4 years. And I haven't seen the gorgeous face that blesses my dreams- well not in person at least. By the end of this month I'll be in Costa Rica with my family that I haven't seen in a while. Except Nico and Dahlia, they come visit me at least once a month.
Mom came once every year for my birthday, once even dad tagged along. But that's it.
I haven't seen Ava and her sunshiny smile, Alex with good advice, Josh who's always ready to have fun, Jules who's ready to defend and bully when needed, Bridget who can set anyone in their place, Rhys who's ready to kill at all times it's actually concerning. I haven't seen Camilla, who looks like a flower yet would (and did) put anyone through hell if they looked at her the wrong way. I haven't seen Ethan who's maturity is too fucking much for his age. And last but definitely not least, I haven't seen My Precious, with dark brown doe eyes, full pink lips I probably shouldn't have been admiring, and a smile so beautiful any artist would be lucky to have seen it.
I miss her the most. I think to myself. Me and my friends are all hanging out at my house, that I bought with my own money. After the first year I moved here I started getting jobs, getting promoted, to being the Consigliere of the London Mafia. Long story.
"Enzo, Attention to Enzo!" Eliza snaps her fingers in front of my face a couple of times before I get back from my thoughts.
I miss being called Loré- by her. Not by anyone else.
"Where did you go Man?" Oliver asks, opening a new beer bottle.
"Probably thinkin' bout his girlfrienddd back home." Sloane teases. I've told them all about her. It's the only thing I could talk about for weeks when I got here in junior year. Jeremy snickers next to Sloane with his arm still hanging on her shoulders.
"Don't bully my best friend like that, he just wants what he can't have." He says it as a joke though I know he's telling the truth.
I roll my eyes. I talk, just not a lot.
The doorbell rings but before I can even get up a man in a suite comes in my living room. I take notice of the guns I have hidden around my penthouse.
I get up and move to cover all my friends. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, The Cappo wants to see you."
"He didn't call me." I say suspiciously.
"Girl I'm the messenger not the explainer of other people's thought process." Blake's facade drops as I chuckle.
"Does he actually?"
"Nope. Just wanted to mess with you."
"Blake how the fuck do you buy a suit like that and have no job?" Eliza asks. Nobody here knows about the mafia except me and Blake.
"Trust fund baby." He says while pointing at himself.
"Just so you know. I love you." Oliver declares his love to Blake clearly drunk as fuck.
"Okay go to bed, I can see a bit of drool." Sloane says slightly disgusted.
"What's up? You don't usually pop in whenever." I ask whispering to Blake while the others bicker and laugh with each other.
He lets out a deep sigh. "Not here. I'll come back tomorrow." He responds. I can't tell something's not right because he looks tired from stress.
"You okay?" I ask cautiously.
"Yeah. Im gonna go home. Good seeing you." He says suspiciously.
"Right...feel better." I say a little suspicious.
He leaves and the others start asking questions.
"You know what's hilarious?" Jeremy says.
"What's hilarious?" Eliza asks while laying down and staring at the ceiling.
"The fact we haven't seen one single picture of his girlfriend. Not one." He answers with a grin.
"Well first off, she's not my girlfriend. Second, why do you wanna know what she looks like?"
"We wanna see if you have bad taste." Sloane answers.
"Guess you'll never know." I answer replacing Oliver's beer with a bottle of water. He's so drunk I don't think he knows the difference.
"Okay I have to get Sloane home, anyone else need a ride?" Jeremy asks as they both get up.
Eliza raises her hand as well as Oliver.
Once they're all gone I take my phone out scrolling though her new posts. Fuck she's beautiful. There's one with her and Nico at the movies. One with just her eating ice cream, there's one for her friends birthday post (don't ask how I know that) and the last one is her and some red head guy around her age that makes my blood run cold. I press on the account attached to the post to notice his name and last name.
Carson Phill Jones. What the fuck are you doing with my girl?
I go through his background checks and see nothing that's too dangerous. A few theft charges and speed tickets but nothing extreme. He never went to college. He has 2 little siblings, a girl and a boy. His parents are middle class. All live in California except for him. All his grandparents from his dad's side died in a house fire 3 years ago. The other two are divorced. He was invisible through middle and highschool. He likes to go to movies a lot. Something still seems not right but I let it go.
He's not dangerous, and seems like not a boyfriend either. Which means the Precious is mine and safe.
I get a call from my mom.
"Hey mom."
"Hi Enzo, I have a question what do you want for your birthday?" She asks. She's looking at something in front of her like she's trying to figure something out. She has a line on her forehead when she does that.
"I want a T-Shirt." I say. In reality I don't want anything for my birthday, but if I don't say something I will receive the best gift money can buy. Which is not what I need my parents spending their money on. Every time they do I usually sell the thing they give me and give it back to them for their birthday in addition to their actual gift. Mom's too Stella Alonso to except it so I usually just sneak some in her gift and give the rest to Dahlia.
She rolls her eyes. "Even though we both know that's not true, I'll get you a T-shirt." She says reluctantly.
"Thanks mom, love you."
"Love you too, I have to go but I'm so excited for you to be with us again." She says with a genuine smile.
"Me too mom. Bye." She says bye then hangs up.
I get changed into some pj pants and take off my shirt. I brush my teeth as thoughts go through my mind.
Is she mad at me? No fucking shit Sherlock.
Okay but does she hate me? Probably...
Guess I'm gonna have to remind her why she fell in love with me in the first place. That's if she's not too clouded by anger... hope and pray.
*2 weeks later*
I head out the airport to see Nico and Camilla waiting for me. Camilla has her arms crossed with an annoyed look. Nico just stands looking around for me. When his eyes finally reach mine his whole face lights up. Hopefully his sister will have the same reaction.
I meet them while dragging my suitcase with me.
Nico hugs me as well as Camilla- though Nico squeezes the life out of me.
"I missed you too, now get the fuck off me." I say stubbornly. He reluctantly detaches himself from me and Cami just rolls her eyes.
The way there is pretty smooth except for the fact I had to sit in the back. I mean I didn't really expect anything less from Camilla.
Once we get to the villa my breath catches in my throat. Sofia is laying in a tiny bikini tanning. Her eyes are closed but I can tell she isn't sleeping by the occasion nod of her head from the music she's listening to from her ear phones.
Nico gets water from the pool and throws it on her. She shrieks as she quickly sits up. She's about to get him back when her eyes meet with mine. Just when I think she's about to glare daggers at me she gives me a polite smile and goes to hug me. I hug her back a little stunned by her lack of... something.
"Haven't seen you in a while. You should've came to visit." She says. Both Nico and Camilla retreaded to the villa so I can tell it's not an act.
"You okay Precious?" The nickname slips out before I can stop myself. Her body tenses for a second before she gives me a tight lipped smile.
"I'm fine, your probably jet lagged though. You should try to sneak in a nap now since everyone's at the beach." With that she heads to the outdoor showers while I'm left stunned.
I quickly grab her wrist and push her against my chest. She gasps out of shock as she looks up at me with her beautiful eyes widened.
I need to check one thing. Just one.
"Precious?" I ask, my eyes search hers for some hope.
"Lorenzo?" And I find none.
I let her go and she takes an awkward few steps back while looking down. "You should stop calling me that," she says it like a request. Please stop calling me that.
"Never." I whisper. She meets my eyes again and I can tell everything has changed.
She shakes her head in disapproval but goes to the showers. Instead of following her like I want to do, I go inside and into my room to get a nap like she told me to.