Done With This (Private)

Adriano had always been quite a laid-back dude. Relaxation just poured out of every pore in his body constantly. He didn’t like to be serious. He was hipster, bro; he wasn’t good at being serious. Never, in all his life had Adriano been serious. He had been freaking stealing beer at the age of fourteen! He didn’t like to thing ahead. YOLO; You only live once. It was true, and Adriano didn’t really plan on spending his life doing this ‘learning’ crap. Even though he was on his best behavior now, he still couldn’t be bothered with education or being good. He just didn’t drink anymore, or steal or get into pointless fights. He didn’t like fighting nowadays; it was a dark reminder of his life in New-York, after leaving beautiful Venice.

With a union Jack backpack on his back, containing a bottle of water and his sweater, Adriano had always been pretty good when it came to boys fashion. Honestly, the clothes he wore would most defiantly class him as hipster or a modern-day teenager. He was currently wearing bright-pink shorts, an Ed Sheeran shirt, red Supra sneakers and a OBEY snapback. Yeah, Adriano was just swaggy.

Wincing as the lightning cracked above him, Adriano persisted through the woods, hoping he wouldn’t get rained on. He didn’t really fancy getting wet. Ha, that’s what she said. Hearing glass smash into a million pieces, Adriano looked around the trees wildly in an attempt to find the source of all this noise, his bright blue eyes finally fixing on a girl that looked…well, a mess as she slumped against the trunk of one of the trees. “Uh…are you okay?” Adriano asked, taking a few tentative steps closer to the girl, stopping a metre away from her. He wasn’t the nicest guy, so he was trying as hard as possible. That’s when he realized she was drunk. “Oh Gods…che diavolo ?!”