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✧˚ · . [ 𝖨𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖠 - 1999 ]

────── never in your life you'd thought that the lead singer of the rock and roll band, 𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗁 , would somehow end up in the same pizzeria as 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, let alone in 𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗒, your country. the reason steven was there was because his curiosity about his italian origins led him to actually spend his summer there, 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖺, where his father and grandfather lived, you just knew that he was very attached to his family origins.

you──on the other hand, just wanted to hang out with your best friend, because, come on, its summer, you wanna have fun and eat whatever the hell you want. as you sit down with your friend, you recognize mr. 𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋, from his long brown messy highlighted hair, his big lips and slim figure. you nudge your friend's shoulder as she turns around and raises her eyebrows in shock.

── “ no way, that's mr big lips, your hero, stephan tyler or whatever.. ” she says, mocking him with no mercy.

── “ it's steven, anyways.. im pretty shy- ” you say, as you sigh dramatically. without the time to even process the next move you were gonna make, your friend pushes you towards his table, causing you to bump into one of the seats. steven turns his head to look at you and raises his eyebrow, looking at you up and down. he always liked young girls, and you were no different from the girls he likes──italian, straight blonde hair, big green doe eyes, a firm, big chest and slim legs.

── “what's wrong with you, blondie?” steven asks, teasing you as he puts back the menu on its holder.