{Summary: Luca asks if he can try on something from Giulia's closet. What happens when Alberto sees his "very good friend" twirling around in it later?}

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"Lucaaaaa! Are you ready?" Giulia knocked on the bedroom door for the third time in two minutes. Luca was inside her room trying something on and she was getting impatient.

"Um...I think so? Yeah, it's fine. Go ahead." Luca's muffled voice came from inside. Giulia pushed the door open and squealed immediately when Luca turned towards her. His signature half-smile went perfectly with the sky blue skirt swishing around his waist. He also sported one of Giulia's old, small, yellow summer shirts. "So...what do you think?"

"I think...that you're rockin' it! Sooo much better than I ever could, either!" Giulia grinned encouragingly at her best friend. The bubble-print skirt, which was much too short for her comfort, fell right above Luca's knees. It certainly suited him much better than it ever would for her! And who else would love to see Luca like this? She knew exactly who. "I'll be right back, don't move!"

Before Luca could ask why, she dashed off. She returned in under a minute with Alberto in tow. "Hereyougogottagoseeyoulaterbye!" She pushed him into the room with Luca and dashed off again. A few seconds of silence later and Alberto was still frozen.

'CuteLucacuteLucacuteLuca...' his brain kept repeating.

"Berto?" Luca asked nervously. Did he hate it? Alberto hated it, didn't he? This was such a bad ide-

"Cute." Alberto's face flushed red and he slapped a hand over his mouth as Luca's cheeks tinted pink. "I- I meant, um..." he gulped and smiled, taking his hand away. "Cute outfit."

"Really?" Luca's big brown eyes coupled with his curls and adorable outfit nearly made Alberto melt. He could only nod, afraid his voice would crack if he tried to speak. Luca grinned shyly and did a little twirl.

"That is so cute," Alberto mumbled with a distracted smile. Luca pretended not to hear, seeing Alberto's dreamy face in the mirror instead.

"Ragazzi! Dinner time! Trenette al pesto!" Massimo called from below.

"C'mon, let's head down." Alberto finally broke his gaze from the gold, blouse-like shirt that perfectly complemented Luca's upper body.

"But...what will Signor Massimo say? I'm a boy and boys don't-"

Alberto scoffed. "If he doesn't like it then we can go eat somewhere else." He finally started to gain some confidence back when he saw Luca smile. "Coming!" He shouted downstairs. Luca followed right behind as they went down. The night followed with compliments of all outfits around the table.

{Inspired by Pinterest fanart}