A/I; Well, Lookie here! I seriously just came up with this story less than two hours ago. I was busy writing 2Gen when I his a snag and needed something else to work on. So, I decided to watch Mamma Mia to take a break. Yes, this literally came to me while watching Mamma Mia. That's where this story takes place, or based on where that takes place. Whichever works.

Please excuse any crappy mistakes. I wrote this all in one go, and it's 1 AM here and I need sleep ;A; I hope you enjoy, because depending on how many read it/Like it, I will continue. If no one reviews or likes it or whatever, I'll just stop because why write something it no one reads it? '

/crybaby

Please, Enjoy!


The perfect summer day in the islands. It was breezy, yet perfect, not too hot nor too cold. A young lady was walking along the stone paved path along the beach, the waves lapping back and forth in perfect rhythm. She worn a sundress that blew lightly in the breeze, but it didn't seem to faze her. Carrying a basket in one hand, she was headed to the marketplace.

Walking alongside all the different people of the market, she looked around for the items she'd been shopping for. It just so happened that she knew a shop that sold what she was looking for, and she knew the shop owner as well.

The door opened and a tiny bell jingled to alert her arrival. An older woman poker her head out from a beaded curtain, and smiled "Good morning, Miss Lovina. How are we today?"

The girl bowed her head nicely "I'm well, Mrs. Edelstein." She walked up to the counter were she peered through the glass at freshly baked good, the smell wafting out. Warm and most defiantly fresh. "All is well with you, Ma'am?"

"Ah, yes. As you can see, we have so many customers!" Elizabeta threw her arms out and signaled at the emptiness of the shop, sarcasm lacing her voice. "No one ever comes in here, except you and your family, of course."

"Oh, Mrs. Edel—"

"Dear, now," Elizabeta leaned one elbow on the counter, and pointed at Lovina with her other hand "You've called me 'Mrs. Edelstein for nineteen years. You are like family, you and I…" she lowered her arms and sighed, then placed her hands on her hips "Now, why don't you try calling me Elizabeta for once? Your sister does!"

Lovia scoffed "My sister is rude. It's unpleasant to call someone by their first name if you're doing business with them!" she whined.

Elizabeta laughed "Oh, don't be mean to your sister. Besides," she leaned down and pulled out a loaf of bread and began wrapping it in paper "Your sister see's less of me than you do, and she still calls me by my name!"

"Well, like I said, my sister is rude." She began to pull out a woven wallet, when Eliza clicked her tongue "No, no. It's on the house…if,"

Lovina looked up, wearily glancing at the lady "'If' what…?"

"If…you start calling me by my name. And do so from now on." She grinned defiantly.

"H-Hey! I call you by your name!" Lovina stomped her foot, hands at her sides in fists.

"No, you call me by my husbands name. I don't accept that unless he's around. Now, please. You don't want to have to pay for this now…do you?"

The girl sighed loudly in defeat "Fine…Elizabeta." She grumbled.

"What?" Eliza held a cupped hand to her ear "I couldn't hear you clearly, dear."

"Elizabeta! Please, I need that bread and to finish shopping today."

Eliza nodded curtly and made her way to Lovina, and placed the loaf of bread into her basket. She smiled "You know, your very stubborn."

"Yeah…people tell me that a lot." She huffed, flicking her head to the side "They all think Feliciana is such a jewel, whereas I'm just…a stubborn mule."

Elizabeta placed a hand on the girls shoulder "You are who you are, dear. Just as your sister is who she is. Don't let anyone tell you different."

"Eliza…don't preach to me, Ok? That's what Sunday's are for." She threw her hand into the air and waves it around lazily "All that stuff I hear every Sunday 'be your own person' it's always the same lesson, just different wording."

"You shouldn't mock Church, my dear. It's not good for you, they say your teeth fall out if you do." She giggled.

Lovina huffed "Liar…" and just then there was some sort of commotion outside. Both women ran to the door and walked out to see the last of what was going on.

Three boys, a blonde and two brunettes were running from a fruit stand. The owner was shaking a fist at them, and by looking at what was left in their wake, it was understandable. There was fruit everyone on the ground, some of it was smashed whereas most of it was just covered in dust. By how the vendor was yelling, it sounded like they'd stolen some while running through.

Lovina looked to where she saw them disappear and noticed the last boy pulling himself onto a roof and sprinting away. She just sighed loudly "Some boys…"

"Oh, quiet right. If they'd come by here, Roderich would have a fit!" Eliza huffed "They always do this…every time, someone different." She sighed as she turned and went back to her counter. Lovina turned quickly, interested by what she said.

"What do you mean 'they'? Are they famous or something?" she droned.

"Well, not so much famous as infamous. Those three ruffians come by a few times a week, act all nice then rip off a street vendor." She laughed slightly "They get away because they climb the building and sprint off of the roofs."

Lovina tilted her head, interested by this, though if you asked her if she was she's deny it right there. "They've never been caught?"

Elizabeta shrugged "Not really. One of the boys were caught not too long ago, but someone came and bailed him out, then he went right back to his little game."

"They sound like a bunch of moron delinquents." Lovina droned "One day, they'll get hurt or die or something…"

"Lovina!" Eliza threw down her cloth she'd been wiping her hands on "Don't say stuff like that! They may be bad, but wishing death upon someone is horrible."

"Fine, fine." She turned and headed for the door "Well, I have more shopping to do, So…have a nice day! Oh…" she grinned sheepishly "Thanks for the free bread."

Elizabeta waved "Your welcome! Be safe, watch out for those boys! You never know what they'll do!" then the shop door shut, the little bell jingling as she left. Elizabeta giggled to herself, and went beck to cleaning up around the shop "Silly girl. She acts serious all the time…she need to know when to have fun!"

Lovina finished her shopping in around an hour, and then walked the long, steep rock-paved path back up to her home. Her mother owned a large plot of land on the top of one of the joining islands, and opened up a bed-and-breakfast years before the girls were born. She owned it with her husband, their father.

Lovina was only two years old, Feliciana was still a infant, when their father had died. Or, that's what her mother told them. Truth be told, Lovina never really remembered her father at all. Wouldn't she remember him if she were two when he left?

Her many thoughts on this matter kept her mind off walking until she almost ran into the front gate. She shook her head and re-entered the land of the living. Reaching the lock, she opened the gate and then closed it behind her. A few scattered chickens ran amuck, two goats tied up to a post, and three horses out back. She smiled inward, she loved her home.

Walking up the walkway, she reached the old wooden patio, wiped her feet on the mat, and opened the door. A gust of cool wind hit her as she entered the house. She shivered slightly, then kicked off her sandals. Her mother always kept it cold inside on summer days. Walking slowly, she looked down the hallways, then peeked into the huge sitting room. The sitting room had windows, huge windows, which looked into the backyard, which looked out off the cliff into the vast ocean.

She padded into the kitchen, set down the basket she'd carried, and turned to open the fridge and find a cool drink of some sort. She pulled out a pitcher of lemonade, pulled out a class from the cupboard and poured herself a nice full drink.

Just as she took a nice drink, the back door opened then shut again. "Lovina?" a voice called.

"In here, mom."

An older woman, around mid-forties, walked around the corner. Her hair was the same color as Lovinas', but longer. Her eyes were a bright golden some would think, the same as Feliciana's. She wore a lovely white and blue sundress which had some dust on the knee's because she'd been gardening. The woman reached up and took off her woven sunhat and used one hand to fluff out her hair that had been mushed by the hat.

"How was your day, hun?" she asked tiredly.

"Oh, it was fine." Lovina shrugged, then took another drink before speaking again "Elizabeta gave me a free loaf of bread if I called her by her name from now on…"

"Oh! How nice of her! It's about time you started calling her 'Elizabeta' and not just 'Mrs. Edelstein'!" her mother laughed, Lovina just blushed slightly.

"Anyway," she spoke loud enough to stop her mother from laughing "Some boys attacked the fruit stand and stole some."

"Oh!" her mother sounded shocked "Was the Seller alright?"

"Yeah, he was just angry that they stole some and ruined some."

"Well, I'm glad." Her mother set down her hat on the island in the middle and sighed "Those boys…such trouble-makers. Reminds me of your father when he was that age. Always getting into trouble…" her mother smiled sadly.

Waiting a few moments, Lovina leaned in. Her mother opened on eye at her, smiling "What?"

"Well, when you talk about dad you normally tell a story. So…you may begin."

Her mother just started laughing "No, I have no story." She sighed dramatically "I must leave you now, dear daughter. I have tomatoes to attend to!" she picked up her hat and walked around to the front door. Lovina sighed and leaned on the island again, looking at the condensation on her glass roll down the sides. She'd not even noticed her sister was now standing by the back door and was looking at her.

Then she noticed and jumped slightly "W-What do you what!"

Feliciana giggled "Gosh, something's on your mind. You always notice when I come near you." She walked up closer, her hands behind her back "So…what's on your mind?"

Lovina stared then shook her head "N-Nothing. Won't you mind your own business?"

Again, she giggled "Well, I would if I had any! But alas…I have nothing to do. So, why not ask you about your day?"

"Mom already did that," she lifted her hand to shoo her away "Speaking of which, why don't you go help mom with her gardening?"

Feliciana giggled and jumped in place "That's a wonderful idea! Thank you, Lovi!" then jumped onto her sister and hugged her. Lovina gasped and tried her best to wriggle out of the crushing embrace.

"G-Get off of me, you dolt!"

She released her sister and giggled again "Sis, I was going to go swimming with Kiku close to sunset. Why don't you come join us?"

Lovina looked back at her glass of lemonade, deep in thought. She sighed "Alright, sound's fun. I'll go with you, just tell me when and I'll be ready."

Feli squealed and hopped away "Alrighty, then! See you at seven o'clock!"

Once she was gone, Lovina leaned on one hand and sighed "My sister…is way too happy." She let her other arm go limp at her side. A few moments later, her hand at her side was met with a sloppy, wet tongue.

She looked down and smiled "You agree with me, that my sister is too happy?" she asked.

Their pet dog, Chub, was just as his name defines. He was chubby, with sad looking eyes and droopy ears. He loved everyone, and would lick and nudge anyone's hand for attention and affection. Chub just nudge her hand again. Lovina smiled.

"I knew you would agree."

It was ten 'till seven when Feliciana and Lovina headed out the front door to meet their friend Kiku at the beach. Their mother made sure they both hand their cellphones, towels and a can of mace. The mace was a joke their mother told, but Lovina was glad she had one. She didn't trust anyone without reason.

Feli skipped happily down the paved path, leading to the beach. Her swimsuit was Italian-flag patterned, as it had belonged to their mother and she'd gotten it from her travels to Italy. By the stories she told, she'd lived there for many years before settling down where they lived now.

Lovina's swimsuit was a tomato-red with dull green trim. Feli wore just her swimsuit with sandals and her towel around her neck, whereas Lovina wore her short jean shorts, a loose tank-top and carried her towel in her back. She couldn't understand how someone could leave anywhere without a bag of essentials. Such as sun-lotion, sunglasses, first-aid kit…stuff like that.

She snapped back to reality when she noticed Feli waving at her. "What?" she called out.

"I'm gonna go see if Kiku's already there! Take your time!" she called to her sister, and then ran down to the beach. Lovina huffed "Ok, be careful!" but she knew she never heard her. She kept walking at her slow pace, eye forward, when she saw something out of the side of her eye. Someone else was here. She turned her head quickly, and saw a flash of white dive into the bushes.

She moved quickly, pulling the can of mace from her bag. Just because it was a joke between their mother, doesn't mean she couldn't use it! Holding it behind her back, she walked up to the bush below the tree, and quickly reached in and grabbed what fabric she felt.

She closed her eyes and held the can to the persons face. She kept her eyes screwed shut, she felt that whoever it was stood up, though she still had a firm grip on their shirt. She opened one eyes and saw the person smiling at her.

She opened both eyes and jumped back, holding the mace can in front of her. The boy she'd pulled out, was wearing a unbuttoned white dress shirt, swim trunks and a cross necklace around his neck. He was smiling at her, his eyes bright with amusement.

She huffed and held the can higher "What're you smiling at, Eh!"

The boy placed both hands into his pockets and chuckled "Your pretty tough, for a lady. I underestimated you."

"Under…- What the hell do you mean?" she hissed, glaring at him as she began to laugh.

"I jus' meant that I thought you would just run away, Si?" his accent was Spanish, she could tell.

Lovina blinked. He was acting nice to her…? A boy watching a girl go to the beach around sunset should be anything but polite at this time, or so she thought.

"W-What the hell? You Spanish bastard, hiding in the bushes and stalking me and my sister was not a smart move!" she spat as she held the can firmer and aimed right at his face. He looked shocked at that moment, then chuckled nervously.

"No, no You've gotten me all wrong, señorita." He held up his hands to ward off the mace can of doom. "You see…I was heading back from the beach when I heard you and your sister coming this way. I hid because…" he paused and looked away.

She'd been lowering it to listen, but held it right back up when he stopped "Because why, huh?"

"Because," he continued "I didn't want you and your sister to freak out."

Lovina looked at him like he were crazy "Why the hell would we be afraid of you, huh? Your not scary at all! Your even afraid of me!" She sneered.

He looked back at her "Oh? No, I'm not scared of you, I'm scared of that..." He pointed at the can. Then within the blink of an eye, he was right in front of her, staring right at her face. She gasped and pulled the trigger on the can, only for nothing to happen.

She gawked and looked at the can, then at him in horror. He smiled "It would help if the safety were not on, señorita."

She pulled the can away from his face, "I know, you idiot!" she huffed, then stomped back over to her bag and placed the can back where it had been. "My sister is probably worried about me. I need to go, and that means," she turned to face him, pointed her finger right between his eyes "Don't. Follow. Me." She spat. Pulling her bag onto her shoulder, she began to walk away.

"Well, It was nice meeting you, señorita!" he called after her "Oh! What is your name?"

She stopped in placed and turned, a look of disbelief on her face. He's got to be kidding, right? "My name is none of your damn business!"

"Well, my name is Antonito! Nice you meet you 'None of your damn business'!"

That's when she growled in utter frustration and stomped her way down to the beach. The whole time, muttering about the stupid Spaniard. He'd gotten under her skin, his annoying little accent, his annoying smile. He'd made a fool out of her! How dare he…

Once she'd arrived at the beach, she threw down her bag and flopped onto the cool sand. The sun would set within an hour, and she was going to enjoy the warm sun while it was still up. Propping her arms behind her, she leaned back and relaxed. After a few moments of pure bliss, her sister ran up, Kiku following behind her.

"Lovina! There you are! What took you?"

"I…I ran into an army of crabs." She sighed in an unamused voice. Feliciana gasped her eyes wide.

"An army of crabs? Really! H-How did you escape?" Kiku was sitting next to her, giving her friend a side-long stare. Who knows if she believed the whole story, but she wasn't going to say anything about it.

"Yeah…they all got in my way, so I just kicked them, but one of them pinched my foot so I got this huge rock from the side of the path and—"

"Please, Lovina, I don't want to hear the rest." Kiku pleaded. She loved animals of all kinds. She hated hearing or seeing them get hurt. Though, Lovina was lying, it wasn't like she really did smash a bunch of crabs' brains in with a rock.

"Ok, Kiku. I'll stop…" she sighed "I want to go swim. Let's go swim." So, she stood up and pulled off her sorts ands cover shirt, showing off her swimsuit. It wasn't as skimpy as Felicianas' but he was still attractive. She felt overexposed wearing it around anyone else, though.

All three girls ran and jumped into the warms ocean waters. Feli began a splash fight with Kiku, who giggled and splashed her back. Lovina just floated on her back, letting the nice salty water lap over her arms and legs. Staring at the sky, she tried to make out the figures each cloud made. She used to play that game with her mother when she was little, and truth be told, she still loved it. Again, she would never admit it to anyone. Ever.

She'd been so content in her floatings, she hadn't noticed Feli and Kiku swimming up like sharks until they began to splash her with water. She squealed and splashed them back when she could. Now it was a three-person splash fest. She was enjoying herself for once.

Once she splashing stopped, she was still laughing when she just happened to glace towards shore and noticed that Spanish guy, Antonio, sitting on a rock along the edge of the trees, watching her. She gasped and dove underwater. Feli and Kiku stopped chatting and looked at the small rippled and few bubbles she left behind.

She poked her head up just enough above the water to breath out her nose. Again, she looked at the rock to see nothing was there, but the bushes by the rock were swaying slightly. He'd run off.

"Uh…Lovina? You ok?" Kiku asked sheepishly. People often freaked the young girl out.

"Y-Yeah…But er…Feli? Can we head home? I don't feel well."

"Eh? Lovi, what's wrong? You feel sick?" Feli waded over and pulled her sister into a hug. Lovina sighed loudly

"Yes. I'm sick of today. Let's go home."

That night, Lovina laid out on her bed on her belly and wrote in a leather journal. It was a reddish pink color, because she loved the color red. When she and Feli had gotten home, and their mother heard about Lovina not feeling well, she sent her straight to bed and made her some nice soup. Their mother was the kindest and most loving woman ever. Well, their biased opinion.

She wrote about each day in that journal. Mostly, she complained about things and then read over then later. Tonight, she wrote about the trip to the market, the interesting things she witnessed, the free bread, the walk home, her mother and her stupid sister…That boy.

She paused and looked at what she wrote in horror. She'd only been half paying attention to what she'd been writing, and apparently just wrote everything she thought.

'That boy was interesting. I swear, I've seen him before! Really, I think I have. He's such a stupid bastard, but yet I don't think I could've brought myself to spray him with my mace. Really…It nearly kills* me how he was so calm and nice to me! He had the balls to be happy and smile that stupid smile when I was being made a fool of. Che palle… (She'd heard her mother use that a lot growing up, and she used it from time to time.) If I ever see him again, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind, and most of my fist in his face.'

She read over it again and again. She'd really written that? Really? She sighed, and closed the book then put it away. Leaning over to put it on her bedside table, she then flipped over and stared at the ceiling. Today was in fact, not the last time she would see him. Not by a long shot. However, it would just become more frustrating as it went along.


A/N; Did you like it? I hope you did. Yes, Romano, Feli and Kiku are teenage girls! Woo! Romano and Feli's mom is Romona (She represents Grampa Roma, but not grandparent and not a guy! :D)

I'm gonna leave it to you guys on who Antonio really is, and what will happen to him in the next chapter! Oooooo~ But really, it's not that hard to guess. Also, Elizabeta will be making more appearances in the story, as well as her lovely tightwad husband, Roderich!

Oh, Don't forget to Review/Comment/Like...Whatever, just do one of them so I know someone read's it!

Adios~

-Moose