Putting on a fake smile, you knocked at the door of your best friend’s door, and waited.
Your name was (First Name) (Middle Initial) (Last Name), and you were (your age). You had (eye colour) eyes, (hair colour) hair, and you lived in (city name) which was located in (country name).
To everyone you met, you were the happiest girl ever, but really you were never happy. Whenever you were alone, your smile disappeared, and you would spend most of your time crying. It’s not that you disliked your life, in actual fact you had once had a very good life. Once. But that changed just after your started high school.
Your parents, (Mums name), and (Father Name) had been in a car accident. It hadn’t been their fault, the man in the other car had been drunk, and had crashed into the side of your parent’s car, driving it off the road, and into a tree.
They had been on their way to pick you up, from your first day at high school, when they had crashed. After that, you were a mess for a while. But you kept a smile on your face around others, and never told anyone about the accident. So far as anyone is concerned your parents are traveling.
But after everyone in your school was told that you parents were traveling, you had started getting picked on. Although, you acted as if it didn’t hurt, but it really did. Their words damaged you a great deal.
No one knew you were being bullied as the bullies sent you letters, notes in class, and they would whisper there insults in your ear when they past you, so no one noticed it.
When the door opened, you saw Lovino Vargas, Feliciano’s brother standing there.
“Ciao Lovino, is Feliciano here?” You asked.
“He is up stairs ragazza.” Lovino muttered, and let you inside.
“Grazie.” You said, and pushed your hands into your jean pockets, and made your way upstairs.
Stopping outside Feliciano’s door, you knocked, and yet again waited.
The door flew open, making your (skin colour) hands fly up to protect your face, and you fell onto your knees.
Almost every day, you were being slammed into doors by (Bullies name) or having doors slammed into you, so naturally you became scared when people threw doors open in front of you.
“Ve~ (First Name), you okay?” Feliciano asked, and you could hear the worry in his voice.
Feeling tears prick at the edge of your (eye colour) eyes, you shook your head, and Feliciano hugged you tightly. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you started to cry into the Italian chest.
“(First Name), belle what’s wrong?” Feliciano asked.
You couldn’t take the pressure or stress any longer, and you started to blurt out everything. From your parents death, to the bulling, to the depression.
“(F-First N-Name)…” Feliciano said, and tightened the hug. “Why didn’t you-a tell me sooner?”
“I-I was scared…” You sniffled, and looked up at him.
“Well-a belle, you don’t have to be scared anymore.” Feliciano said, and broke the hug.
“F-Feli?” You asked.
“What is it belle?” Feliciano asked.
“T-Ti amo…” You said, a blush spreading across your (skin colour) cheeks.
Smashing your lips onto Feliciano’s you put your arms around Feliciano’s neck. Feliciano put his arms around your waist, only to pull away from the kiss a few moments later, and he put his forehead to yours.
“Ti amo belle.” Feliciano replied, with a grin.
Things were now better for you at school. You were no longer putting on a fake smile, instead you smiled a real smile. Ludwig, Arthur, and Ivan three of your best friends had dealt with the bullies, and things couldn’t be better between you, and Feliciano.