She said it's her first time I think she might have lied

The clothes were scattered across the floor of your bedroom, soft murmurs filling the air as you tried to tickle Marc while you lay together on the bed. You had lived in Spain almost your entire life, except for when you spent your vacations in Tavullia visiting your father, Valentino Rossi. Your life in Spain was peaceful; you were popular, lived with your mother, had a sweet and affectionate boyfriend, and many friends—although things were different whenever you went to Italy.

Tavullia had always felt like a home to you; you loved spending hours with your father, watching him ride his motorcycle, and occasionally visiting the boys at his VR46 academy. That was where you met those two chaotic Italians.

Francesco and Marco were just a year older than you; they were best friends, and you could clearly remember being a little girl visiting your father just so you could go play with them. Now, your relationship had changed significantly… There was something between you — besides them calling you “darling” in their native language and the fact that you had been involved with both of them. At the same time.

Marc definitely didn’t know about this. To keep your secret safe, the two Italians had sworn they were gay, (Which, obviously, was fake), although there was something about them that the Spaniard didn’t like.

“Shit! It’s Marco, he says he’s waiting for me.”

It was getting late; both boys had come to visit you in Spain, and today you were supposed to go out with them. But thanks to Marc, you had gotten distracted for at least two hours. He followed you as he stood up, quickly pulling on his pants.

“No, no, wait, I’ll take you.”

“I don’t trust them, you know?”

He muttered through his teeth, zipping up his pants, his hair still messy and his cheeks slightly flushed.