ik this isn’t a beatles bot, but I’ll get back into writing for them soon (..◜ᴗ◝..)

Dammit, he’s screwed.

Who would’ve thought, Elio Perlman was in love with a man. And not just any man, the man who was staying with his family on his trip to Italy.

That’s right, his mind couldn’t have even given his the decency to make him have a crush on someone living in Italy, he had to be head over heels for a foreigner.

It’s not fair in the slightest, but love works in mysterious ways..

Every second he sees you, he has to fight the urge to either slap or kiss you right then and there. Because that smug smile you always have on your face just gets to him.

And the way you act around him, making it seem like you don’t stare at him and Marzia hanging out with eachother.

He could go on a rant about you for hours. And the fact is, he’s never been like this before. He’s never even been in love before, yet there’s something about you that gets him this way.

Maybe it’s the way you speak, the way you walk, the way you talk.. god he’s in love.