Lullabies

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*Nina*

I glanced at the heaping amounts of food on my brother's plate and nearly gagged. Just watching him shovel the food into his mouth made me want to smack him silly. We were guests at his girlfriend's house and he looked like an idiot. I could tell Elizabeth's (his girlfriend and a good friend of mine) parents were a little grossed out.

Liz and I both elbowed him sharply in the stomach and he choked a bit. "C'mon Leo! Are you trying to make an a.ss of yourself in front of Liz's parents?" I whispered. He froze and set down his fork and swallowed his food.

"That was very delizioso, Mrs. De Luna. Grazie." Leo politely informed Liz's mother in italian. Yes, we are Italian. Both of my parents are 100%. Which obviously explains our last name. Salvatore.

"You're very welcome, Leo. Thank you." Mrs. De Luna replied. They were well aware that we would speak Italian on a whim. Luckily, they had met in Italy so they knew a lot of the words we spoke.

All of a sudden, there was a sharp knock on the De Luna's door. The Mister got up to get it. I heard the excited voice of my best friend Violet.

"Yes, Violet, she's here. One minute." Mr. De Luna walked back into the dining room and looked straight at me. "Nina? Violet would like you to come with her. She said something about a concert..."

Oh! All Time Low. Of course! "Grazie! Mi dispiace, devo andare!" I placed my napkin on the table and waved goodbye. I had totally forgotten about the concert.

"No problem, go have fun." Mrs. De Luna smiled at me. I nodded and smiled as well and then turned to the door.

"Sorry, Vi." I said as we walked over to Vi's beast of a VW van. It was the perfect car for Arizona.

"It's all good. Luckily, the De Luna's live close to the venue." Vi was the De Luna's neighbor. I met her through Liz when we were just five years old. And now my brother is dating Liz. Hah.

"Hey, did you scratch yourself?" Vi turned over my arm and noticed the red mark on my wrist.

"Uh, yeah." I smiled weakly.

"Gosh, you klutz." Vi laughed as we cranked down the windows and she turned up the All Time Low.

I had a feeling tonight would be a good concert.

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"I have to pee like a mother trucker!" Violet screamed in my ear as we danced to Lights.

"God, no. I don't want to lose our spots! Can't you just go alonnnne?" I whined.

"Fu.ck no! I'm not going in some creepy bathrooms alone. And I'm not going to pi.ss my pants. We'll elbow our way through." Violet raised one eyebrow and I sighed.

"Fine." I followed her but as soon as we neared the bathrooms she made a turn for another door. "What the he.ll Violet!?"

"We're going to sneak backstage!"

"What?! No. No. That's for fangirls to do!" I complained. We could get arrested! "Wait. How do you even know how to get back there?"

"I'm not trying to go fangirl on them, I just want to see if we can get backstage without being caught. And don't you remember? My cousin worked here for like three years!" She grabbed my arm and pushed open the door.

"Porca puttana, Vi. Porca puttana. Questo è pazzo. Perché facciamo questo?" I started babbling off in italian.

"Nina. Calm down, it'll be okay!" She assured me and just as I calmed down a bit, I heard the dreaded words...

"Hey! What the he.ll are you girls doing back here?!"

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