CLUADIA!

CHAPTER THREE


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Author's note: This is a one shot, but I hope you like it! (The name will explain its self out, eventually.)

I could NOT believe that my parents said yes! I was in complete shock! I was going to a collage dance with a collage boy in three weeks! OH! All the sudden, I remember my little lie. Well, it was a pretty big lie. I told them her was 15! He's 19, for God's sakes! Shit! What did I do? I lied to my parents and said that I could stay in the mansion, and I never got permission from the family, I just invited myself to their house and- oh what am I going to do!

The first thing I should do is call Giorgio and tell him.

So I picked up the phone and dialed the number he gave me.

"Hello?" said a girl voice on the other end of the line.

I had been sitting there, waiting for someone to pick up the phone, and when someone finally did, it took me by surprise.

"Um, is Giorgio there?" I said, uncertainly.

"Yea, hold on," said the girl. She had a very grown up pretty voice and I started thinking that this was a major mistake. I considered just hanging up and forgetting about it. Maybe that was his girl was his girlfriend or something.

"Hello?" I heard a very sexy, manly voice and instantly knew that it was Giorgio.

"Hi, this is Claudia." I said.

"Oh! Hi, I was wandering if you were going to call, I missed you." OH! He was so sweet!

"Well, do you have a date for the dance?" I asked.

"No," he said slowly,"Can you come?"

"Maybe," I love flirting.

"Yes! I was hoping that you could go!" he exclaimed.

"Well, I did ask, and they said I could go, but I kinda lied to them." I just had to be honest with him.

"How?" he asked, sounding a little upset.

"I just told them that you're only 15, instead of nineteen. And they said yes, and I really want to go with you." I told him.

"I don't think it was right for you to lie to them," he said slowly.

"Please don't do this! Your trying to be an elder, when I want you to be my boyfriend-oops," I didn't mean to say it. I just did. Oh, was this embarrassing.

"Well, I didn't know you liked me THAT much!" he said, jokingly.

"Well, you're hard not to like," OH! Was this fun!

"Well, thanks," he said to me, sounding a little embarrassed.

"So, who was the girl who answered the phone, Giorgio?" I asked, playfully.

"Don't worry, that was my sister. She's very annoying, and I don't like her. She no threat to you." he answered.

"Okay, this I guess I should just shut up about you lying," he started,
"'cause I did the same thing. I told my friends that you were sixteen, not 13. And when they see you, they will believe me, you know you look about seventeen, don't you? You're really hot."

Wow, no one had every told me I was hot, before, and it felt really good. I wash he would tell me that more.

"Well, know your making me blush!" was all I could think of saying I was so flattered!

"Hey, would you send me a picture, I don't think I could live a whole three weeks with out seeing you."

Um, he was starting to sound drunk or something. In Maine, he was really shy and sweet, he never hit on me like he was now, and even though I liked how he was telling me I was hot and all, I didn't really seem like him.

"Okay, I'll send you a picture, but you have to send me a picture to," I told him.

Then I just skipped ahead, in a way, I don't know what got over me, I just said it.

"Have you had anything to drink tonight?"

"Yea, I've had a few, but I'm not drunk or anything." I didn't like that answer.

I just had to know. "How often do you drink?"

He answered, "Oh, depends. I had a hard day, but, hmm, maybe a few times a week."

"I'm not coming if your going to drink while I'm there," I said, very bluntly.

"Well, your very demanding," he sounded a little hurt.

"I know," I DON'T like drinking, and I was going to make sure he knew that.

"Okay," I was thinking he was getting my drift, but then he finished," I won't drink while your here, but don't be made if I ask you if I can, there's going to be a party after the dance."

"Is there going to be beer there?" I asked.

"Yes," I think he knew I meant bizness.

"I've got to go, bye," I said, rudely, and hung up the phone.

Author's note: I hope you like this story, I know I do! Please review! But remember the golden rule! If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all!