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"That- that's your mom. Your mom! What am I going to do?" I whispered harshly and cowered behind Elsa's bed with a million paranoiac thoughts rushing through my head at once. The last time I heard of her mom, they'd just had some sort of heated disagreement that spurred our whole marathon through the mall (of which Elsa had yet to really tell me some important details about) and now I was again within the same seeing/talking distance as her mom. What do I do? What if she blames me for running away when she was only trying to talk to Elsa? Did she even see what I looked like? "H-have you got an escape route?" I asked frantically, ignoring the fact that I was afraid of heights and was currently looking out over the city below. I swear my heart was ready to explode out of my chest as I practically pushed my nose up against the window on that same side.

"Okay. Stay here while I go get my extra parachute and then you can cut through the glass to get out." Elsa replied almost downright sarcastically. Her dramatic tone made me turn away from the window to glare at her. Once our eyes met, she held a hand up to her mouth to stifle her delighted snicker at me. Seriously. How was I supposed to react? Here we were, having a steamy make-out session and her mom waltzes in un-expectantly and very easily could have caught us if we hadn't moved up here! Doesn't that door have a lock?! Oh yeah...it wasn't a door. I'd momentarily forgotten that we got into the apartment through an elevator. (Which now I remembered that Elsa had used a key before pressing the button.)

"I brought us your favorite: Margherita pizza. Because I love you." The woman taunted from somewhere below before sighing melodramatically. "Starfire, if I find you glued to that Supernatural show again, I'm going to have a mom-intervention!"

"I-I'm coming!" Elsa called back over her shoulder. "And I'm not addicted to Supernatural." She made sure to inform me and then raked her hands through her beautiful hair to tousle it up from bed head mode once more. A stupid grin split my face automatically at that. Starfire, huh?

"Is that what's paused on your computer?" I asked, having pretty much forgotten that her mother was there for about thirty more seconds. "Wait. Won't it look... a little odd if we both go down the stairs together? These stairs, I mean." I pointed to the ones Elsa was about to start descending.

"She's probably in the kitchen or changing out of her work clothes." She shrugged before holding her hand out to me. "Calm down, Gattina. I'm pretty sure my mom won't kick you out or anything." That smile of hers could calm a storm.

Still. "How positive are you?" I asked suspiciously while tumbling over her bed to grasp her hand so she wouldn't take my hesitation the wrong way. Looking back at the shimmering light blue bed, I kept in mind to question her later about her silk sheets. I mean, what kind of teenager has silk sheets?! It made me want to fall face first back into her mattress and never leave.

"High nineties." Elsa responded confidently, breaking my reverie of her huge bed.

Once I got a feel of her self-confidence level about me not getting run out of their apartment like a rat, my shoulders came up in an easy shrug. "Works for me, I suppose." If she can be so sure about it, then why can't I? And what's the worse Ms. Mariani can do? I decided not to think further on that one and instead let her lead me down to the lower part of her room before stopping as a momentary thought swooped across my mind. Um…Gently slipping my hand out of Elsa's, I swiftly made my way back over to her large vanity for a check-up. My lower lip took purchase between my teeth and I nibbled hesitantly on it at the same time my eyes thoroughly scanned over the skin of my neck, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. The last thing I wanted to do was get introduced to Elsa's mother with- with a hickey on my neck! Luckily, there was nothing but my own red face because curious icy blue eyes were also peeking over my shoulder at me through the mirror.

"Uh-" She began to frown in question.

"I-I-I was just making sure!" I blurted and covered the side of my neck with my hand and an awkward smile twitched on to my face.

Those deep blue pools flashed with more inquiry before shifting to full realization and then to utter sheepishness as she stepped back to clear her throat. "Yeah, sorry about that. Guess I wasn't thinking." Her tone turned slightly disappointed, making me inwardly kick myself for being so brash about it.

But, before she could possibly do the same thing to herself or think that I hadn't enjoyed myself as much as I had, I immediately jumped at her. My arms wrapped securely around her waist and with a playful snarl, I didn't hesitate to bury my face in her neck. An uncharacteristic and totally awkward giggle erupted from her as I showered whatever insanely creamy soft skin I could with butterfly kisses. Neck and cheek included. She squirmed for a few more seconds until her hands came up to frantically grasp at my shoulders.

"A-Anna, stop-!" She yelped while trying to ease me back. Which I did for just a moment to give her a devious grin.

"And if I don't?" I asked before teasingly twitching forward, making her eyes widen and her hands twitch as well. Adorable.

"You'll b-be sorry."

"But my name is Anna."

My arrogant grin faded as Elsa's insanely blue eyes turned a little precarious and then further as she took a step back, hand raising to undoubtedly land a hit on me for my teasing. I ended up backing right in to her vanity and just about cowered like an idiot when her mother's voice called us back down to earth.

"Hey, Winchester brothers' child! Uno non può pensare bene, amare bene, dormire bene, se non ha mangiato bene! Am I eating dinner alone or what?"

I suddenly directed a confused frown behind Elsa like I could see the woman directly and then glanced questioningly at back at my confidante. "What'd she say?" I had to ask.

"Aspettami, mami." Elsa called back before looking nervously into my eyes. "Ready?"

The way she fidgeted made my eyes trail over the rest of her virtually anxious body. The way she thrummed her fingers against her leg nonstop, chewed on her lip, and subtly darted her eyes back and forth between mine caused my brow to raise curiously. "Why are you so nervous, Snow Paw? It won't work if we're both like that!" I whispered realistically while waving my free hand around.

"Because my mom hasn't seen me bring anyone home?" Elsa answered bashfully and then added, "Ever."

That sweet little confession made a wide, thrilled grin spread over my face. "You mean, not even good ole Hansie hasn't seen those comfy silk sheets of yours?"

Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, but I couldn't care less about my forward question because it was extremely priceless to see her blush like that! "No. N-not even good ole Hansie." Elsa quietly agreed before leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to my cheek and then turned back around so she could begin her descent with me right behind her.

Now with a new found confidence, I allowed myself to begin relaxing further. What's the harm? Elsa herself said that she hadn't brought anyone home before, so her mom seeing someone else with her might improve Elsa's standing with the older woman a little.

Regardless that I was wearing a black t-shirt with a signature white Gas Monkey Garage logo etched in the material on my front. Along with faded, somewhat torn blue jeans that just so happened to be my favorite pair and to top it off, I had my worn-out black and white converse tied securely around my feet. Also, my usual difficult red mane was actually neatly braided in twin pigtails as I showed off my pale blonde streak on the right side of my hair and bangs. (I finally called it and was going to cut said bangs once I got back.) After seeing myself through Elsa's eyes in her vanity made me want a less obscured view of the world. Not that I had hair covering the entire side of my face or anything.

All of that, as opposed to Elsa's soft white sweater (which she hadn't removed for some reason) that seemed to define her figure even more than I'd realized three seconds ago. Her dark blue skinny jeans that hugged the curve of her long toned legs until they disappeared into a pair of knee high black leather boots and finally her exquisitely disheveled wavy platinum blonde hair that spilled over her shoulders and down her back. Simply dazzling! Though, it did manage to make me feel like a total fashion failure compared to her. Guess you can tell I haven't had a mother figure for a while now.

When we eventually got close to the last step, I could already hear music playing from somewhere other than the TV and it made me wonder where it was coming from. The kitchen? Her mom's room? Bathroom? I inwardly snorted at that last one. My internal thoughts aside, the song just happened to be a track from the Trans-Siberian Orchestra called Carol of the Bells and it was a personal favorite of mine. Seriously, if there was any sort of instrument I really wanted to learn, it would have to be the cello.

Fluttering thoughts of becoming the next Apocalyptica member because of my awesome soon-to-be-learned cello playing came to an abrupt halt when that same voice spoke up again. Much closer this time.

"Elsa? Honey, if I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times to get out there and hang around-"

There was a sudden flash of blonde that made my breath catch in my throat and I was sure that if Elsa hadn't been standing right infront of me, I would have missed that final step and ended up clean on my face. When the woman fully stopped infront of us, she was just pulling her shirt over her stomach, so when our eyes actually met, we both gaped in surprise.

She. Was. Stunning!

What I'd first thought to be simply blonde hair actually turned out to be a more sandy color that even seemed to fade to a paler blonde at the tips. Her hair was perfectly curled and as she shook it out, those curls came back to tumble over her well-defined shoulders, framing her gorgeous face too. Her skin was the same creamy alabaster color as Elsa's and her eyes were closer to a Sapphic blue than Elsa's cerulean. Whoa. Everything about the woman screamed completely sophisticated with a hint of something else that could be described in the Beatles shirt she was currently sporting. It was like looking through a time portal because I was pretty sure Elsa would eventually grow into a striking young woman very similar to her mother. It was mind-blowing to be in the presence of the two near-goddesses. Life can be so unfair sometimes!

"And I told you that I would do that if you stopped hanging around work on Saturdays." Elsa's familiar voice broke my trance and I finally took that last step. Of course when our eyes met again, I had to wonder why Elsa was running from her the other day.

"Well, piccola. Seems like you've already beaten me to that." Came her wind-chimed voice as she directed a pleasantly warmer smile at me. "Hello." Really. Why was Elsa running?

"Mami, this is Anna." Elsa answered and stepped to the side so she could give me an encouraging smile.

Sapphire eyes widened at the mention of my name. "So you're Anna? The Anna?" Elsa's mother's smile grew tenfold as she suddenly stepped forward to take my shoulders in her hands.

My own eyes widened in surprise. "G-good to know I've been talked about?" I replied on instinct, but then cleared my throat to try to get ahold of myself. "I-I mean, yes! I'm Anna. Anna Crescent." I nodded like a fool.

"Welcome then!" Her pearly whites almost blinded me. "I'm Letizia Mariani."

"So, Anna. How are you liking the pizza?" Letizia asked from behind her wine glass. (Which was filled with water.)

I looked up from positively stuffing my face and swallowed thickly before answering. "My first love is definitely pepperoni, but this is something else entirely." Wiping my hands with a napkin, I then took a drink of the soda they'd so kindly offered me. I actually hadn't expected to share dinner with them, but Letizia had fervently insisted, so I had to accept. And I was glad I did because whatever we were eating was amazing.

"Of course it isn't truly authentic, but it's relatively close to the real thing." She continued, making me glance from her to Elsa with questioning eyes.

"Margherita pizza is a special variety of pizza that originates in Naples, Italy." Elsa informed and I did not miss the way her foot almost teasingly brushed mine. "It's a protected food, which means that it has to be made a certain way in order to bear the label: pizza Margherita and the Italian government actually certifies bakeries that produce it."

As much as I wanted to watch Elsa's lips and light accent caress each word as they left her mouth, I couldn't help myself. "Say pizza again." I purred as my own foot brushed hers back. Elsa stopped trying to inform me all about it and instantly flushed.

"My daughter's such a bookworm." Letizia's voice snapped me back into reality, making me flush as well since I'd nearly forgotten she was there. Oops.

"I-I've noticed." I replied as easily as I could and chanced another drink of my soda. How stupid am I?!

"And Anna's music knowledge is off the charts." Elsa practically said through her teeth, foot pressing pointedly into mine in agreement with my previous thought. From the smug look on her pretty face, I could already tell I was in for it.

"Is it now?" Letizia asked. The delighted tone in her voice caused me to look from Elsa's smirk back at her, only to reach for another slice of pizza. I knew that look. Just don't look at her! "Do you sing, Anna?" She leaned further over, eyes brightening with what I clearly saw as a challenge. Now I'm in for it!

Breaking my gaze from both of them, I wordlessly shook my head while stuffing more pizza into my mouth. In no way was I going to sing infront of my confidante's mother!

As said mother set up the game, I discretely reached over to pinch Elsa's side. She jumped a bit and worked hard to stifle the pending giggle that wanted to erupt since the pizza comment. Thanks a lot! I still glared at her.

Again, the gorgeous student council president stuck her tongue out at me and I had the insane urge to tackle her just then. Instead I settled for reaching up to pinch her cheek like a toddler's. Before she could even think about getting me back, Letizia turned around and tossed me a mic. Mic?!

"One song." She stated while crossing her arms.

"Karaoke?" I felt inclined to ask after blankly staring at the electronic stick she'd given me. "I don't-"

"You get one shot to see if you're worthy." Sapphire eyes sharpened confidently. Elsa and I glanced at each other in confusion before looking back at her mom.

"Worthy? Is this some sort of modern day duel?" I asked since she was putting more questions in my head than answers.

"I wasn't born yesterday, ladies." Pushing her curly hair back into a clip she'd gotten from her pocket, Elsa's mother gave us a knowing grin. "Don't think I didn't catch you two playing footsie a few minutes ago."

Elsa and I both paled at that.

"M-mami- that-" Elsa tried.

"Impress me, Anna." Letizia interjected, gently patting her daughter's shoulder. "You do that, I'll give you proper permission." Before I could open my mouth, she cut me off too. "I should warn you that I'm not so easily impressed with the top 40's."

I couldn't help but snort at that. "Right. Because I was just about to sing something from today." And even though she wasn't exactly taunting me to my face, I saw the eminent challenge in those shiny sapphires. I also had yet to back down from any sort of challenge. "So, I just choose a song and if you like it I get to..." choosing my words carefully, I continued with a smirk. "Take your daughter out for a ride on my motorcycle?"

"What?" They barked in unison.

"You have actually have a bike? I thought you were kidding." Elsa couldn't wipe the surprise off her face.

"Well, it's not finished yet." I shrugged, but then put my hands up defensively when Letizia narrowed her eyes at me. "A-and I have a license, so don't worry."

"If you lose, I won't have to worry at all." She grinned.

"Mami!" Elsa hissed with wide eyes.

"It's okay, Snow Paw." I grinned back at her in assurance and popped my neck. If her mother wanted me to impress her enough to gain her permission to date Elsa...my brow furrowed in determination. Bring it on.

When I brushed past Elsa, I made sure she saw my wink before I settled on the floor infront of the TV. I'd misjudged the size earlier and easily calculated the screen to be at least fifty-six inches. Holy cow! But in the next instant I frowned at the song selections. Says no top forty when there's nothing but! Pursing my lip, I thought about what I really could have sang if I only had my iPod with me. Some sort of Country song might have worked.

"It's only fair that you don't see what song she picks." Elsa voiced from behind me.

"Fine." Letizia huffed.

Their light banter made a small smile form on my lips. The songs on the other hand. Hello, Hotline Bling, Stitches, Same Old Love, Sorry, On My Mind...My face twisted into part disbelieving sneer until the perfect song suddenly presented itself in my mind. I stood up after I found the song to find Elsa and her mom arguing in the language I couldn't understand, but from the way my confidante was blushing, I knew it wasn't anything bad.

So, what? Do I just start?

"Ho perso il mio 'mojo.'" Letizia snickered, making Elsa face-palm.

"Mami, stop it. You're a horrible impressionist."

The way they shared a light-hearted laugh had me pausing to just watch their interactions for a bit. Even though Elsa didn't really talk about either of her parents, I could tell she loved them dearly. Her father may have been the main one to break her heart, but she chose to keep that hidden and only let it show when she felt like dealing with it. Which was often the cause of her being closed off at school. I didn't like seeing her like that. I wanted her to feel the same way she looked right at that moment. Happy. Amazing cerulean eyes met mine at that same instant and I felt my heart flutter when she sent a shy smile my way.

I gotta win this thing.

"Whenever you're ready." Letizia stepped infront of Elsa teasingly. I licked my dry lips and cleared my throat pointedly.

"Before I start, I'd just like to say that if I lose. (Which isn't going to happen.)" I grinned cockily at her. "I won't stop trying. I'll keep being Elsa's close friend until I wear you down and you give me permission." As I barely contained a hysterical chuckle at my valiant speech, I clenched my right fist directly over my heart and bowed in mock loyalty. "And now-" I shot back up and pushed the button to signal the song to start. "For the glory!"

Elsa had to look away to keep from laughing at me. Letizia held in her own excitement, but I could tell she was anxiously awaiting to see what I would do.

'1,2,3,4!'

A guitar riff started right after I counted off and I wasted no time in twirling around.

'Well, she was just seventeen. You know what I mean. And the way she looked was way beyond compare-'

Ignoring the utter shock on Elsa's mom's face, I flawlessly slid over and stopped right infront of the gorgeous girl.

'So how could I dance with another (Ooh) When I saw her standing there.'

I took her hand and gingerly spun her around with a goofy grin on my face.

'Well she looked at me, and I could see, that before too long, I'd fall in love with her. She wouldn't dance with another (whooh) When I saw her standing there.'

Another playful spin and soon enough, Elsa and I were moving in perfect sync all across the floor with our eyes never leaving the other's.

'Well my heart went 'boom' when I crossed that room and I held her hand in mine.

Whoa we danced through the night and we held each other tight. And before too long, I fell in love with her.'

'Now I'll never dance with another-' That time, Elsa joined me '(Whooh!) Since I saw her standing there.'

By the time the song ended, we were an embracing position I'd learned was called Abrazo cerrado.That meant that our chests were practically pressed together and our foreheads touching. Our breathing intermingled, along with idiotic grins on both of our faces.

"You had to use a Beatles song, didn't you?" Letizia would have been frowning if she hadn't been blown away by our performance.

Pulling back from Elsa, I bowed deeply and dropped the mic on to the couch. "You're welcome." I smirked through my somewhat heavy breathing. Dancing and singing right after pizza wasn't the best of ideas.

"Has anyone told you that you're a bit of a show-off?" Elsa's mother retorted with a good-natured chuckle

"You need to get home NOW, young lady!" My dad nearly screeched at me, making me yank Elsa's phone away from my ear. Ouch! Blue eyes looked concerned for a moment until the light turned green.

"I-I'm just down the street, dad. Literally two minutes away." I decided to tread carefully while rubbing my poor ear. Off to the side, Elsa snickered quietly before reaching over to pat my leg sympathetically. I shot her crooked smile.

"Get your explanations ready." He muttered unhappily.

"I'm with Elsa, dad." I decided not to wait until I was in the same vicinity as him. "We ran into each other earlier and decided to hang out...guess the time slipped our minds." I chuckled. "A-and I know I forgot to take my phone."

"That's okay, Panda." My dad finally huffed, having the majority of his fumes blown over at my earlier disappearing act. "Just come home."

"I am. I'm here." I nodded like he could see me. Hearing his voice like that made me kick myself once more. I'm an idiot. Sorry dad. After we hung up, I looked back at Elsa. "Well. Looks like goodnight, Snow Paw." Letting a smile grace my lips.

"Okay, Gattina." She whispered before tucking an invisible hair behind my ear. "I'm glad we were able to- th-that we didn't-"

"Ssh." I held my pointer up to her full lips. "I had so much fun tonight and now that I've got permission," With another grin, I leaned forward to give her a chaste kiss. "I say we aren't allowed to bring up what could have happened had you not come to your senses." I couldn't help but poke fun at her, loving the many ways she reacted to them.

"Ha-ha." Elsa rolled her eyes before catching my face to give me a proper kiss goodnight.

A/N: 'When I saw her standing there. (Aaah!)' *dances around like an idiot*

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Happy New Year everyone! I hope there are some realistic resolutions out there (if not, it's fine cause mine are all already fallen through. Heh.) Anyway, I hope y'all liked the chapter. It took some time to figure out how it was going to go down, but after no deliberation, it's here^^

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