"Surprise?" But what if he makes something she won't like? His lips jutted out into a pout. Looking down at their hands, he gave a small squeeze. "Okay….Okay!" Lifting her hand up, he kissed the back of it then let go.
Running over to the record player, he picked up an 70s Italian pop disc and placed it down. Lowering the tonearm, he watched the needle go before the music started to play. Then he turned around to stroll over to the kitchen. "Benvenuto nella mia casa, mia Farfallina," He beamed. "I think we have some breadsticks so maybe I'll make caponata to go with it….I am not good at surprises, I always get excited and ruin them."
Frenchie laughed at his antics, shaking her head softly. "Literally make me anything. Something simple, something complex. Something you love, Something you despise. I don't really care. I'm an athlete, I'll eat anything that isn't nailed to the ground. At least, that's what my mother says."
She wandered into the kitchen after him, humming along to the record as she bounced with the beat. "And you could never ruin a surprise for me. Seeing you excited is so cute."
(Speaking of which, her birthday is in July. Do I smell a surprise birthday party/special date?)
(Omg yes! Well….maybe ;) Lmao, but she should tell him that her birthday is coming up)
Adone was about to open a cabinet for something, but he stopped as he threw his head back in laughter. "You know, if you say things like that around my mother, she would be the happiest person in whole wide world," He laughed. "You are lucky it's just her boy that's head over heels for you. Did I use that expression correctly? I always hear it in movies and such."
He went back to pulling things out from shelves, drawers, cabinets, and the fridge. Adone even took his mother's apron, which is too small for him, and put it on. Looking over at Frenchie, his eyes squinted in a playful way. He motioned to his face, "Don't let this deceive you, my Farfallina. This face has ruined a few surprises, and probably will ruin more." He laughed again as he went back to preparing and cooking. "I get waaay too excited. I'll probably be like this when I'm old."
Frenchie just shrugged, hopping up onto the counter next to Adone. "If that's the case, I can't wait to see what happens when my birthday rolls around. It's at the end of July." She hummed, watching him with fascination. It was one thing to watch her mother cook or even herself. It was completely another to watch someone like Adone cook for her.
She swung her legs as she sat and watched, mesmerized by everything. Some would call her easily entertained, Frenchie included. She considered it a fixation on those she cared about. She believed there was a difference.
Adone changed his mind with what he would be making. It takes a long time to make capoanta, so he put certain items away and went to preparing flatbread pizza and pasta puttanesca. Both which take half the time it would to make capoanata. Frenchie said to surprise her, so technically he is doing as she asked.
"It's the end of July?" He repeated; he will have enough time to plan something and, hopefully, calm hks excitement. "Ahh I don't know….We'll have to wait and see." Carefully he set the dried pasta into the pot. He leaned a bit to look at the temperature of the stove to make sure it was right. As if a light bulb went off, he turned to look at Frenchie. "Huh, you are like….eight months older me. I remember your aunt saying something about that a while ago. Ah I will surprise you with something….Wait, did I ruin it already?"
Frenchie raised an eyebrow at him. "Eight months? Wow, now I feel old. When's your birthday?" She didn't know she was older than him. Then again, a lot of people assumed she was younger than she really was because of her stature. Not that she cared, she could still kick them into next week.
"And don't worry, I'm sure I'll have forgotten that you're planning something by the time my birthday rolls around. And even I don't, I won't know what you're planning so it'll still be a surprise."
He stirred the spaghetti around then sat the stirrer on the mat. "Eighth of November" He responded. "I will turn nineteen this year, but they moved me up a grade cause I am a bit smart." Adone chuckled as he moved to prepare the flatbread pizza. His head lightly swayed as he hummed along with the music playing. "You're not that older than me. I am surprised I remember your aunt telling me all these things."
His lips scrunched together. What should he do for her birthday? He loves planning things, it's oddly a fun thing for him. Of course, he will have to do it on his own and not make it obvious. "You will love it, I am sure. I will make sure it is a birthday that you won't forget too."
(I thought it was November? It's November 4th on his character sheet)
"Woo, nineteen." She cheered with a laugh. "Now I'm excited. I know you'll do something wonderful. Granted that you don't show me everything interesting out here first. Or you can just take me to Paris. That'd be so pretty."
Frenchie sighed dreamily as she thought of such a place. The city of lights, the city of love. The idea of being in such a place for her birthday seemed like such a dream.
(Oh dang, I forgot, thanks for mentioning it. Lmao my bad, I fixed it)
"I will show you what I can here," He promised. Adone started to put tomato sauce on the flatbread. "Paris? I do know French….Would your aunt and uncle allow it? If that's the surprise, then I need to know if I have their permission, although it wouldn't be hard to take you there."
He went on to put more toppings on the pizza then placed the tray into the oven. His attention did go to the pasta, though it just seemed like it needed time to boil. Adone sighed himself, watching as Frenchie stared off, probably imagining about being in Paris. "Oh, I probably shouldn't say anything. It would ruin the surprise after all."
(It's no trouble! Although you said he was turning 18. I thought he already was? I thought they were both turning 19? I'm sorry, I'm a real stickler for details)
Frenchie just laughed. "If you're going to make a surprise plan for someone's birthday, you don't ask the questions with them around. You're so cute, my Adonis." She knew he was just excited but it was absolutely adorable to her.
She couldn't help but imagine an evening in a Paris with him. What it would look like, what they would do. Maybe she was seeing things through rose tinted glasses but it was so perfect in her mind.
(No it's all good. Let's just say that he's 18 and they're both turning 19. Again, I am sorry for confusion. I am one for details too. It's just sometimes I forget or get confused, you know?)
Right, don't ask questions around the person the surprise is for. Adone tapped the side of his leg to help him make note of that. His little notepad might be somewhere lying around. He shook his head to himself then turned back to focusing on cooking.
He stopped and felt his hand on his chest. My Adonis. He is someone's Adonis. Frenchie's Adonis nonetheless! "Well, I guess I won't ask questions when you are around. But if I do happen to ask questions about if you want to see the Eiffel Tower or the Notre Dame, don't think of anything. Definitely not about a birthday surprise…."
"No, most definitely not." She giggled with a roll of her eyes. "Even if the answer to both would be yes." Frenchie loved watching his reactions, seeing how much she affected him just as he affected her. It was adorable, she'd never get enough.
She just swung her feet, watching him cook with a fascination. "If only my mom could be here to watch this. Oh she'd be in love. She adores Italian cooking. Not as much ad Irish but that's just because she herself is Irish. She'd love you more than I do."
Adone laughed softly. He winked at her then went back to focusing on the food. The water started to boil. He changed the temperature for the stove then used to stirrer to make sure the pasta is down in the water. "Those questions may not be related to a special someone's birthday, but I will remember that. I'll will totally not write it down on my little notepad."
"I wish I could cook for her, you know. It would be nice to meet her and your dad too. I'd cook for everybody," He mused. "But I don't think nobody could love me like you, Frenchie. Nobody would set a football bet with me to get gelato or ask me to only look at then while dancing after kicking me in the shin or they don't like having shoes on."
He stopped for a second then stepped away from the stove. "Ah, I should learn to make some Irish dishes too…."
"A bet on which you forfeited, which I'm still mad about. And to be fair, you deserved being kicked in the shin." She reminded with a shrug. "I come from a family where everyone loves very hard. I guess I get my aggressive nature from my mom. Still love her though."
She watched him step back with a smile. "I could teach you, ya know. I do know how to cook. Mom's a chef so she's been teaching me how since I was old enough to hold a skillet. Much to my dad's dismay since he was always worried I'd chop a finger off. Which I nearly did once."
He shook his head then went to turn the stove heat off. "No, my Farfallina. You won fair and square and now….I get to take you out for gelato. You are the best at football too," He smiled. As he spoke, he took the pot of spaghetti and drained the water out. "I like your aggressive nature. I am bit delicate and soft, though I guess I can be aggressive."
Adone's eyes widened with a bit of shock and surprise. He isn't dreaming of going to college for cooking, but he could not help being excited. Why didn't she tell him this sooner? He returned back to the stove, setting the pot down and began to add sauce and spices. His lips turned into a pout, "You could have told me this already…I would love to learn!" His usual cheering returned. "I love learning, cooking, learning how to cook, and you after all."
She shrugged with a smile. "You never asked! What, did you just assume I didn't know how to cook? It might not be quite as authentic but I'm a damn good cook." She huffed with a pout. "But I'd love to teach you how to cook. It gives me more reasons to come see you." She slapped her hands over her mouth, blushing red. "Did I say that last part out loud?"
Despite being together, Frenchie was still very new to this whole relationship thing. She wasn't used to being able to say all these romantic and mushy thoughts out loud without being looked at weirdly. But now she could and it felt even weirder.
Adone took a breath as he shook his head. "Yeah, I probably should have, hm? I am sure you are a good cook," He agreed. Happily, he kept on adding little things to the spaghetti before bring satisfied with it. As he took the bowl into his hands to set it on the table, he stopped halfway then looked over his shoulder at Frenchie.
His breath hitched. His chest became tight. Adone shivered then sat the bowl down on the table. Standing in front of her, he rested his hands on the counter. "I am pretty sure that you did, Farfallina," He smirked. "Wow, you really are blushing a lot. Do you have a crush on me or something?"
Frenchie rolled her eyes with a smile, wrapping her arms around Adone's neck. "Not in the slightest. What on earth gave you that crazy notion?" She raised an eyebrow at him with a giggle. "You're so lucky you're cute or I wouldn't tolerate this."
It was true. Just yesterday if he'd said something like that, she would've kicked him. But now it just made her melt. She would never be able to explain why he made her melt so much.
Adone did not know what to say at first. His eyes were illuminated by Frenchie's smile. "I don't know, but that's good. I have this crush on this beautiful girl," He sighed. Doing his best to, he stood against the counter and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Just cute? Or is there more that you think of me?"
There was still five minutes before the flatbread pizza would be finished, plus it has to cool down a little. And what better way than to use that time than through some light flirting and looking at the gorgeous face that is looking at him? The same gorgeous face that he was up all might about and was dreaming. Now he still feels like he's dreaming.
Frenchie raised an eyebrow at him with a playful grin. "Would you prefer handsome? Attractive? Beautiful? Or just my Adonis?" She listed off, her face innocent but her eyes anything but. She just wanted to see his reactions.
She knew he wouldn't be doing this if they didn't have time. Besides, she was simply matching his energy. He deserved it after keeping her up all night thinking about him.
To be hopelessly swoon with each word or to gaze into her eyes as if she were a dream, that is the question. His chest felt light. He had his chin tilted up a little up as his nose lightly scrunched. Adone
felt soothed yet energetic. Practically the same as last night or earlier this morning. He bit the bottom of his lip and looked away for a second.
"Oh….I am not so sure," He breathed. "To be your Adonis seems to defeat the rest of those words. It reinforces them, just like every kiss does." The timer on the oven beeped. He rolled his eyes at it. "Should I kiss you now or after I prepare the table?"
Frenchie laughed and pushed him back. "Go set the table, silly. Don't want the food to burn." She thought it was adorable that he wanted to stay with her though.
She was kind of conflicted on whether or not to actually let him go. She wanted to keep him close, to never let him go. But she was also far to hungry to let food go.
Adone pouted then went over to the stove. Turning off the heat, he took two mittens and took the tray out. "Fine," He said while carefully putting the pizza onto a smaller wooden tray. "But I would like to make a reservation for two, for a kiss."
He sat the tray down next to the spaghetti. Then he went around getting plates, utensils, and cups before setting them down at the end and corner of the table. Adone hummed along with the music as he filled the cups with lemonade from a pitcher. Once satisfied with everything, he beamed, "I think we are ready for lunch time then!"
Frenchie clapped for him, smiling softly. "Yay! Food! I'm actually starving." She hopped down from the counter and straightened out her clothing before her stomach growled again. She poked at it with a frown. "Shush you. I'm getting there."
She sat at the table, settling into her chair. She took the glass of lemonade and sipped at it, humming in approval. "Actual natural made lemonade. Haven't had that like…ever."
Somehow his mind led him to bowing thanks to her applauding. Adone already went ahead and put spaghetti on the plates. He almost sat down then remembered he should pull out the chair for Frenchie. By the time he stood up, she was already seated. He frowned at himself then slouched back down into the chair.
"Ah, is it good?" He asked before taking a sip from his own. The corners of his lips turned down but then went into a little smile. "It's okay. My sister put too much sugar into it….Somehow it's still refreshing."
