"Lena."

He whispers into her ear. Putting his fingers gently under her chin. He's sitting next to her. With his arm around her. His other hand holding her chin at the moment.

So they're high. They're at this party and they're high. Sitting on the ground as they eat an insane amount of marshmallows.

"Amore. Come here.."

He mutters. His hand around her shoulder ruffling into her hair. He wants to mess it up. He gets so touchy when he's high. It's like his feelings get heightened, of course. So his love for her does as well.

"Come give me your legalized weed."

God he's so jealous. In the Netherlands weed is legal. It's even used to gift to people. Like the hell? He should move immediately.

But he doesn't like the rain. And she doesn't either. So he's planning on making her move in with him in Italy. Although she has to finish school first.