‹ Prequel: Everything I'm Not
Love's Requiem
Pick it up
Later on my parents and Niko also gave Alex a few small presents they had gotten for him as well. And around 7:30 the three of us started getting ready to go out. I had just finished changing in to a black, cowl neck halter dress, along with a pair of black tights when I realized I couldn't find the red heels I wanted to wear.
“Niko do you have my red shoes with you?” I shouted down the stairs to him in Croatian.
“Yes I do, you want them?” He shouted back up to me.
“I’ll be down in a minute to get them.” I shouted going back to putting my jewelry on. Alex was in the shower in the bathroom on our floor so I went downstairs with my make up bag and whatever I needed to do my hair.
“You realize Baka has no idea that you have more tattoos right?” Niko asked me while I was doing my make up in his room, which really was ours when we were kids.
“Yeah so?”
“Well incase you haven’t noticed she now will see the ones you have on your back. And remember how she freaked the other day when she saw the ones on your feet.”
“What can I do?” I sighed as I finished my make up, and began curling my hair.
“Dead Croat walking.” He mumbled as we headed downstairs a little bit later.
“Shut up.” I mumbled nudging him as I heard Alex downstairs talking with my mom.
“Wow.” Alex said looking up at me as I came down the stairs behind Niko.
“Isabella you look like a curdva!” My mom exclaimed looking at me shaking her head.
“I do not, where’s Baka?” I asked heading to put my coat on before she sprung out of anywhere.
“In the kitchen why?” She asked.
“Isabella!” I heard my grandma exclaim.
“Too late.” I said spinning around.
For the next five minutes my grandma yelled at me about all my tattoos that then went to yell at my mom for not stopping me from getting them. And just as things were about to get ugly there was a knock on the door.
“Gotta go!” I exclaimed buttoning my coat and running out the door with Niko and Alex.
“What’s the rush?” Michi asked while I sprinted to her car, and I heard Niko explain in Croatian what happened.
“What was that all about?” Alex whispered to me while we drove off.
“Eh long story short, my baka is not fond of tattoos.” I said shaking my head.
“Well you look beautiful tonight.” He smiled giving me a kiss, in hopes of cheering me up.
“Thank you.” I gushed, kissing him again.
We headed in to the restaurant, where all of us sat and talked in both English and Croatian about everything and anything.
“I have to say Bella what’s with all the snake things?” Michi asked me while she looked at the bracelet on my wrist.
“His friend tries to bribe me.” I laughed motioning towards Alex.
“What?”
“You want to tell her?” I asked him taking a sip of my wine.
“Sure,” He smiled, “So two summers ago we had went on a tour with a few bands and one of them being Cobra starship.
And when Bella met everyone in that band she looked at the vocalist and told him that she knew him from somewhere. When she realized he used to be in the band Midtown she started giving him shit because she liked that band and hates Cobra starship. So not only did she give him shit all of that tour, we then toured with them again later on the following year she did then too; so she’d mess with their set lists writing Gabe is a sell out, bring back midtown and things like that. It was her birthday on that tour so he got her the snake bracelet to spite her, and now the two of them have a love hate friendship.”
“Fucking sell out.” I mumbled making him laugh.
“She always was a mean kid.” Michi sighed.
“I was not!”
“Uh huh whatever you say.” She laughed, “I remember when your friend from Zadar came to visit for a few days and you
put dirt in all of his food because his football playing was getting more attention than yours.” She added.
“And look where he is now.” Niko laughed.
“See this is why I love America, they have professional women’s teams unlike here where I can play handball I fucking hate handball!” I exclaimed making everyone laugh, as the waiter brought out the cake we had for Alex.
It was almost 11 when we left the restaurant to head to some club Michi swore was the best one in Zagreb.
“Niko do you have my red shoes with you?” I shouted down the stairs to him in Croatian.
“Yes I do, you want them?” He shouted back up to me.
“I’ll be down in a minute to get them.” I shouted going back to putting my jewelry on. Alex was in the shower in the bathroom on our floor so I went downstairs with my make up bag and whatever I needed to do my hair.
“You realize Baka has no idea that you have more tattoos right?” Niko asked me while I was doing my make up in his room, which really was ours when we were kids.
“Yeah so?”
“Well incase you haven’t noticed she now will see the ones you have on your back. And remember how she freaked the other day when she saw the ones on your feet.”
“What can I do?” I sighed as I finished my make up, and began curling my hair.
“Dead Croat walking.” He mumbled as we headed downstairs a little bit later.
“Shut up.” I mumbled nudging him as I heard Alex downstairs talking with my mom.
“Wow.” Alex said looking up at me as I came down the stairs behind Niko.
“Isabella you look like a curdva!” My mom exclaimed looking at me shaking her head.
“I do not, where’s Baka?” I asked heading to put my coat on before she sprung out of anywhere.
“In the kitchen why?” She asked.
“Isabella!” I heard my grandma exclaim.
“Too late.” I said spinning around.
For the next five minutes my grandma yelled at me about all my tattoos that then went to yell at my mom for not stopping me from getting them. And just as things were about to get ugly there was a knock on the door.
“Gotta go!” I exclaimed buttoning my coat and running out the door with Niko and Alex.
“What’s the rush?” Michi asked while I sprinted to her car, and I heard Niko explain in Croatian what happened.
“What was that all about?” Alex whispered to me while we drove off.
“Eh long story short, my baka is not fond of tattoos.” I said shaking my head.
“Well you look beautiful tonight.” He smiled giving me a kiss, in hopes of cheering me up.
“Thank you.” I gushed, kissing him again.
We headed in to the restaurant, where all of us sat and talked in both English and Croatian about everything and anything.
“I have to say Bella what’s with all the snake things?” Michi asked me while she looked at the bracelet on my wrist.
“His friend tries to bribe me.” I laughed motioning towards Alex.
“What?”
“You want to tell her?” I asked him taking a sip of my wine.
“Sure,” He smiled, “So two summers ago we had went on a tour with a few bands and one of them being Cobra starship.
And when Bella met everyone in that band she looked at the vocalist and told him that she knew him from somewhere. When she realized he used to be in the band Midtown she started giving him shit because she liked that band and hates Cobra starship. So not only did she give him shit all of that tour, we then toured with them again later on the following year she did then too; so she’d mess with their set lists writing Gabe is a sell out, bring back midtown and things like that. It was her birthday on that tour so he got her the snake bracelet to spite her, and now the two of them have a love hate friendship.”
“Fucking sell out.” I mumbled making him laugh.
“She always was a mean kid.” Michi sighed.
“I was not!”
“Uh huh whatever you say.” She laughed, “I remember when your friend from Zadar came to visit for a few days and you
put dirt in all of his food because his football playing was getting more attention than yours.” She added.
“And look where he is now.” Niko laughed.
“See this is why I love America, they have professional women’s teams unlike here where I can play handball I fucking hate handball!” I exclaimed making everyone laugh, as the waiter brought out the cake we had for Alex.
It was almost 11 when we left the restaurant to head to some club Michi swore was the best one in Zagreb.