The moon was casting a light silver glow across everything, leaving a beautiful sift glow on everything. But despite the beautiful scenery, the mood was much darker. Lovino wasn't ready. He really didn't want to walk through that door. He would be yelled at by his grandfather for getting a detention again. He would be compared to his brother, like always.
Last week it was that he had refused to do something. It was a small thing, not worth arguing over, but it had been taken to far.
"Maybe for once you should make Feli wash the dishes. He never does any work!" Lovino had commented with a snarky tone.
"Look at Feli." The young man turned his head to his brother in disgust. Feliciano was lying on the couch, napping, stomach full of pasta. "He's to stuffed to work."
"And you don't think I'm stuffed to?" Lovino growled, turning back to his grandfather.
"That's not the point. I asked you to do it."
This time, Lovino had stayed out too late. He had been at school, in detention again due to his attitude. He had snapped at one of his professors when he got a bad score.
"This can't be my grade!" Lovino snapped. The teacher looked annoyed, but used to this. Lovino was a problem child. That's what he was known as. Everyone thought he had an attitude problem. Both teachers and students.
"Yes Lovino, that's your score." the teacher answered slowly. Lovino stood in a rage, face red, and yelled.
"Obviously you just didn't teach it well enough, bastard!"
This landed Lovino in detention automatically. And when it was time for him to leave, his Grandfather didn't come to pick him up, so he had to walk all the way home. When he got home, he sat for a bit outside, enjoying the peacefulness.
When he finally gathered the courage to go inside, he took a deep breath, and turned the doorknob.
"Lovino! Where were you? You're missing dinner!" Roma's frustrated voice rang out.
"Detention. You knew that! The school called you and told you to pick me up! I had to walk thanks to you!"
"Mio Dio! Lovino, why can't you be like your brother?" phrases like these were common in the Vargas household. It wasn't like their grandfather hated Lovino, though thats what Lovino thought, they did have good times together... sometimes. It was just that he always have Lovino the work, while paying attention to Feli.
Grandpa Roma looked down at his eldest grandson, a look of disappointment on his face. "Have Feli be your role model. Just look at him!" he motioned across the room to the younger Italian, who was sitting happily with a bowl of pasta, the ever present smile resting upon his lips and the curl on his head bouncing in joy.
Lovino scowled at his younger brother. Why did Grandpa Roma have to love him so much? Why did Grandpa Roma hate him? What did he do wrong? He turned his attention back to Grandpa. "Why don't you try to be happy sometimes." the harsh feeling of his grandfather's words struck him like a blow to the face. He felt tears well in his eyes, but instead of letting them fall, he turned away and stormed to his room.
'When we were born,' Lovino thought, 'Roma probably decided which one of us he would spoil, and which one would have to work. I guess I'm just the lucky one who gets no praise at all.' Lovino let the tears fall, and like every other night, he cried him self to sleep, barely any food in his stomach at all, as he listened to Grandpa Roma and Feli laughing downstairs.