A/N: I'm back! And with another chapter, too! Look how lucky you are. I think you all should go and play slots or something because you're damn lucky. Totally joking, promise. Anyway, to the actual story. I kind of like this chapter; it isn't my favorite. It went up in cool points with me because it had Italian in it. Does that help? Yeah, whether it does help or not, please enjoy.
Bianca's POV
"Torres?" You shout questioningly into the silent house, unsure of where everyone is.
"You know that is all of us, right?" came the snarky reply from the boy you were looking for.
"And you know you're lucky you're in that sling or I'd hit you, smart ass." You toss back playfully, knowing he's used to your witty banter after a week of spending most of your time with him.
"Yeah, yeah. You're just like a Chihuahua; all bark, no bite." He replies coolly.
"I hope you also know you're the only one to ever get away calling me some sort of dog. Normally it's the female kind, so I'll let this one slide. You're still an ass, though." You inform him, as if he doesn't know already. He smiles at you like he hasn't seen you in a month, when you've been over at his house for the majority of the day every day for the past week since he was dismissed from the hospital. You'll never understand why, but you accept it as normal now, at least.
"I know, of course. I have been hanging out with you all week, so…" He trails off.
"Go ahead and finish that sentence, Adam. I dare you." You challenge, giving him your signature glare.
"Maybe you're contagious." He finishes.
"You're dead." You deadpan before lunging over the back of the couch to beat the snot out of him.
"Ah, ah, ah!" He yells out tauntingly before you reach him, effectively stopping you dead in your tracks. Which conveniently places you halfway over the couch, ass in the air, silently fuming. "I'm a wounded soldier, remember?" He reminds you smugly. You sigh loudly, not bothering to move just yet.
"You, my friend, are going to die when you're healed. You best get your shit packed and move to the U.S." You warn him with a huff. He proceeds to slap your unguarded ass in reply. "What the hell, Torres!" You shout in his face. "I don't care if you're hurt, I'm kicking your ass." The next thing you know, he's up from the couch and running towards the sliding door to his yard. You take a tumble over the front of the couch and curse again. Once you're steady on your feet, you're after him in a flash.
"TORRES!" You scream out into the empty yard. "Are you that afraid of me?" You taunt him, attempting to draw him from his hiding place. "Ha! Just as I thought. You're such a sissy! I'm only a girl!" You yell into the silence, and you think he really bolted, that is until you hear a twig break behind you.
"Arrrrghhh!" Was his battle cry as he charges and the next thing you know you're on the ground and he's yelling the battle cry again, but this time in pain.
"Damnit, Adam!" You slap him on the thigh before taking his arm gingerly in your hands. "Why did you do that, dumbass?" You ask him seriously.
"You challenged my manhood. I had to take you down." He says simply, but you see the laughter in his eyes.
"Well you need to think about your manhood the next time you slap a girl's ass without her permission, or you won't have one much longer." You explain, wagging a finger at him.
"Ugh, will you stop with that? I feel like you're my mom when you do it." He said grimacing.
"Now, Adam, go up to your room and think about what you've done!" You order him impersonating his mother, hip hold, wagging finger, voice and everything. He busts out laughing.
"Stop, please! You're going to kill me!" He says between bouts of giggles.
"Come on, perv, let's get you inside before you hurt yourself. More." You tell him, getting up and dusting yourself off before offering a hand to the boy who's still rolling on the ground laughing his head off. "UP! Before I lock you out here!" You command. He shoots up at once, despite his injury. What was that about?
"Uh… I.. yes, ma'am!" He stutters out and you raise your classic eyebrow at him. He removes his beanie, bows, and waves you in the direction of a house. 'Ever the gentleman,' you think with an eye roll.
You both make your way back to the couch and sink low into the comfortable cushions. After a minute of easy silence, he stands and walks up to the entertainment center. You see him getting out X-box controllers and you jump into action.
"Oh, no, no, no. What do you think you're doing?" You ask him, reaching for the controllers.
"Bianca! Let me play!" He protests.
"No! Doc said no playing until you're out of the sling. That's only two more days, Adam. You'll live; I promise." You say, trying to appease him.
"Please?" He begs softly, starting to pout. 'Ugh, damn his pout!' you inwardly scream.
"No." You refuse him steadily.
"You know it's working." He comments, still pouting, those oceans staring back at you with intense depth. 'Two can play at this game.' You begin to pout back, knowing yours has gotten you many a thing in your life.
"Damnit, Bianca!" He yells angrily, breaking his pout. You just smile sweetly and hold your hand out for the controllers. He's mumbling under his breath when he hands them to you.
"What was that?" You ask as you wrap the cords back around them and put them away.
"Oh, nothing." He says innocently, batting his long eyelashes at you. You swear you forget he's in a girl's body sometimes.
"Mhmm. Why don't you come say it to my face?" You challenge, knowing he never backs down; something to do with him compensating or some shit. He looks like he's debating whether or not to do it and after a minute you turn away with a "that's what I thought" thrown over your shoulder at him. Suddenly, though, he's behind you and spinning you around. His face is only inches from yours. He stares at you for a second, watching you flounder in the oceans of his eyes before he speaks.
"I said, 'you're too sexy when you do that.'" And he's completely smug now, seeing your reaction, which is to back up a foot or two. After a couple of seconds, you recover enough to waggle your eyebrows at him playfully.
"Well, if I didn't know any better, and I do, then I'd think you're trying to flirt with me, Adam Torres." You comment and then laugh as a hint of a blush reaches his cheeks.
"Never, ma'am. I respect you women too much for any of this flirting business." He says, back to his adorable southern gentleman accent.
"Yeah, yeah." You mumble softly as the two of you fall back onto the couch and settle on some nice platonic sitcom for entertainment, rather than each other.
Adam's POV
"So, am I free or what, Doc?" You ask swiftly, ready to be out of the sling and the doctor's office.
"Yes, you can go home without the sling." He chuckles a little. "But, no roughhousing or I'll put you right back in it. Be careful with that cast, now, Adam." He says seriously, pointing a finger at you. Stealing a glance toward your brother and Bianca seated in the corner, you look back at the doctor and nod your head.
"I will, sir."
"Good; you're free to go." He says, ushering all of you out the door. You sigh a little as you leave the building. Doctors were never your favorite.
"So, how's it feel to be a free man?" Drew asks, clapping you on the back.
"Great! I can finally play video games again!" You say brightly.
"Boys." You hear Bianca mumble under her breath.
"What?" You and your brother both protest in unison. She just rolls her eyes.
Once you're all safely back at the Torres residence, the first thing you do is turn on the X-Box. Your brother goes up to his room to prepare for football practice and Bianca settles down to your left at the other end of the couch. You honestly didn't expect her to watch, especially since her arms are crossed and she huffs a little when she sees the Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood logo come up on screen.
"You know, my mom may have asked you to take care of me, but we're just playing video games. You can go home if you want." You tell her, looking her in the eyes. She stares back and crosses her legs in almost a defiant gesture.
"I don't want to go home." She states simply. You hang your head forward, attempting to pull more from her. She sighs and rolls her eyes. "I like it here better, okay?" She says looking away from you.
"Oh." You whisper, surprised. "You're welcome anytime, except spending the night, I think. Mom would have a cow, well multiple cows." You tell her and she smiles at the last part.
"Thanks, Adam." She says a little reluctantly. "You can play your game. I'm fine watching." She tells you, pointing at the screen you seem so eager to get to. You laugh and nod your head before turning your head towards the T.V. and engrossing yourself in Ezio.
After a while, you can sense Bianca getting a little restless at your side. Not a minute later she announces that she's going to get snacks.
"Va bene." You say in reply and she stops in her tracks.
"What was that?" She asks.
"You think I play the game just for the killing, don't you? It's got more benefits than that, bella donna." You explain. She raises an eyebrow, but doesn't question you any further before walking into the kitchen. You return to the game and hear popcorn popping in the background. Soon enough, she returns with a huge bowl of popcorn and two glasses of some dark soda that you assume is Pepsi.
"Thanks." You say, breaking the silence and pausing the game to take a sip; it's Pepsi, for sure.
"What did you say?" She asks quickly. You look at her confused. "Before." It took a second, but then it dawned on you.
"Oh! It's Italian. 'Va bene' means very good and 'bella donna' means beautiful lady." You explain, slightly blushing at that last part.
"Hmm. That's new, Torres. I didn't know you knew Italian." She says thoughtfully.
"That's what I meant when I said that I don't play the game just for the violence. It teaches me Italian. Or have you not realized that?" You ask, wondering what she's been spaced out on this whole time if she hasn't been paying attention to your gameplay.
"Oh, no, I don't hear what they say. I just watch them move." She tells you easily.
"But, don't you speak Spanish? Italian is close enough to understand most of the time." You ask curiously.
"Yeah, I do. I'm not listening, though, remember?" She asks, probably wondering if you heard her or not.
"I remember. I meant about what I said. Those phrases should have been close enough for you to understand."
"Oh. No, I didn't catch those." She says quietly, looking away.
"Wait a minute!" You exclaim as it dawns on you. You only wanted me to say them again in English, didn't you? Specifically the last one. Am I right?" You persist.
"I plead the fifth." She says, popping a whole handful of popcorn into her mouth so she couldn't speak.
"No, no. You're not getting out of this one. You wanted me to tell you you're beautiful. Tell me I'm wrong." You challenge and don't know why you keep pushing, but you do. She swallows and opens her mouth before she picks up another handful of popcorn, but proceeds to launch it at you instead of in her mouth.
"Why you little…" You begin, but she's already running. You grab a handful yourself before tearing after her. Catching up with her isn't a problem since you know your house so much better than her. When you do catch her, you pull her back by her shoulder and stuff the popcorn down her low cut top. Her mouth flies open in horror and she turns around and stalks you, like a freaking panther or something.
"Woah, tiger. Chill out; it was pay back! Down, kitty." You say jokingly, reaching out your hand in a calming gesture, as you would with a feral cat. Surprisingly she doesn't lunge at you like you're expecting. Instead, she drops to the floor laughing.
"The hell?" You question in a whisper, but her laugh is so contagious that you end up on the floor with her, holding your aching side.
"You are one funny guy, Torres." She says, standing. "Now, I'm going to go fish the pieces of popcorn out of my bra." Emphasizing the end for dramatic effect.
"I could help?" You offer hopefully, standing along with her. She pokes your shoulder, getting within a few inches of your face.
"Don't push your luck." She cautions before spinning on her heel towards the bathroom. And you're left with your jaw open, watching her walk gracefully away. You shake your head to snap out of it and then make your way back to Ezio, who makes a hell of a lot more sense than Bianca.
A/N: My favorite line so far is that last one. For some reason it makes me laugh my ass off. I mean, it's totally something Adam would think or say to Eli. Speaking of, do you all think I should bring he and Clare in for the summer? I planned on it, but I just want to know what you all think, since you kind of supply my life force and such. I really need reviews or I might die of 'Writersblockemia.' You may have heard of it. To save me from such a horrible fate, please, donate a few words.