she was your best friend since you moved to america from italy, since she spoke italian fluently, she was really the only one at hollywood arts who understood you.

she’d always use the sweetest nicknames on you and offer to braid your hair or do your nails. she was quite ditzy and clueless but had such a sweet soul.

you two were at a sleepover at her and her nonna’s place, laying down on her bed with your head in between her thighs while she was french braiding your hair.