'Chasing the sun' {Private to Welshy}

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Adriano, unlike many boys, had always been used to the attention he received. Perhaps this was because of the fact that his father was indeed the God of love, and he was accustomed to the girls that he spent so much time with. Maybe that with it. Or maybe he was just a really good-looking guy. Knowing Adriano, he was cocky enough to believe and know that it was due to the second reason. He had and always would believe that this Italian boy was indeed God’s gift to women, when he probably wasn’t. He had an excuse to be so confident though, considering how people always seemed to flock around him. He saw a girl watching and staring at him for a moment, making him frown briefly before shrugging it off.
The day was hot, so Adriano had chosen to spend the day on the beach, wearing a pair of surfer shorts and Obey hat; nothing else, considering he had been planning on going for a swim. He didn’t really have a chance right now, since he wasn’t being left alone. The attention was good, don’t get him wrong, but you could only hook-up with the same girl once. Once Adriano was done with girls, he normally dumped them. That meant there was no coming back for more.
Finally, when getting bored of the over-whelming attention, Adriano told them all the ‘get lost’. Well, that was putting it nicely. He basically cussed at them aggressively. He lost his cool easily and fast at times, and it was hard for Adriano to be kind, considering his past.
Ducking away from the crowd and pulling off his snapback, he ran over his blonde quiff before pulling it back on, Adriano walked away from the water once he was alone, walking in front of a blonde girl that he had never seen before. Stopping and facing her, he recognized her as the girl that had indeed been watching him. After a second’s hesitation, he stopped and stood in front of her, raising his eyebrows at her. “Do I know you?” He asked, trying not to be rude.

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Raising his hands in the hair in a sort of surrender motion, Adriano couldn't help but smirk at the girl's reaction to his question. Damn, Adriano liked the feisty ones. He would have some fun with this, unleashing a tonne of his witty and flirty jokes. "Hey, cool head now baby-cakes," He grinned, his Italian accent noticable as he took the piss out of this girl. He knew that it was wrong, and he would probably apologise for it after but, right now he was living In the moment. he was too Impulsive to let the moment pass, and he couldn't help but admit that this girl was pretty. Not what he usually looked for In a girl but still.
Not caring what she would say to him at the action, Adriano sat down besides the girl but so they were not touching...yet. "Now. I have met enough girls that are attracted to assholes like me, thank you very much." Adriano told her, his eyes going to the group of girls he had only just dismissed, raising his eyebrows quickly at them in a seductive manner before turning back to the girl. "And no, I don't know you, but you were looking at me like you wanted to get to know me. Do you want to get to know me, honey?" He murmmed, leaning closer to the girl and expecting either to be kissed or slapped. None would be much of a suprise, as they both happened regularly.

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Adriano was still grinning up to the point where the girl slapped him, not surprised by the action even though it hurt. He rubbed the side of his face, exclaiming loudly in Italian, “Che diavolo!” He had been slapped many times in his life, so he was pretty much used to it. Adriano listened to the girls words, feeling bad for picking on her. If anything, he had just been trying to flirt with her. She should take it as a compliment.
Watching as she crawled away, Adriano pulled off his snapback and fixed his blond quiff of hair, looking out at a group of girls playing in the water, not really feeling like going over to them right now. Not until the pink mark on his cheek had disappeared. Many people around him had already seen him get slapped, but the hot girls in bikinis hadn’t, so it was all good. Five minutes, then he would be able to vainly attempt to hook up with them.
About to get to his feet and walk away, Adriano noticed that the girl hadn’t taken her bag with her, seeing how she was curled up in a defensive ball and whatnot. He bit his lip, the guilty phase coming over him. Whenever he was mean to someone, he normally became like this. Picking it up, Adriano crossed over to her, his feet silently padding on the sand.
Dropping her bag on the sand next to her, he rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. Man, he hated apologising. “Uh…you left this,” he explained, his italain accent not as noticeable as it had been when he had actually spoken in Italian. “And, uh, sorry for being a jackass.” he shuffled on his feet, looking down at her and wondering what the girl would do.

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Shuffling on his feet, Adriano shoved his hands inside the pockets of his surfer shorts, turning his back to Emily for a moment as he let his eyes take a sweep of the horizon beyond the waves. Adriano was used to the beach and beautiful views such as this, considering he had grown-up around the amazing and breath-taking Italian scenery. This wasn't as beautiful as that, but It was still admirable.
"I'm Adriano, but I get called Adrian a lot." He shrugged, looking back down at the blond girl and raining an eyebrow at her, a light smirk forming on his pink lips. "Yeah. Don't worry about it. Let's forget It, yeah?" He brushed off her apoligy, not thinking that she needed to say it. He had been the one in the wrong.
After a moment, the son of Eros takes a seat across from Emily, trailing his finger in the soft sand in a random shapes and patterns, unsure of what he was meaning to draw. A few times he let his eyes return to her face before droppinng back go his hand, doing this a few times. "So...who's your God parent?" He asked, letting his curiousity and thoughts get the better of him.