out of my head .

[jack bose]

<sub>It was the smile that had gotten her. Despite all allegiances she held, all the issues she had and the anger that seemed to overtake every aspect of her life, something as trivial as a smile had melted her down, had burned her fortress and left her standing out in the open, unaware of what was going to happen next. Did she love him? Probably not. But she was attached on a level that she’d never been attached to anyone before, and it was sending her into a serious panic to think that someone might have a hold over her like she’d never been held before. A smile had made her agree to a date. A date… she’d never been on a date. Never been kissed on the mouth before now either, but she wasn’t going to get into her own personal issues because frankly, she was better suited to a life of loneliness and spite then one shared with someone else. He knew it, she knew he did; the expression of shock and delight on his face after she’d agreed was enough to convince her that even her mild devotion wasn’t enough to keep him satisfied. Jack had no idea where this was going, she wasn’t really sure she wanted to know but it was a little bit… exciting. It was nice to be able to let someone else take the wheel for once, to see where they’d take her if she just sat patiently and let someone else deal with everything important. Sure, spending time with him was calming and relaxing and she certainly liked the sex aspect of it, but in her mind the date had come out of nowhere and so had the insistence that she wear something nice. Clothes. Like she’d be leaving the house without them on a date.

Despite herself, she couldn’t help but feel a spring in her step, a slightly jaunty grin perched over her attractive, adult features. She didn’t look fifteen. She didn’t look young enough to spend the rest of eternity with a name that wasn’t hers, either, but she didn’t care necessarily about that. She didn’t act fifteen, either. Much, much more mature then her classmates and probably too much for her social setting, Jack was ostracized before she realized what that was, and by the time she figured out how much she didn’t fit in, it was too late to turn back. She was a mess and she knew it, she was fully aware of the lengths she’d have to go to in which to survive and that was fine with her, because as a matter of fact, she was actually… lo and behold.. Happy. For once, she was happy. With the way things were going, with the expression of glee on his face as she’d agreed. No one had ever cared what she’d done, no one had ever paid attention to her in any light but negative and as corny as it sounded, negative attention was still attention; she still could feel at least somewhat closer to someone if they hated her, because then at least they acknowledged she existed. She wasn’t just Jack Bose, bitchy loser for no reason.. She was a nobody, and she’d made herself a somebody in the only way she knew how. She’d taken her mother’s position, knowing everything and exploiting everyone, keeping them all under the tip of her little finger because her angst would come crashing down around them, everything she knew would be out in the open and god knows, no one wanted that.

So she’d whipped out the big guns, beastie boys blasting from her ipod dock in the corner of her dorm room, red lips and bed head, ombre dress along with a pair of threaded heels to match. Sure, she was usually a disgusting slut but the way he’d implied she should wear clothes made her doubt that she could go somewhere as she usually did; hooker heels hardly seemed appropriate but her skinny ass didn’t feel right when she wasn’t wearing some kind of pump, and her louboutin collection had been left back in Italy, still sitting in the dorm room she’d inhabited, very, very similar to the one she lived in now. She didn’t have a roommate, she’d paid her to leave and stay somewhere else because god knows it would have been too much of a hassle to deal with her. Lips curling up into a smirk, she slid gracefully out of the female dorms and over to the boy’s ones, where her date was presumably waiting on the steps like he’d suggested earlier. A date. A… date. The word tasted funny in her mouth, she turned it over and over again and swallowed thickly as she realized that the setting was very similar to the last time he’d started, easily, to kill her. Who would she be to fight him off? He could take her down to the rocks and murder the shit out of her and no one would ever know, and if they did find out, they probably wouldn’t care. But the smile she’d seen earlier.. That was genuine, right? Not like her own, serpentine and vicious. It was cute, adorable even, and Jack hadn’t used that word since she was little to describe something accurately. He was cute. Adorable.

So why wasn’t she going in the opposite direction? Everything about this was screaming commitment, was screaming in her ears and burning into the tympanic membrane her mistakes, her faults. She didn’t deserve to be there on the steps like a modern Cinderella but with her shoes, she didn’t need to be there because she’d only hurt him in the end. She hurt everyone, hell, she killed her own parents without a flicker of remorse. So maybe it wasn’t him killing her, but her killing him and still, the smile was flashing in the back of her mind, the way his eyes had lit right up. Almost like he couldn’t help it, and the American Jack was instantly, immediately charmed. It was by far too late to turn back now.

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[giovanni bose]

The observatory.

He knew Jack liked stars. It was why, the times they were laying in his dorm room looking up at the ceiling, she claimed half of the stars there here own and when they ran off from Italy and ended up in the German countryside (amongst other places), she would look up from the topless car at the billions of stars in the sky. It was just one thing that stood out from everything she did, mainly because it wasn't ruthless or blunt or any other normal characteristic for her. It was almost like every time she looked up at the stars and would randomly point to one and claim her own like she was actually acting her own age. It wasn't that he was trying to make her act fifteen. By all means he did like that she was different from the average fifteen year old (at SBH he just couldn't stand them always giggling when he walked by). No, she just seemed...at ease. Yeah, that was the right phrase.

So when he had been debating on where to take her for the date, the first thing he knew not to do was take her somewhere overly pricey and expensive. It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. He could afford the moon if he really wanted to buy it. No, it just didn't fit right. They'd gone a million and one fancy, upperclass places to just add another to the list. But then came the deal with food. He obviously had to feed her. So when she left, he went out, bought a bunch of ingredients, and cooked up some food, mainly the only food he really knew how to cook which was Italian. He made enough for the two of them along with dessert and then packed it all into a fairly large picnic basket he purchased earlier. Then he had the air mattress in the back of his car with towels and whatever else they might need for what they would do after the observatory, and hopefully if everything went fairly smoothly, she would love it.

If not...well then...

Fuck.

He stood at the end of the stairs, car keys in hand along with a decent sized box wrapped in black and with a big red bow on it. He was dressed in an expensive black suite, designer of course, with his designer shoes and a white button up underneath, slightly unbuttoned to keep it ever so slightly casual. He actually did his hair...which was basically just him running his fingers through it, and he was absently watching a few students as they passed by, most of them females looking him up and down and smirking before going over to whisper to their friends. He shrugged it off, a hand in his pocket playing with his keys while the other held the black box easily. When he heard the clicking of heels was when he looked up and his blue orbs landed on the one and only female he was currently waiting on for the evening. In a way he was glad the other females had shown up of eye rape him. They'd get envious over him treating Jack the way he was and they damn well had every right to do so because they would never, in a million years, be her.

So when his eyes landed on her and seemed to give her the look over, he was impressed. The dress made her look spectacular and as always, she was flawless. So yes, yet another smile fell on his face and the other females seemed to pretend not to care but were obviously staring with the whole melting in my spot type of look. He seemed too oblivious to their presence because his entire focus had fallen on Jack and it wasn't like him to not pay attention to his surroundings considering what he was in the business of doing. When she reached him, he unhesitatingly leaned in and planted yet another peck on her lips, "You look beautiful," he had to say it, he couldn't help it. Nor could he help the stupid smile on his face again. Handing the present out to her, he chuckled, "You can't open it until I say so," it was almost like he was playing a game. She wouldn't be able to open it and seeing her patiently waiting would be fun.

Taking her hand into his, he smiled down at her, "Ready?" he was excited and a bit anxious. He felt like a kid who just got a shiny new toy truck and was now suddenly getting the entire toy store's supply of Tonkas. So once she said she was, he lead her out toward the car in the front, the one they'd had while in the German countryside that he never bothered getting rid of because it was his favorite-the only car that was vintage yet ran like brand new and was a convertible. He even held the door open for her so she could get in and it all came naturally to him because he didn't have to try. He was treating her the way she deserved to be treated. Nothing more and nothing less.

[jack bose]

Even if she’d never vocally admit it, just like it had the first time she’d seen him in a suit, the visuals she was getting from the expensive tailoring was nothing short of pleasurable. He was beautiful, statuesque in every sense of the meaning and even better when his clothes were on the floor, but there was some kind of charm to a man in a suit, especially Gio. Lips pursed, she raised a questioning eyebrow and let out a dry chuckle at his complement, shaking off the fact that she’d just been kissed… again. It was new, it was a bit frustrating that she didn’t know how to react because usually she’d slap someone for that, but she didn’t feel like hitting probably the only reason why she was still alive. Although, of course, she couldn’t tell if that was good or bad but regardless, she still retorted with something like a smart-ass comment, “I hope you enjoy it. The effort I went through to get this dress is pretty fucking equal to climbing mount Olympus.” which wasn’t the truth at all, but she didn’t care for the most part. It was simply another fact of life, getting dressed would always be more difficult for girls then it would for guys. Ten minutes tops if you had a dick and thirty minutes tops if you didn’t, she didn’t see why it usually took everyone so long because she herself acted more like a guy in that respect, but still.. It was pretty easy picking out the flowy number from the depths of her seemingly endless closet (or endless for someone who didn’t give a fuck what she wore). And apart from the lack of ladylike conduct, you would have though she was attending a debutant ball or something with the glamorous position her spine held, straight despite her american ways, and the perfect condition her glossy locks fell in down her shoulders. “You look fittingly chiseled,” she murmured, humor evident in her tone at the site of the girls, just off to the side, glaring. She could feel their stares burning into her skin and she didn’t care, much like she never would. There wasn’t enough Jack to care about girls in her grade, especially considering none of them would or could assist her in any way.

Extending a long, slender index finger, she poked the dimple that had arisen on his cheek, smirk still evident over her own features because a genuine smile was too difficult to elicit. She may have been a girl at heart, but on the outside she was still cold and becoming, still that odd mixture of enticing and painful. Like a beautiful oyster, shiny on the outside but you can’t touch it, because you’ll get cut. Taking the box from his hands, she scrunched her nose in vague disbelief and fingered the red ribbon, much in the same way as she had before, in the room. Thoughts of murder had dissipated, in there place a sort of anxiousness that was new to her. What could she do with a feeling like that? Embracing it seemed futile, as did ignoring it.. You could almost say the butterflies in her tummy thing was pretty accurate for the moment, but she couldn’t call it out, having never felt that way before that very instant. A lot of firsts for her were presented with the boy, his tux shining under the dim sun setting. A slight expression of exasperation crossed her features, the urge to tug open the box incomparable to any she had ever felt, and to release the tension a little bit, she lit a cigarette, kept securely between her tits inside the top of her dress. No bra, no panties, but the snug part of the dress was enough to hold a pack of cigarettes and, like always, the lighter that was jammed inside the plastic on the outside of the box. Inhaling deeply and releasing the smoke in small circles, she frowned. “Why not?” but her question went unanswered, because she was being toted much like a doll towards the car, the box between her hands. She didn’t want to shake it, considering she had no idea what it was.. Too sensitive. This was weird; the urge to destroy had gone for the moment and been replaced by a serene girlishness, an okay with being led feeling that she didn’t know before now. Usually she was in charge. Usually… but she extinguished her cigarette before sliding into the passenger seat of the car, fingers knotting together in her lap.

“It pains me to let you take me somewhere, you realize that right? Especially because I have no idea where we’re going. So your ass better start talking soon or else I’m going mute,” she muttered, defiant even on the way to a location that could possibly be romantic, legs crossed gingerly. The front seat was single, there was no intercepting coffee holder or anything of the sort so she slid next to him, her thigh against his, her palm on his leg, light. Possessive. The stares continued, considering the car wasn’t pulled away from the school yet and she flicked the girls off easily, without remorse or consideration for anything that might have seemed offensive. Leaning her head back, her temple pressed against his shoulder, she watched as the sky flew by, past them, blue eyes taking it all in. there was everything there, all the night was open for the taking and she could essentially imagine the world coming together, but a little chill had set in, so she rummaged for the jacket she’d left in the car so long ago and ended up with an old leather one of his. Without much consideration, she slipped it on and buried her fingers in the satin lining, keeping them warm.. It was a benefit of having someone who’s stuff you could use without question, there was a certain level of comfort that let her do so without feeling bad and she was fully aware that life could get no better, no simpler. Nudging him with her elbow, she frowned again, momentarily. “Giovanni Montague. Tell me what’s in the box, right now, or I’m going to cut off your member the next time I’m down there and hang it from my dormitory door for the use of every girl in Siren Bishop.”
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[giovanni bose]

He chuckled, "You wouldn't," he didn't say it in disbelief or as if he was trying to cinvince anyone including himself. He said it as if it were a simple and well known fact that she wouldn't basically cut off his dick for all the SBH whores to use as a dildo. He peeled out of the parking spot, using one hand to drive as always, the other on the top part of the seat lounging out of habit. Another usual was his speeding. How he never got a speeding ticket in any country was beyond him but driving slow was just so boring unless one was high. Then cruising in a car was the best thing in the world. But he was completely sober and speeding was a nice little thrill ride-temporary but still fun, "We're going to the observatory," he answered her question, but obviously wasn't going to tell her what was in the box, "You won't need what's in the box until later so don't think about it so much," he glanced down at her slightly, chuckling again as he pulled up to the observatory.

Parking in the empty parking lot, it seemed more like the observatory was abandoned than anything but that was the point. He basically bought the place for the night. And the lake wasn't a far drive from where they were so it would be easy to get there. Parking the car, he slipped out and away from her to open her door, but not holding it because he had popped open the trunk and grabbed the picnic basket which was full of food. Closing the trunk, he was once again leading her away into the empty observatory, going into the largest room which was basically dome shaped but not the room with the telescope. No, the one he picked seemed dark from afar but upon entering, the entire thing was filled with what looked like stars as if it were the night sky lighting up the room. It obviously wasn't insanely bright, but that was because every 'star' in there was a very tiny light bulb in different colors of reds, blues, whites, and yellows to represent the different types of star colors that were actually in space. It looked like they were outside but really, they weren't. She wouldn't see the real stars until later-at the lake.

In the center of the entire thing were two large candles on a large enough blanket where both of them could sit despite the floor being carpeted. It was a pretend picnic-indoors instead of outdoors but they would still have their time outdoors. After all, artificial stars were nothing compared to real ones. Getting the fake ones in, however, were a total pain in the ass. Setting the picnic basket on the side of the blanket, he glanced over at her, "You can open it when we're done eating," he obviously had worked hard on all of this and actually put a lot of thought into it. Plus, he could only imagine what her reaction would be to what was inside the box. It was big but it was just a smaller box inside a bigger box and bigger box and so on and so forth. It was something he'd felt was reasonable considering he had a whole lot of money sitting around just collecting interest in the bank. So he got enough together and got the present. It wasn't a lot of money, in his opinion.

And he was pretty sure no female on the face of the earth could resist it.

He had the food laid out and it was all still hot-so much he nearly burned himself taking it out but thankfully it wasn't a long trip from the basket to the blanket. She'd be able to pick out whatever she wanted from the home made Italian food he made but she would have to eat...or he would get upset. If he had to shove the food down her throat then so be it.

[jack bose]

It was nice, it was cute and it was charming and nice to be able to relax completely, not worry about anything and just let Gio take over for a date. She had no idea where she sat with him, she didn't know if they were closer then just fuck buddies or what but everything he was doing seemed indicative of that at this rate, she was wondering if maybe he wanted her around for more then just the sex. She was good at that, she knew she was, so there were more then one people who'd offered having her as a seductress on call whenever they felt like it. Those people had ended up injured, but it didn't change her opinion of herself – she still thought essentially the only thing she was good for, or would ever be good for was laying on her back – but it was helping that he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company. To think, the man who killed her parents would end up the only one she actually bonded with. She followed him into the room, eyes squinted because, like a child, she was too excited to look at what was potentially going on around her. She couldn't help but grin, the grin that had never occurred before now, the one that was so exalted that people stared when she made the expression, or they'd used to, wondering if she was in some kind of pain but no, she was in no pain. She was happy. It was serene around them, the calmness would have been intimidating if not for the twinkling lights hanging above her head. There was no one else there but them two, and once more, like she had in the gym so long ago, the urge to pounce on him was evident and hug him. Instead, she merely laid down on the blanket he'd set out, hair around her head in a glossy halo, fanning out from the base of her neck like rays from the sun. Her knees bent unceremoniously, ends of her dress trailing out around her much the same way her hair was, she was immediately oblivious to anything else, staring at the hundreds of multicolored lights. He'd really gone out of his way to make sure that everything was beautiful, and where appreciation of such things fell short in Jack's mind, she knew it was no small feat.

The box, casually discarded over by her feet, had held no value to her once she'd seen the sky, expanse of blackness except for the few stringed lights he'd put up, a mimicry of the beauty of the world beyond them. In comparison, the present seemed miniscule and meaningless, but as soon as he'd brought it up again she sat up, ankles flat against the ground and tucked her legs behind her. Running a hand over disheveled brown locks, she tilted her head sideways and picked up the fork, putting it down again momentarily without eating anything. “I'm not hungry.” but she picked up the fork again anyway and taste it, timidly, as if whatever was inside would kill her if she ingested it. She frowned, slightly, but then an expression that can usually only be found when one has tasted the best food they've had in a while filtered over her expression, and she took a bigger bite. “Just kidding,” she muttered after having swallowed that, and pinned him with her gaze, “How long did it take you to do all this?” probably longer then she would have spent. If it were up to her, she'd just have gone and gotten some takeout, stuck it on some pretty plates and pretended she made it. Unfortunately it was pretty limited to where you could go to get food, so he'd probably have noticed.. “It's really... pretty.” she hesitated on the word, noticing how strange it felt coming out of her mouth. A word she hadn't said in a while. Pretty. That's what it was.
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[giovanni bose]

Giovanni looked ready to shove food down her throat when she said she wasn't hungry. He didn't, literally, slave over the stove (okay that's a lie...the food was fairly easy to make...minus the desserts) like he was a woman in order to make the food just for her to say she wasn't going to eat it without at least trying it. But as she ate, he seemed to relax a bit, serving himself a tad bit, but not too much just because the majority of it was supposed to be for her (and he kept eating bits of it like a fat ass while making it), taking a few bites as he watched her reactions and the way her face would change with everything around her. Looking up at the lights, he was was glad she seemed to light up the way she did and then the look on her face when she ate some of the food. He felt accomplished, really, and for once he was doing something for someone because he wanted to (it actually didn't happen very often) and not because he was simply ordered to or because it was expected of him.

He was chewing on the food in his mouth while serving some wine (and obviously not the cheap kind) when she asked her question and then proceeded to saying it was all pretty. That was one word he honestly thought would never come out of her mouth and it seriously gave him an ego boost he probably didn't need and could live without, "Since you left my room," that had been a good couple of hours ago. He already had it in his mind, for a while now, what he would do if he could take her on a date the only thing that took long was actually carrying out all the planning for it. Like putting in all those light bulbs? He did that while the meat was cooking since it took forever and then making sure the place was closed off and he had everything set up perfectly took a while as well but he was Giovanni Montague and he managed to pull it all off on time.

Honestly not wanting to eat very much because he was too distracted by her to stuff his face as usual, he took a gulp of the wine, "Hey kids, shake it loose together. The spotlight's hitting something. That's been known to change the weather. We'll kill the fatted calf tonight. So stick around. You're gonna hear electric music. Solid walls of sound," he sang the song as if Elton John was there playing the piano next to him. He wasn't an amazing singer and he knew he wasn't. He probably was making a fool of himself but hey, he felt it was a good time to make a fool of himself, plus the song seemed appropriate for some reason. The best part was that he was actually into it, knowing all the words to the damn song and laughing because he knew once those high pitched parts came, his voice would end up cracking and he would sound terrible.

"Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet. Oh But they're so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets. Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful. Oh Bennie she's really keen," he was looking at her as he smiled, singing the song with no shame, using the closed wine bottle as a microphone. He pointed it to her to she could sing the next part. The funny thing was, this was how he normally was...Well, how normal he used to be before he had to kill his ex girlfriend and unborn child. He hadn't acted so tough and cold then. He would loosen up, like right now, and have no shame in singing or making a fool of himself because he had been so hopelessly happy it was ridiculous. He figured, after she died, he wouldn't be that happy again. He'd been what? Sixteen at the time. He didn't know better. He was eighteen now and knew how to handle himself better.

But when it came down to it, he was still a tad bit hopeless and could just let loose sometimes...Sometimes, "She's got electric boots a mohair suit. You know I read it in a magazine oh oh,Bennie and the Jets," he sang along the rest of it with her, laughing when his voice would occasionally crack, having given her the wine bottle as a microphone and he used the large roll of French bread. By the end of the song, he took a bite out of the bread...because he was a fat ass.

"Try this," he laughed softly after swallowing, grabbing a forkful of food and sprinkling small bits of the bread on top and leaning over to let her try it in that way where he was basically feeding her, but it was just a forkful and he was just going with the flow at this point. He wasn't nervous, wasn't upset, he was content with where he was at the moment after horribly singing an Elton John 70's classic while eating some home made Italian dinner (with a random loaf of French bread just because he had to be a bit selfish...it was his favorite kind of bread...).

[jack bose]

Elton john. Was he serious? She tilted her head to the side, watching as the words spewed, hardly on tune but still to the general beat of the song, incredulous. If she'd never been suspected to say the word pretty, he had never been suspected under any circumstances to sing along to bennie and the jets. While most music grated on her nerves, Jack was a fan of one particular song, one song that had managed to keep her calm and surrounded by at least a flicker of happiness.. and that song was Bennie and the jets. When her parents had finished reaming her out as a child, she'd sit on the stairs, her cd player blasting the oldies favorite. It really was like he'd been reading her mind because whenever she associated happiness with something in reality, that thing was bennie and the jets. And she'd admit, at the moment, she was happier then she'd been since she was little. Stars, good food, someone who's company she genuinely enjoyed, and the wine he'd pulled out may have been getting to her head; regardless, she hummed along until he held out the bottle and broke into her own rendition of the song, sweet high pitched voice carrying the tune effortlessly. She didn't sing often and she wasn't as great as some of the people in the past or the present, but she was far from bad at singing. There were variations of horrible and she was above that, maybe at the level of someone in a choir group or something similar. She didn't sing because she chose not to, it made her feel vulnerable and out in the open where she didn't like to be. But since it was just the two of them... “Electric boots, a mohair suit.. you know I read it in a magazineeeeeee.” she'd stood up somewhere in the middle of their duet, dancing around, arms up in the air, hips swinging hypnotically. Ordinarily behavior like this was on the down low, she hardly ever let loose and had fun because she found copious amounts of joy in other people's misery, and if he ever brought it up again in front of someone she knew she'd immediately close him out, she knew it and she was sure he did too.

She collapsed in his lap as he held out the fork, redirecting his hand so it was towards her and not away from her, and snaked her arm around his neck to make sure she didn't fall over, mouth closing around the fork. Taking it into her own hand, she tested the flavors momentarily on her tongue and nodded with the conclusion that it was good. “When I was little,” she started, swallowing again to make sure the weighty taste of the food was gone before she continued. “We used to have Friday spaghetti nights.” she nodded, affirming her short story and erupting into a brief round of giggles because of how short it had ended up being. She'd planned on telling him all about how she'd sit on the counter and pour in various ingredients handed to her by her father, as her mother danced around the kitchen in nothing but a slip, her hair pinned back from lovely, cutting features. Unfortunately those words didn't really make it past her lips once she realized that he'd been the one to kill them, and he probably didn't want to hear about what they'd been like before they turned into the worst people she'd ever known. “I loveeeee Italian food, it's the only thing I would eat for a while.” that's one of the reasons living in Milan had been so wonderful; she'd been able to fill the urge whenever and wherever she so pleased, because on every corner there was some kind of delicious gelato or delicacy or even the bread, so good. She'd never had anything like it and unless she went back, there wasn't a chance she'd be having anything like it again. Except now, of course. B] “You're hired,”

[/b] she continued, making herself another bite of the bread thing and popping it into her mouth, leaning her head into his chest. Away from the entire world she was almost sweet, almost caring.. almost not the way she was when she had been for so long. It was weird, really, to see her how she would have been if all that shit didn't go down. But it did, and she was hardly ever so... normal. [/justify]
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[giovanni bose]

He laughed when they were singing, liking her voice mainly because it wasn't those kinds of voice that were very in your face like Beyonce and not horrible like Rihanna but instead it was pleasant to listen to instead of making his ears bleed which his voice probably did to her poor ears. He was a hitman not a singer. If he was a gifted singer, he would be out in the world touring and singing and producing records. But no, he killed people because it was simply what he did best. As she seemed to fall into his lap, he used his arm to keep her from falling over as support for her back. As she started about Friday spaghetti night, he was reminded of his own family-well, not really his family anymore. Did they ever have those kinds of nights where they all ate together and such? He'd been eating dinner alone basically since he was five excluding the occasional times he had to take someone out to eat or it was expected of him...or now, "Good...It's the only kind of food I know how to cook," he chuckled, seriously feeling an ego boost that she was liking everything so far.

Holding her, her reached over to grab the box. He wasn't going to bring up her parents considering it could make questions arise about his own family and the last thing he needed was to explain to her exactly why his parents gave him up to his grandparents and the Italian mafia in the first place. Those were times he would much rather not go into. Slipping off the ribbon behind her, he set the box on her lap for her to open. She'd have to go through two other boxed in order to reach the box that held that necklace in it. She'd be stuck with it considering he wasn't going to take it back. He kissed her neck as he waited for her to open it, a tad bit anxious but still patient because he really wanted to see her reaction. He could only imagine what it would be. He had to ask his best friend for advice on what to get her exactly and when he said a bunch of options and the last being necklace, he immediately knew which necklace to get her. Sure, it was extremely pricey and he had to pull a couple strings to get it, but it was worth every penny.

He was tempted to make her promise not to sell it but he didn't think she would, or at least he was hoping she wouldn't. His ex sold some very expensive earrings he bought her once from India. It was then that he noticed things were going sour but then again, he found out that she never did sell them-she only said it in hopes he would leave her because of it. She seriously thought he was that shallow to leave someone because they sold a present he gave them. He probably wouldn't have left her even if she cheated-which she did. He left her the day she died so that was done with.

Now he was trying to get with Jack...officially at least. It was probably very obvious that he wanted her as more than just a fuck buddy from everything he was doing for her and the fact he just sang to her and he's a horrible singer and told her over and over he would never sing in front of anyone unless they actually meant something to him at the moment. Well, Jack did mean a lot to him. It wasn't just her beauty. It was her as a person. He liked her tough exterior that she put on and this softer side of her. Obviously he liked the physical connection between the two of them, but he was never one to just base his relationships with people on certain things. He was like a dog-loyal until the bitter end and a hopeless romantic like some sorry whipped sap out of a chick flick. It was pathetic but it was true. Gio was whipped...but he wouldn't admit it-not even to himself.

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