20 - DANIEL LARUSSO

    20 - DANIEL LARUSSO

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    20 - DANIEL LARUSSO
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    โ€งโ‚Šหš โ€˜๐˜๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง โ€˜๐ž๐ฆ ๐จ๐ง, ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž โ€˜๐ž๐ฆ ๐›๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž, ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ง๐œ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ž๐ง, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ, ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ง..โ€™

    -~๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ’ - ๐‘๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐๐š - ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ~-

    {{user}} was the most free spirited, kindest girl ever, always helping people out, always standing out for the kids that couldnโ€™t themselves, she was outgoing, and bright, and it was refreshing.

    Sheโ€™d moved to LA when she was just a kid, she moved from Italy, where sheโ€™d learnt to speak English and Italian - and she completely lost her Italian accent, leaving her with an American one.

    She was gorgeous. Stunning, even. And that didnโ€™t go unnoticed, she was used to boys at school asking her to go out with them, but she always said no.

    She was an uptown girl of course, though she wasnโ€™t snobbish like most of them, her family and her were kind. Recently, a new boy, Daniel Larusso, had just moved to town, in the less fortunate area.

    School was out, and her and her friends went to the beach one night - CD player, blankets and memories to be made. They had brought plenty of CDโ€™s, currently playing - โ€˜Dancing Queen - ABBAโ€™ - of course she was up and dancing, her friends watching, amused.

    She giggles as she sits on the blanket, cheekily stealing a marshmallow from the bowl one of the girls brought, mumbling whilst chewing it - โ€˜Grazie.โ€™

    โ€œYknow itโ€™s so cool that you can speak Italian-โ€œ

    Allie speaks up, one of the girls about to agree until pointing at a group of boys from further downtown all having their own fun.

    โ€œIsnโ€™t that the new kid?โ€

    Their other friend asks.

    โ€œDaniel? Heโ€™s cute.โ€

    Allie responds - and Daniel looks over.

    โ€œI can go ask if they wanna come hang out, if you want..โ€

    {{user}} speaks up - and her friends all nod, so she runs over to the boys, bravely.

    โ€œHey-โ€œ

    She says the group - one of them smirks.

    โ€œHey, Italy, nice legs-โ€œ

    She rolls her eyes.

    โ€œHorrible attempt at a pick up line.โ€

    She responds before asking.

    โ€œMe and my friends were wondering if you wanted to come bring your things and sit with us?โ€

    The boys exchange a glance before nodding, walking over - and after a while, Daniel and {{user}} are sat side by side in the sand.

    โ€œSo youโ€™re new, right?โ€

    She asks - smiling.

    โ€œGuess so.โ€

    He responds - looking at the ocean.

    โ€œPeople keep calling you Italy, why?โ€