*Pokes head around corner*(not to portray Éponine in A Heeeeeaaaaart fuuuull of loooove. Was she behind a corner in that song or did I imagine that? Point is, je suis trés, trés desolee pour er ne updating pas. Yeah, my French isn't very good. So, onwards we ride with the story, which is basically, so far, just copying the original storyline but in modern times. (In case you hadn't read the first however many chapters I've already written. I don't keep track of these things.) Man, I talk a lot. Sorry for that. Xxxxxxxxx
Still in Lisa's P.O.V
I woke up this morning and realised that Leo was gone. He wasn't in his bed, I presumed he was downstairs so I got ready and went down to greet him, only to realise he wasn't there. I went to get breakfast and then went outside, into the back, to get some art things. And guess who I found! Leo, Lorenzo and Mac. Gosh, Leo's dreamy! No Lisa! No crushes, you're an artist and that's all, you can't afford slip ups and a boyfriend will sure as hell cause them. Not that he'd ever be your boyfriend. He's probably into those girly girls who would scream if they broke a nail. Not that he's superficial, it's just. Oh, he'd never like me, anyway.
As he saw me he said, "Ah Lis- ah Tom," correcting himself, mid sentence. Anyone could be listening. Not that I don't trust the others, it's just... well, I wouldn't have liked me if I'd have put myself in the situation that I put Leo in. I don't know why he still talks to me. He was holding some spectacles.
"I found these in the catacombs." That's where he'd been. "You didn't notice anyone wearing them, did you?" His voice was all serious and man, he's gorgeous. No brain, no!
As for his question, I just replied with the truth, "I couldn't see anyone's faces." I shook my head as I spoke. I must have sounded like I was lying; I never seemed to get them anywhere when they were in asking me questions about getting this notebook back.
"Your hair's showing." Mac gently tugged on a curl of my hair that was seeping from underneath my hat. I tucked it back furiously whilst telling the boys how I'd meant to cut it. Leo pulled out some scissors from behind him and passed them to Mac, who passed them to me. He offered to 'keep watch', but I just said that I'd do it later. Of course I didn't want to cut my hair, it was one of the only things that resembled my actual gender.
The boys then got back to the subject of: the mysterious specs. "Can you trace the owner?" Leo asked Mac. "Yeah, sure. There's only like 50 places that sell specs in Florence, shouldn't be too hard." I'm not sure if that was sarcasm or if he was serious, but in the entire day that I've known Mac, I'd say he was probably serious. Honestly, he's like some spy. Actually, I find it quite weird that everyone calls him 'Mac' when his name is actually Niccolò. Why not Nick? What's wrong with Nick? Nick's a cool name.
Oh gosh, Leo's playing with his hair. Why is he so gorgeous? Just twirling his hair near his right ear! Just then, Verrochio came outside and accused us of being lazy, as if. He told Mac to get lost, or his exact words, 'buzz off'. He then saw that Lorenzo was there and apologised, of course, Lorenzo being the son of the richest man in Florence earned him a slight famous status. Okay, a status that got Verrochio's respect. Why does Lorenzo actually hang out with us, though? I mean he's rich and can probably buy his friends... wait, I wonder if he pays Leo and Mac. Noooooo, Leo wouldn't be bribed into being some one's friend; he's not that kind of person.
Verrochio then asked to borrow his apprentices, (Oooooh I'm an apprentice!) As we were going inside Verrochio commanded us our duties, "Leonardo, canvas. You boy [me], a chance to prove yourself." Me and Leo looked at each other. My eyes wide with terror, and Leo's eyes filled with compassion, his eyebrows raised, mouthing 'you'll be okay.'
Verrochio showed me one of his sculptures, it was minuscule. "It's amazing!" I said.
"Grazi, but flattery will be no substitute for talent." He told me that I'd need to measure the mini sculpture and enlarge the measurement or something. I had no idea whatsoever. I can't sculpt. I can't do maths, I have dyscalculia. I could feel Leo's eyes on me as he sat at his canvas; I knew that he knew that I was struggling with all of this. About 20 minutes later I was still struggling, but I'd managed to carve something into the block of clay. Leo came over. "Tom, think about it. 3D." Then he said these things that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. I nodded, pretending I understood.
"Grazi." I said, not having any idea and still being extremely confused. Mac poked his head around the door. "It's okay, maestro's not here", Leo said.
Okay, not much but I'll try and update soon. Ciao my fellow Leonardians. Love you all! :D Xxxxx