We've only been dating for 11 months. It's been going by so fast. Our anniversary was tomorrow. What should I buy him? What should we do? What will he say?

The thoughts jogged in my mind, as I bent down and yanked the red tomato off of the long, green, vine. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and dropped the tomatoes into a small basket. I stood up and headed back to my house. I should call Lovino. No. He'll probably yell at me.

Again.

The last two months have been pain, and it's hard to admit. It's as if he let's out all his anger on me, even if it's not about me. If it was about his grandfather- that was slowly going insane, or his brother- who was barely home anymore, he'd complain to me about all this. I didn't particularly mind, until he started bossing me around, and hitting me if I said no. He's thrown all his sexual desires on me. I can't take it. I never was able to. And I never will.

"Antonio! Antonio! Fucking listen to me!" Lovino shouted, tugging at my sleeve. I try not to roll my eyes. As much as I love him, I could barely stand him. It was only second period of the day. I force a smile and turn to him.

"Yes, Lovi?" I ask, trying not to sound rude.

"You're gonna come to my house after school. Feliciano wont be here, and I'll be bored." He ordered. You're gonna come to my house? What if I didn't fucking want to?

"Actually, Lovino, I'm going to-" I lied, but suddenly got interrupted by Lovino saying, "I don't care. You'll come over. Does it look like I give a shit?"

"I-"

"No, I don't." Lovino finished, separating halls with me. Things like this made me want to cry. He's just not in a good mood. I thought, as I walked into my classroom.

"Come here! Quick! Look!" Emma shouted, from across the room. Her red headband stood out from our dull uniforms. Emma was the only one who knew Lovino and I's problems. I actually went to her (and not Lovino) for my problems.

With a dull look on my face, I headed towards her. I sat down at the seat besides her. She looked around, suspiciously, and opened her palms. It was a tiny, white duck!

"Why do you have a duck!?" I shouted, trying to be as quiet as possible. She jerked her elbow to my forearm and whispered, "I found him on the way to school, and he looked injured," She turned the little duck around, pointing at it's foot. "So I decided to keep him for myself, and raise him to be a little, healthy, duck. Isn't that right, Waffle?"

"You named him after a waffle?" I said, with a small grin on my face. How couldn't I smile? Emma was holding a small duck, and she named it Waffle! Adorable.

"I.. I... She tried to find a reason to name him that. With a small shrug, she said, "'cause it was cute."

"Well, what're you gonna do now?" I asked, stroking Waffle with my index finger. He wasn't shy at all.

"Probably just... Take it home?"

"Throughout classes, dummy!"

"Oh.." Emma looked around. She obviously didn't think this one through. "I dunno."

I chuckle and bring my palm to my forehead. She was so ridiculous!

"Hey, can I say something?" I asked. She already knew it was going to be about Lovino.

"What?"

"Lovino... He just.. I.." When I started to talk, Emma's smile faded. She's always telling me to break up with him, but I just can't. It's as if he would yell at me if I said I just wanted to be friends. I always tell myself I'll break up with him, but I don't.

"You should just-"

"No!" I shouted. I sigh and say, "What ever. Let me borrow the homework, 'kay?"