First things first, I'm going to apologise. Really. I am sorry, I am so very sorry.
But yes, this does in fact begin with me waking up. Cliche, right? Again, I'm sorry. Honestly, there's no other way for me to start it.
But yeah. I wake up. In a bed, which isn't mine. Crazy, right? I vaguely remember drinking the night before. Hey, maybe I should have started by talking about what I can remember! That would have been a whole lot cooler. Oops.
Basically, I recall being out with Gilbert and Francis - my two best friends, you know, I love them lots! - but that's really all I remember.
Oh! I'm in a hotel. Did I get laid? I hope so. I search the room, finding no trace of a note or person. I didn't get laid. Bummer. Still, I think it's more important to find where I am right now. Surely the lady at the desk will be as kind as to tell me where I am, or at least why my friends ditched me here. I walk over to the pretty woman and as soon as my words flow from my mouth, her face drops. The lady stares at me as if I've sprouted another head (which I really don't think I have) and she doesn't speak. Instead, she continues to stare, until I finally thank her and leave. I brush it off, surely she has her reasons for not talking, but then I ask someone walking past me the same question: what town is this?
Simple question, no? Simple questions should get simple answers. Except, again, I don't receive an answer but instead I get a look. A look of confusion and fear. Honestly, did Gilbert and Francis draw on my face or something? No, it can't be that. People only give me the weird looks when I speak. Oh! Maybe they don't speak English. I'm not particularly good with languages. I know Spanish since I am, well, Spanish, and I've picked up bits of German and French from Gilbert and Francis. I've got to try, though! If I don't try, I'll never get out of here!
I see two men sat together outside a cafe. They're brothers, or at least they look to be, and they're both devilishly handsome and weirdly familiar. One of them has more of an auburn colour for their hair, with a stray curl flicking out from the side of his head. The boy's skin is paler than his brothers, and there's a smile on his face. He's cute. The boy's brother, on the other hand, seems to be even more handsome. Olive skin, dark brown hair, green eyes. Damn. I might just stay here, if it means being able to stay with him. He's hot.
"Ah, hey!" Okay, I try English first as I approach them. The hot boy becomes confused, whilst his cute brother perks up. I'll continue trying English, then. "I know this must sound crazy, but I don't really know where I am, and every time I talk to people, they look at me as if I'm insane!" I laugh, rubbing the back of my neck. The two are staring at me, utterly bewildered, yet they don't seem as afraid as everyone else has been. If anything, they seem interested. "Hello?" I smile at them, feeling a bit awkward.
The cute one opens his mouth and tries to say something, but only noises escape him. Really, it's like dealing with a baby. A super cute baby who's struggling to say his first words. So, I prompt him.
"Hello~"
Another noise. I repeat the single word. The man is getting closer, as he begins to form a little 'h' noise. The man's cute brother is beyond amazed now.
Once the word finally leaves the man's lips, I notice how his eyes light up with excitement. His hot brother glares at me, suddenly alarmed, but then the cute one seizes both his hand and my hand. As the three of us run down the street (I caught on that we were running, but the hot brother is more being dragged), the little cutie is saying 'hello!' at everyone he passes.
"Where are we going?" I decide to ask, only to have the cutie beam at me once more. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry."
"Hello!" I guess I'm going to have to teach him more words.
"H-hello..." I hear another voice, and I see the hot brother blushing.
Dios mío.
He looks like a little tomato. His voice is as gorgeous as he is. My, my, is it possible to fall in love with a man so fast? I'd doubt it. Alas, here I am, and there he is, and my heart is fluttering a little. He doesn't speak afterwards, much to my disappointment, but I'll forgive him since he has such a pretty face. Ah. That pretty face. I know I've seen it before. I wonder would it be alright to give these two men names? Or do they already have any? It's nearly impossible to know, since they don't speak.
"Italian!" I proclaim, triggering a beam from the cute brother and a look of concern from the hottie. The two men are Italian. "I don't know any Italian." I add shyly. Not that it really matters. After all, I doubt they know any Italian, either.
However, it's once the cutie stops greeting everyone, I finally notice just how painfully quiet this place truly is.
A/N: I got this idea after seeing a post on the tumblr blog hipsterchurros! I won't link the actual post itself until the end of this fic, though, so that the ending isn't revealed.