Running Away...

                                    

                                          
Your POV:
                          
We made it to Italy safely. We've been here for about 2 weeks now, still searching for Mattia's dad.
                          
"Ale I'm starving! We haven't eaten in 3 days!"I yell, my stomach growling.
                          
"Y/n do you not understand! We don't have any money!"he yells tears forming.
                          
"Then steal!"I say walking towards a store.
                          
"Y/n no. We're gonna get caught!"He yells running after me.
                          
"Ale stop. We're becoming criminals. We gotta start acting like it!"Mattia's yells, following me.
                          
"Grab whatever you want. I'll distract them."Aliya says walking towards the cashier.
                          
"I'll get rid of any cameras..."Ale sternly says.
                          
We wait for them to signal us, before we start grabbing whatever we could.
I could see Alejandro eyeing Aliya, since she was flirting with the cashier dude.
                          
"Since when did she know Italian..."I sternly say.
                          
"I don't know?"he says grabbing some drinks.
                          
We finish grabbing everything, then we ran out as quickly as possible.
                          
[Ok so I don't know Italian, so bare with me here. Everyone will be speaking Italian except for like workers and things like that]
                          
"Shit we actually did that!"I yell, running out of breath.
                          
"It feels so good!"mattia replies with a big smile.
                          
We open up a couple of snack, and began eating. We gave some to Ale and Aliya, who seemed to be fighting.
                          
"Why did you have to flirt with him!"Ale yelled, grabbing her wrist.
                          
"What do you expect me to do!"She yells back. She pulls his wrist away, and sits down next to us.
                          
"Ale, don't get so abusive with her!"Mattia yells pulling him away from hitting her.
                          
"Sorry..."he mutters.
                          
"Whatever let's get out of here..."I say.
                          
We walk out, and make our way to the closest motel.
                          
"What are we doing here?''i ask, "thought we didn't have any money."
                          
"Stole all of it!"Aliya replies, holding the cash in her hands.