Third person POV:

(Y/n) stood in Flavio's room in front of a body length mirror. She was wearing a knee length baby blue dress that was flow-y and had sparkles on he skirt. The dress revealed her scared shoulders, some of her bandaged back and the beginning  of the words carved on her thigh. A knock came from the door way, making (Y/n) turn around in slight panic.

"Bella? Can I-a come in?" Flavio called. "I-a want to-a see the-a outfit on you!" (Y/n) let out a breath before glancing back in the mirror, wincing at the sight of the scars.

"Never! I look f**king terrible! I'll just wear those f**king boy clothes!" (Y/n) replied.

"I'm-a coming in bella." Flavio stated. The bedroom door opened and Flavio walked in.

"Get out. I'm changing back into the regular clothes." (Y/n) stated, walking towards his bed, where her old clothes were lying. "Who f**king needs dresses anyways? They're a f**king sh**ty pain anyways. Damn dresses. Damn people. Damn scars..." (Y/n) grumbled.

"Ah... I-a see what this is about." Flavio said quietly. He walked over to (Y/n) and took the old clothes out of her arms, placing the clothes on the bed.

"Hey! I told you to get the f**k out!" (Y/n) exclaimed, looking over at Flavio. Flavio picked (Y/n) up before sitting down on the floor with her in his arms. He rocked back and forth silently. One arm wrapped securely around her waist and the other hand was gently playing with her hair. (Y/n)'s face was bright red as she sat in Flavio's lap.

"What do you-a think about your-a self?" Flavio asked quietly. (Y/n) stayed quiet. " Answer me-a bella. I-a can do this a whole other way that you-a might not want." He added when (Y/n) didn't answer. (Y/n) stiffened slightly but shook her head.

"I'm f**king pathetic. I'm an ugly, useless f**king piece of sh*t. I can't do anything right and everyone I come f**king close to always seems to fight! It would be better if I just f**king died!" (Y/n) stated, glaring at the ground. Flavio's grip on her waist stiffened slight before loosening again as he sighed.

"You-a know what I-a think bella?" Flavio asked, the hand playing with her hair lightly tracing shapes and designs on her back and arms. "I-a think you're-a beautiful. I'm-a so glad you're in my-a life and I-a love your smile. You're-a kind in your-a own way and strong. You-a were able to last through all those-a years of abuse at-a home and at-a school without giving up. I-a love that about you-a." Flavio hummed, going back to playing with her hair.

"Flavio~ Have you-a seen (Y/n)?" Feliancio called from the hallway.

"Si! She's-a in here!" Flavio called. "Let's-a see what Feli thinks." Flavio whispered. The bedroom door opened and Feliancio burst inside. He scanned the room before noticing (Y/n) and Flavio. A small frown appeared on his face briefly before being replaced by his smile. He closed the door and skipped over.

"Bella~  I-a missed you-a!" Feliancio exclaimed, dropping in his knees in front of (Y/n) and Flavio and sitting on his heels.

"You just saw me this morning....." (Y/n) mumbled.

I-a know! But that was-a too far away!" Feliancio exclaimed.

"Feli, what do you-a think about (Y/n) here? She-a thinks she's ugly and weak and-a pathetic." Flavio said. Feliancio blinked once before his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Why would you-a say any of that-a bella? You-a aren't any of that-a!" Feliancio stated. "I-a would tell you what you-a are, but there are too many good things I-a can't put it into-a words!" He exclaimed before noticing the words on her thigh.

"Is it because of that-a man?" Feliancio asked.

"What man?" (Y/n) asked.

"The-a one that-a died. Was it all the-a yelling he did? Is that-a why you-a have such negative thoughts?" He asked. (Y/n) stayed silent again, looking away.

"Answer him bella." Flavio said, moving her head to look back at Feliancio.

"Si....." She grumbled, looking down. Feliancio held her face in his hands and kissed her forehead.

"You're-a beautiful." He said before kissing her right shoulder. Flavio kissed her left shoulder.

"You're-a strong." Flavio added, moving out from behind (Y/n) and sitting beside Flavio. Both boys took a hand and kissed the palm.

"You're-a kind." Feliancio moved the skirt of the dress up a bit and kissed the scarred over words, Flavio doing so afterwards.

"You're-a free." Flavio stated before they both looked at (Y/n) a light blushed on their cheeks. (Y/n)'s whole face was red and her ears were a dark red. Feliancio smiled and kissed her right cheek.

"You're-a special to us bella." Feliancio said as Flavio kissed her left cheek.

"We-a couldn't live with you-a." Flavio added. The room fell quiet for a moment. After a moment, (Y/n) squeaked and jumped to her feet. She quickly hit the top of both boys head and ran out of the room.

"F**KING SMOOTH ITALIAN BASTARDS!!!" She yelled before locking herself into the spare room. Flavio chuckled.

"She's-a too cute."

"You-a can say that again..." Feliancio said, nodding. "But is she-a ok? She-a didn't swear as much!"

"I'M PERFECTLY F**KING FINE!" (Y/n) yelled from the room.

"Yeah, she's-a ok." Flavio said. "Did you-a have a reason in finding (Y/n)?"

"Oh yeah! AG invited Lovi, (Y/n) and I to-a go eat! I-a need to go get them!" Feliancio exclaimed before jumping to his feet and running out of the room.

"Lovi!!! (Y/n)!!! We-a need to-a go!"