Chapter 4

Ivy's POV

I came in Italy with the purpose of learning how Italians live their every day life. Im 22 years old , originally from Florida. I live alone with my best friend Kara. I have always been fascinated with history and sociology soo thats why I study psychology. Waiting for Samuel is waiting for a girl doing her make up. As soon as I heard him speak I knew he would be the key to help me with my studies. After 35 minutes of complete boredom I see the messy honey blonde hair coming in my direction. I waved at him and he gave me one of those goofy smiles. " Hey soo you ready to go?" I rolled my eyes and shook my head " I was ready to go 35 minutes ago , but your majesty made me wait this long to wear a white shirt and jeans" His cheeks got a really cute tint of pink. Awww isn't he adorable? Wait no, I need to focus on my research. We started walking and the silence was becoming too much, but thank Goddess Samuel decided to break it. " So Ivy , how old did you say you were?" Wow couldn't be more charming with that question. " A lady never tells", he smiled and and rolled his eyes playfully which made me chuckle. Then he decided to speak again. " Well I am 19. Now its only right for me to know your age since you know mine!" I started laughing at how goofy this guy was..Wait what?! He was freaking 19! No no no. How can he be soo..mature? " You seem surprised, do I look younger?" I shook my head and looked at him. " You look older by the way you talk. So where are we going again?" He pointed to a old restaurant and I was confused, I told him it wasn't a date. " Sam, I told you its not a date" He shook his head and smiled," Look I know its not, but you wanted to find out about the city by a citizen so I thought I would take you to the oldest person here and we could have lunch too because I'm starving. So we are in a 'not a date'." Okay this guy is soo goofy and really thoughtful too. " Sam really thank you so much" He smiled at me and I don't know why I felt my cheeks burning a bit. My hormones are going a bit crazy probably because of the flight.

Sam's POV

We got in the restaurant and I lead her to the chef. " Hey Mark , I want to see Sage. This girl here wants some information and I thought grandpa Sage can help her." Mark shook his head and I knew what was coming. " Ivy close your ears." She looked at me confused but did as I said. " Papa Sage!!!!" Jesus Christ I could hear Mark screaming even with my ears closed. 3 minutes later an old man in a wheelchair comes in front of us. I shake his hand and introduce him to Ivy. " So Papa , this is Ivy. She wants to know more about our life." He smiled and he sat to a table gesturing for us to sit too. We sat there and I gave him a piece of paper and a pen. " Sam what is that paper for?". " You will see."

Ivy's POV

The old man took the pen and started writing in English. The first thing he wrote was: 'I can't speak'. I wrote down: ' I would really like to know what activities do Italian people in a normal day?' The old man smiled at me and wrote: 'They live'. I chuckled and wrote: ' Well elaborate please' He smiled and looked at me warmly, then wrote: ' Usually Italian people, old Italian people , love to walk and go to coffee shops. Kids love to play in the park. Teenagers love to smoke which is soo bad and annoying and adults work and party. Italians love to eat, but they eat healthy which is why we have so many restaurants. We also love the beach which is why most of the people usually go there. Maybe you and Sam can go there too ;)' Okay now the old man was going a bit too far, but I decided to laugh it off and I wrote: ' I would enjoy it more if I would go there with my fiancé. What do Italian people think about Italy?' The old men looked more serious and wrote: ' Old people like me stay here because we have a history with this place and the rest of the people, I would say 65% want to leave. Its all because of the economy' I didn't want to ask more questions because I saw the old man getting annoyed so I shook his hand and thanked him.

Sam's POV

She had a fiancé? Great luck Sam. Sage got up and I went to Mark and told him to make us some pasta. I went back to my seat to see Ivy looking at her notes." So did you get your answer miss Rose?" She looked at me and frowned. " God don't call me by my last name. My teachers call me that and I hate it!". " I forgot to ask, what do you study?" She seemed to like my question and she fixed her position. Oh boy, that meant the girl would start talking a lot. " I study psychology. I actually do a history course too. Thats why I came here. The questions I had were about that course. What do you study?" I was amazed. She was so smart! Like please tell me someone who loves history and isn't smart, except me of course I'm a failed case. " I study literature. I aspire becoming a literature teacher." She smirked and raised an eyebrow. " Oh wow so we have to do with a romantic boy. Okay tell me who's your favorite writer?" She really knew how to keep a conversation going. I was so awkward sometimes Jesus Christ! " I think it would be Edgar Allan Po." " Good choice Nobile he is my favorite too. So how come Sage knows English this good?". " Well papa Sage isn't originally from here. He is from England. Plus Italians do english at school too." We talked some more. I got to know that she is actually 22 which I don't mind because we are friends. She said she was from Florida which I love. That place is amazing. We have so much in common that is crazy. We are both December babies. Her birthday is December 19th and mine is December 18th. We both love the same kind of music, she has a goofy sense of humor which is amazing for me. 30 minutes later the pasta came . I was so caught up in the way she would talk so I forgot to eat it. God she was really interesting.

Ivy's POV

It was amazing how me and Sam had so much in common. He was a really sweet and genuine guy. For an Italian he didn't like pasta much. He didn't even touch his plate so , I ate it. Yup me and my big stomach. " Tell me about your family Ivy?". " I live with my friend Kara. She is older than me but we met through another friend and we really got along. My dad lives alone..he doesn't like company much and I don't have siblings and my mom has passed away. She had cancer.." Every time I talk about her I feel the tears covering my eyes. This time it happened too, but something that I didn't expect happened.Sam,instead of just saying ' I'm sorry' actually hugged me. I don't know why but it felt good to express and become part of the pain that someone has by actions you do. " What about your family?" I stayed there in his embrace and he started talking with that sweet and deep voice that he has." My dad passed away when I was seven. He had cancer too. My mom lost her memory because of an accident so for her Im the nurse and the nanny of my sisters. I have two sisters. Anna and Emily. Twins." I could feel his heart beating faster and his breathing was uneven which meant he was about to cry too. I wrapped my arms around his neck holding him close but we had to pull away because I heard the voice of someone that I didn't knew that was here. " Get your hands the hell off my fiancé!" Oh God it was Jared,my fiancé. I saw how Sam pulled away and he looked upset. "Jared he is a friend so please don't make a scene." But it was too late he was too furious and he gripped my wrist hurting me..It wasn't the first time but I still felt embarrassed. Sam looked so mad when he saw Jared hold me like that. He got up and was standing next to me. " Look we are just friends. Now you calm down , stop causing a scene and treat her like you are supposed to treat a girl." I feltJared letting go off my wrist and he held Sam by the shirt. They both were full of rage. Sam was holding himself pretty well. He didn't touch Jared at all and acted so mature about it." Now buddy you listen to me! You better fucking stop running your mouth. It's not your business what I do with her." I couldn't see it anymore. Before Sam could talk I got in between. " Sam please leave.. please. I will deal on my own. And don't ask me for my number.. Its better to not keep in touch." I could see how hurt he was..God I felt like crying. I wanted to say something else but I let him go like that.