Edward
I took a deep breath in as I was forced from my sleep as I rustled awake. If there was one thing I hated the most, it was being woken up by my phone ringing. I eyed it with a glare but grabbed it anyway just to be safe. With a tired sigh, I pressed the phone to my ear and grumbled, "Morning."
"Quindi sei a Los Angeles e non ti sei nemmeno preoccupato di dirlo al tuo cugino preferito!" The loud obnoxious very Italian voice of Delunca flooded through the speaker as I tried to process his words. The translation in my brain took a second when I had just woken up. (So you're in Los Angeles and didn't bother to tell your favorite cousin!)
"E chi ti ha detto che sono a Los Angeles? Mi stai forse persequitando," I scrunched my nose and sat up. (And who told you I'm in Los Angeles? Are you stalking me?)
