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Chapter 14: Do lei lo so Italiano?

I giggled with him, and found my new pair of Stella McCartney jeans, an All Saints tee and cardigan and one of my new pairs of Brian Atwood brown leather boots. I also grabbed a new brown leather purse to go with it, and was ready by the time Caleb stopped the car and walked to the back to let me out.

I slipped gracefully out of the baggage room of the black Mercedes, earning a few curious glances from bypassing New Yorkers. Caleb offered me his hand which I took, and he lead me towards a cute intimate little Italian restaurant.

Caleb let go of my hand and opened the door for me, I smiled at him and walked in. The inside had that rustic, antique look that still carried witness of greatness. I loved it.

-"Caleb! It's been a long time, no?" an elderly Italian looking woman said and gave Caleb a big hug. He chuckled and hugged her back, and I just stood behind him, watching the affectionate exchange.

-"Armando! Svegliati! Svegliati tu idiota!" she yelled in Italian, and an old Italian man emerged from what I presumed was the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes, but the second he saw Caleb, he suddenly wasn't sleepy anymore and gave Caleb a hug as well.

-"Caleb, it has been much too long!" he said with the same Italian accent as the woman. Caleb smiled at them and nodded, apologizing quickly and telling them that a lot had happened the last month. I was still standing, slightly hidden behind him, but after all the formalities were over with, the woman noticed me at once.

-"Caleb, who is this beautiful young lady, and where are your manners, boy! Aren't you going to introduce us? "

Caleb chuckled and brought me out in front of him.

-"Nana, this is Amelia, Amelia this is my grandmother Gianna," he said and I shook hands with her.

-"It's a pleasure to meet you," I said and smiled at her. She smiled warmly back and returned the gesture.

After he introduced me to Armando, a young man in his mid-twenties appeared in the kitchen doorway. He rubbed the back of his head sleepily and sipped of his coffee. He was standing there in a red T and jeans, the red of his shirt just emphasising his defined muscles and Italian heritage.

-"Hello Caleb, where've you been?" the young man asked the younger man and took another sip of his drink.

-"Oh you now, round and about," Caleb responded and they both chuckled. Once again I happened to stand so I was hidden from the view of the newcomer, but Caleb, once again pulled me in front of him, introducing me to the man.

-"Amelia, this is my cousin Alessandro," Caleb said warmly to me, holding his hands lightly on my upper arms. I shook hands with Caleb's cousin and smiled politely at him, telling him it was nice to meet him.

-"Oh no, the pleasure is all mine," Alessandro replied and kissed my hand and winked playfully at me. Since I was standing with my back leaning to his chest, I could feel a slight displeased growl erupting from Caleb. I seemed to be the only one who noticed, but Alessandro released my hand quickly and took a step back. Armando and Gianna snickered from behind us, and Alessandro quickly excused himself to the kitchen.

Once again my stomach growled and this did not go unnoticed by nana Gianna.

-"Caleb! You must have forgotten your manners, you haven't even fed the poor girl!" she said sternly at him, and she led me towards one of the tables. Caleb quickly followed and seated himself opposite me and his grandmother smiled at us.

She had grey hair and was wearing an apron over a scarlet button-up dress that went below her knees. She had brown glittering eyes, shining with love, compassion, knowledge and experience. Gianna seemed like a beautiful person and that was only my first impression of her.

-"Mi bello, what would you like to eat? Nana's secret spaghetti?" Gianna asked and winked at Caleb. He chuckled and looked at me.

-"What do you think Amelia? Up for some spaghetti?"

-"Yes, that would be great," I answered and smiled.

Gianna smiled at us and went to the kitchen to cook our meal. I looked at my new Bvlgari watch and to my surprise it read 7:45pm.

-"Your family seems really nice, Caleb," I said warmly and smiled at him.

-"Yeah, they are. My parents live in Washington though, and the only reason they allowed me to go to Xavier's was because a set of my grandparents lived here," he replied in the same tone I had.

-"Is Alessandro your brother or something?"

-"No no no, he's my cousin. My uncle, my mother's brother, and aunt were killed when Alessandro was younger and my parents took him in, so we are like brothers. He used to go to Xavier's too, but when he turned 19 he left and moved into the city. Or more precisely, the guestroom here," Caleb told me and chuckled.

-"Yeah, you don't look like each other that much. He looks more Italian then you do," I replied and smiled at him. He nodded and smiled back at me.

-"You know, I just met you, but it feels like I've known you for years," I commented.

-"I know! That's how I feel too. It just comes natural to be with you, there's no guard I have to keep up. I feel like I can be myself around you, you know?" he said and looked somewhat relieved for a reason unknown to me.

-"Yeah, I know," I answered and smiled at him.

After a few minutes of very comfortable silence where we just looked into each others eyes; trying to figure the other ones thoughts out, Gianna came out of the kitchen with a big bowl of spaghetti and two sets of forks and spoons.

-"Do lei lo so Italiano?" Gianna asked Caleb with a curious voice.

-"No nana," he replied and shook his head.

-"Lei be attraente Caleb," Gianna smiled and put the food down on our table.

-"Io sapere, nana," Caleb said and looked at me, smiling.

-"Now, here is your spaghetti. Made from secret family recipe," she said and winked at me. I smiled back at her and thanked her for it.

-"No no, do not mention it, stellina," Gianna said and walked back into the kitchen, dragging Armando with her.

-"What was all that Italian, Caleb?" I asked curiously as we started to eat.

-"It was nothing, she just asked me a few things," he smiled so innocently that I didn't pester him anymore about the subject.

-"This is really good! Your grandmother is an amazing chef!" I told him as we ate the spaghetti.

-"Yeah, I agree," Caleb said and put another bite in his mouth.

The table we'd been seated in was in the right corner of the room, giving us a view of the dark street outside. All the tables had a red and white checked tablecloth and a candle on it; the only difference between ours and the others where that our candle was lit. The whole restaurant was dimly lit, giving it a very cosy and romantic atmosphere.

-"How come it's so empty? Shouldn't it be stocked full on a Saturday night?" I asked him curiously.

-"It usually is, but Alessandro's birthday was today so they decided to keep it closed. He celebrated last night and he's got a 'bit'of a hangover, to say the least," Caleb answered and chuckled. I giggled with him, and took a mouthful of the water Armando had given us earlier.

We joked and talked all night, until we heard a loud bang and a muffled scream from the kitchen. I jumped two feet in the air from the fright it gave me, and Caleb put a hand over my mouth to silence me.

My eyes widened with fear as he got up and started to slowly walk towards where the sound came from. It took me five seconds to get my act together and quickly and silently walked up behind him.

We heard more shuffling and banging and I could feel Caleb tense up. It was like there was some kind of electric charge between us; that told me how he felt. He must've noticed how scared I was, and grabbed my hand, squeezing it reassuringly, before he let it go and stormed into the kitchen. He yelled at someone, but the adrenaline; the fear running through my veins hindered me from comprehending what he said.

But then the sharp distinct sound I'd heard a one time too many, broke through my fear. Someone just fired a gun. The memory of watching my best friend's life drain out of her woke up the anger and sorrow in me, and I snapped.

I drew energy from every source I could, I felt the heat gather in my fingertips and I took a deep breath and walked slowly into the kitchen.

Yeah, I know Italian...Impressive, right?

Nah, I'm just kidding, I know next to nothing. I know Norwegian, English, some Spanish and some French, but no Italian. Therefore, please excuse me if I did any major mistakes and such, it wasn't ment to offence a language I really want to learn. And for all of you out there that know just as much Italian as I do, here are some translations:

Svegliati, tu idiota = Wake up, you idiot

Do lei lo so Italiano?= Does she know Italian?

No nana = No grandma

Lei be attraente Caleb = She is attractive Caleb

Io sapere, nana = I know grandma

Stellina = Little star (an endearing nickname)