I was sitting on the roof of my new house, pushing back my hair and I sighed. It was getting too long and my parents kept bugging me about getting it cut. 

"Ciao!" 

I looked down to see a guy my age. He had black hair in loose curls and dark but lively brown eyes. He kinda looked like me. A camera hung around his neck as he grinned, looking up at me. It was weird, he looked exactly like me. 

"Sorry, I don't speak Italian." I said sheepishly. He laughed and grinned even more, "That's va bene! I can teach you!" He had an accent, which made me smile.

"Alright...I'll be down in a bit." 

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We were walking, exploring the city when I looked at him. "My name's Johnny by the way." He grinned at me. "I'm Eddie, Eddie Pilikian."