Lovino was at the grocery store. The only reason he was here, and not Antonio was because the jerk was sick. Lovino pushed the shopping cart through the store wondering why he had got up off the couch and came here in the first place.
Ugh, today was going to be a long day... Thought the short Italian as pushed the shopping cart onward in the direction of the produce.
The pissed off Italian continued his aimless walking, until his eye caught the familiar red shade of tomatoes. For a second, and only a second... he felt a little happy. As he started walking towards the tomatoes he realized something. There was only one left!
What kind of shitty store is this? They only have one tomato left! Like what the actual fuck?
He inwardly sighed with relief knowing that he would at least get one tomato. He outstretched his hand and was about to grasp the red fruit... at least he thought it was a fruit. When another hand quickly snatched it out from under his hand.
WHAT THE FUCK!?
He looked down at the spot where the tomato had been seconds ago... to find that it was empty.
WHAT THE FUCK!?
The Italian shot his head up to be greeted with a pair of cold grey eyes, a similar scowl and haircut to his own.
"What the fuck!?" The pissed off Italian murmured/shouted as he shot his head up to glare at the stranger.
"What?" asked the grey eyed stranger as he raised a daunting eyebrow.
"What'd you think you're doing with that tomato!?" he asked, as he pointed accusingly at the red fruit in the man's hand.
"I'm going to buy it." The man said as he placed the single fruit in his shopping basket. Turning and walking away after.
"Wait! You can't!" Lovino replied as he watched the dark haired man walk away.
"What do you want brat? I have to go." he replied impatiently tapping his foot as he glared down the Italian.
Lovino stood still for a second, doubting, debating, questioning himself.
Oh, Fuck it. He thought as he reached into the the other man'a basket took the tomato and started sprinting towards the checkout.
.FFFUCK. What am I doing!? Stealing that guy's tomato!? FUcK! He's probably chasing me too!
Just to check, the Italian glanced over his shoulder- and sure enough that guy was following him!
Fuck! That guy looked way more athletic than me! He gonna catch up... and then I'm fucked!
But the Italian clung to hope as he dropped the tomato in front of a cashier.
"Hurry." He breathed out as he looked behind himself to see the other man approaching quickly.
"Please." He added for the sake of being polite.
"Um... Like, okay?" The confused teen cashier replied while chewing her gum loudly and taking her precious time. These were the kind of people that pissed Lovino off.
Lovino tapped his foot impatiently. That grey eyed man was approaching.
Shit.
"Um, do you like want this bagged?" She asked slowly as he gave her a disbelieving look.
"No." He grumbled.
The girl then continued to hand his the red tomato, he took it eagerly and dashed towards the exit. He breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the store.
He smiled.
Damn.
He had done it.
He looked down at the red victory in his hand.
Fuck it felt good.
He raised the red fruit to his mouth and closed his eyes. Oh, he was going to enjoy this- suddenly he felt the tomato be yanked out of his hand.
He opened his eyes to be met with anger filled grey ones.
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