Lovino Vargas was bored. One hundred percent, painstakingly bored. It was Tuesday. At the present moment, Tuesday seemed like the most positively boring day of the week. And dull, cloudy Tuesdays? Well, cloudy Tuesdays called for an extra dose of stir-crazy, intolerable boredom. Not to mention loneliness. Although, loneliness didn't seem to be the right word. Feliciano had left before Lovino had even deigned to get out of bed, leaving a ridiculously cheery not that he was going over to "Luddy's" house. No, loneliness was a sad, sinking feeling. This was desperate need for human contact.
Was this what solitary confinement felt like?
Ordinarily, Lovino didn't have a problem with boredom. But after 4 hours of wasting time on the computer, killing brain cells in front of the TV, and leafing through books without really seeing any of the words, he was considering cutting off a finger or two just to have something to do.
The phone rang, and Lovino leapt off the couch, absolutely delighted to be able to talk to someone. "Hello?" He asked breathlessly.
It was an automated telemarketer. Lovino slammed the phone back into its receiver and let out a strangled scream. He staggered back over to the couch and flopped down in utter defeat.
"Lovi?"
Lovino looked up to see a green eyed man leaning over him with a worried look on his face. "Bastard! What the hell are you doing? Did you just let yourself in?" He shouted, although inside his head he was doing handsprings.
Antonio, Lovino and Feliciano's neighbor, took a step back. "I was going to knock, but I heard you scream. Are you okay?" He asked.
Lovino sighed. "I'm fine. What do you want."
Antonio held up a wicker basket. From his position on the couch, Lovino couldn't see inside, but the spaces between the wicker had a gorgeous red glow. "I harvested a whole lot of wild cherry tomatoes, too many not to share." He gave Lovino his trademark grin, then looked around the room. "Is Feli here?"
"He's with the Potato Bastard." Lovino muttered around a mouthful of tomatoes.
Antonio nodded his head sympathetically. Lovino didn't keep his hatred for the blond German a secret. "Well, if you're all alone, would you like some company?"
Lovino could have hugged him. He silently thanked God for both his self-restraint and for sending an angel bearing tomatoes. However, all he said was, "Do whatever you want."
Antonio smiled at him again and began rummaging through the shelf of DVDs.
Two movies, a bowl of popcorn, and too many cherry tomatoes to count later, Lovino decided maybe Tuesdays weren't so bad after all.