through and Tiffany says

“Look what I’m bringing.” I turned around to find her standing in front of my mirror in her lacy red bra and matching panties.

“God, Tiffany! Why do you always do this! Hurry up and get dressed already.”

She began giggling, “What Joe thinks it’s sexy.”


I quickly turned around and said,


“Tiffany, please tell me you didn’t sleep with Joe!”


She started to put on some clothes and says


“Fine, I won’t.”

I can’t believe she slept with Joe. She’s so lucky, I’ve only been with one guy my entire life and we broke up last year. It was time to head out due to the fact our flight leaves in about an hour and a half. We arrived at the airport just in time. We didn’t even have that long of a wait, our bags were checked in and we were seated ready for take-off. I was so nervous, I haven’t flown in years.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, please fasten your seatbelts, we are ready for take-off and Italy here we come!”

Everyone started clapping. The flight isn’t even that long, So I decided to have a drink or two to sort of calm my nerves. I grabbed my beat headphones and played my favorite song “Prayer in C.” Tiffany was already napping, she’s done this hundreds of times. A part of me was excited but disappointed because my grandparents are very strict and I just wanted to have a good time without my parents knowing my every move. After a couple of hours, we have finally arrived.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain again and Welcome to Italy! Please sit tight for we are about to land. Hope you guys enjoyed your flight and have a safe trip, if you live here, welcome home.”

After we landed, the first people I see is Eva and Mel. Tiffany and I grabbed our bags, and headed back to their place. They showed us where our beds would be. Tiffany opens the window and you can see the whole vineyard in the back.

“Isn’t this amazing!”

“Yes, breath taking.”

In the distance, we saw this guy passing out flyers, he came up to the window and handed us one. It was a house party that he was hosting and everyone was invited including us,American girls. Tiffany was so excited to go.

“Tiffany, what am I going to do about my grandparents? They would flip out if we're not back by midnight.” She looks at me and says,

“I have an idea! When we’re sitting down for dinner, all you have to put is a little bit of Nyquil in their drinks and they will sleep like a baby.”

I was hesitant at first but you know what, that actually sounded like a good idea. When dinner time came around Tiffany passed me the Nyquil and when they weren’t looking I slipped it in their cup. Now we wait.

After dinner, exactly what we thought would happen, did! They finally went to sleep. Tiffany and I got ready for the night. She was wearing a mini skirt, with a crop top to show off her belly, with black boots with heels. I was never really comfortable in the skin I’m in but tonight was going to be different. We’re in Italy! I put on my black skirt and rolled it down to shorten it, I had a fitted shirt that I cut into a crop top myself, curled my hair as well, applied some make-up, put on my heels and was ready go.

The guy that we met picked us up down the road. He spoke really good english, his name was Marciano. When we approached his mansion, it seemed like the party was just getting started. When got inside he had disco lights set up, a mini bar, and some drinking games all ready to go. He called us into the bar and we started taking shots. The party was just getting started. After about six shots  we were starting to feel the liquor. More and more people were showing up to the party and before you know it there must have been about a thousand people here and it was only midnight.

Everyone was either enjoying the music, playing drinking games or swimming in the pool. Tiffany left for a little bit with some guy named Kyle so it was just me. I saw a guy in the corner watching me, and he was so handsome. Way better looking than Joe. He smiled at me and waved. I waved back, and he began to walk towards me.

“Hi, my name is Marcello what is yours?”

He had such a sexy Italian accent.


He shook my hand, and smiled

“Wow, you are very beautiful, can I get you a drink?”


He walks into the bar and grabs me a drink. After dancing a couple of what sounded like Italian techno, I was really feeling my drinks more and more and really feeling Marcello. Those beautiful green eyes, and smile so perfect, with dimples. How could he ever like someone like me?

“This is my cousin’s house, the guy who brought you guys here, that’s how I knew you spoke English. He told me you and another girl would be coming”

He looked around the room to see if anyone was watching,

“Come, with me.”

He took me by the hand and walked me to the room where my friend Tiffany was. She seemed really happy like she had been smoking. She knows I don’t smoke so that’s probably why she didn’t tell me to come with her in the first place. Marcello grabs a little white box and pulls out a little bag.

“These are called, white zinfindel, it makes you feel happy, and are meant to make you laugh. Kind of like smoking weed, but in a pill form. By this time tomorrow it will be out of your system.”

He opens his hand and there’s four of them. Including one for me. I don’t do drugs, I barely drink. Everyone grabs one and looks at me, I didn’t want to say no, for once I felt cool and I know that if anything happens Tiffany would take care of me. So I grabbed one too, and on the count of three, we took the pill.

For the rest of the night, we were all so full of energy. Everything seemed a little hazy, that drinking more was the only thing that would help us stay focused. I never felt so good in my life. Everything around me was so beautiful and vibrant. As if life itself was painted in oil pastels. The music never seemed to stop, and each song that kept playing made me want to dance more and more.

I was so sensitive to touch that every time Marcello would touch me it gave me goosebumps. I must admit I had butterflies too. Marcello looks at us and asks

“Have you guys heard of some place called, The Whiney Hill?

We all looked at each other and shook our heads no,

“Ah, you must see it, it’s a hill that overlooks the whole city. Around this time, it is beautiful. It’s right down the road, I’ll drive.”

We all hopped in the back of his truck and began to head towards there. With bottles in our hand and the wind blowing in our faces. It was so much fun. I felt like the breeze was caressing my face.  When we arrived he began parking in reverse, he came around to pull down the tailgate so we all could sit there and admire the view. It was absolutely breath taking. You could see the whole Rome.

Tiffany and Kyle decided to go to where the big building was to walk around it. Which left Marcello and I alone. He put his arm around me.

“Stefania, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You must stay here with me, and become my bride one day.”

I began laughing because I think those pills are beginning to affect his vision. He placed his hand on my thigh, leaned in and kissed me. My heart was pounding. I was so nervous. As we kept kissing, his hand slid up my skirt little by little. He laid me down, I’ve never done anything like this before. Which is why it being so much fun, because it was wrong. He began to pull down my skirt little by little and took off my top. I covered myself with my hands for I didn’t want him to see my body.

He could tell that I was starting to sober up because I was becoming more shy, so he lit one up and offered me a few hits to help put my mind at ease. Since this was my first time I only took a few hits since this was my first time and after a few minutes I was the one undressing him. The rest of the night was very passionate and amazing. Then out of nowhere, someone gets on a speaker

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking and Welcome to Italy! Please sit tight for we are about to land. Hope you guys enjoyed your flight and have a safe trip, if you live here, welcome home.”

I woke up to us landing in Italy. I fell asleep through the whole trip. I was somewhat disappointed because I thought I found my Marcello. As we grabbed our bags to get off the plane, I bumped into this guy, and dropped everything that was in my hand.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you.”

He looked up with his beautiful green eyes, nice smile, and dimples.

“No, problem. Wow, you are beautiful!”


I smiled back


“Thanks, I’m Stefania.”


He smiles back at me


“Nice to meet you, I’m Marcello.”

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