Okay, so I decided to edit this a bit to make it easier to read:) I will only continue this story if I get reviews. Please enjoy!

Che succede qui?

Capitolo 1

He tried to open his eyes but it was painful for some reason. Slowly trying to move wasn't that great of an idea. He fell back as everywhere ached. After a deep sigh, the young man attempted to open his eyes again, but quickly retracting his decision as the brutal sunlight hit them.

Annoyed at how the simple task of getting up was taking a long time, he bit the bullet and sat up while simultaneously opening his eyes.

The room was small, but pleasing to look at. It had a large window, a hand-made looking rug, and a dresser covered with a mess of books and accessories. The door was closed, but a conversation could be barely heard. It sounded as those women were speaking rather fast.

He decided to join them and learn what was going on because for the life of him he could not figure it out. Not worrying about the lack of memories he took a good look at himself in the mirror.

His dirty blond hair was rustled, much like his wrinkled shorts and t-shirt. Stretching he winced. Lifting up his shirt he noticed some bruising on his abdomen. Shrugging off the odd feeling , the young man crept out of the room.

Being sneaky came second-nature to him. So without arousing the other inhabitants of the house, he cleaned himself up in the bathroom. Feeling refreshed he went to talk to the women.

The young man wasn't noticed at first by the three women eagerly talking in the living room. A game was playing on the big screen TV. His presence was only noticed when he joined in their cheering as a goal was scored.

"Ciao (Hello)!" said the brunette closest to him.

The other girls giggled and greeted him with a "Buon pomeriggio" (Good afternoon).

The blond young man responded with a meek, "Ciao," blushing.

"Finalmente! Penso che tu non mai svegli (I thought you would never wake up)," the brown-haired girl said. She had her hair down brushing her bare shoulders because of her spaghetti strap green tank and jean shorts.

"Anch'io, penso che lui dorma come un bambino."(Also, I think you sleep like a baby).

"Sì, è guisto (you're right)! Tomaso, sei va bene(are you okay)? Tu guardi confuso (you look confused)," the blond girl giggled, her ponytail bouncing up and down.

The young man's face turned redder by the minute. He managed to reply, "Che (What)?" which lead to a fit of laughter from the three women.

"Mi dispiace (I'm sorry)," the dark haired girl said. "Sei molto buffo. Vuoi cibo?" (You're very funny. Do you want food?) She asked after realizing he looked uncomfortable.

He nodded and followed the girl into the kitchen.

After the prolonging silence as she hustled around the kitchen, she stopped and turned to the boy leaning on the counter. "Che è il problema?" (What's the problem?)

Before answering, he thought deeply, scrunching his forehead and eyebrows. "Non lo so."

"Che è il mio nome?" (What is my name?)

"Non lo so." (I don't know.)

This made her very worried, so she asked another question, "Che è il tuo nome?" (What's your name?)

"Non sono sicura," replied the stressed out young man. (I'm not sure)