Part 1
Shaky hands gripped tightly onto the leather strap of his satchel bag, sweaty palms and white knuckles. Lovino Vargas, a flustered mess, was giving himself a much-needed pep talk outside the door; I say it was much-needed for various reasons. One was because he hadn't had time to comb through his locks in the rush of getting there, so his brunette hair was full of wispy kinks, untouched by the wonders of a plastic comb and a tub of hair gel. Secondly, he wasn't even sure if he even could do this. Just so it was out in the open, Lovino knew he wasn't the greatest at art, no use pointing it out to someone who is reminded of it every day. It was clear to him that he didn't possess the skill of his younger brother. But oh, he so wanted to.
Watching his brother paint was mesmerising, although he wouldn't like to admit that out loud. What he wouldn't give to be able to hold a paintbrush so delicately, and mix those paints on the palette in such a way that they could produce such gorgeous colours. And when his brother put the paintbrush to canvas, the precise brushstrokes would finally build up to reveal an intricate and clean picture. Like a photograph. It must feel like such an accomplishment…But that wasn't a feeling Lovino was all that used to.
So in a surge of motivation, he had finally decided to stop feeling sorry for himself and actually try and get better at the thing he loved so much, art. So there he was, standing outside the door to a studio where a class was being held by none other than his brother himself. People were surely going to judge him for his shit art skills weren't they? There would be all sorts of modern day Picassos and Da Vinci's in there, smug smiles plastered on their faces no doubt. It was made even worse by the fact his dim-witted brother just had to be the gifted one teaching the class. But, his will to get better was a lot stronger than his pessimism, so he opened the door and took the first step inside.
He didn't realise now, but he would surely have hated himself if he had walked away. Luck had never been on this man's side, but that one day, there was enough to compensate for all those other times it hadn't been.
Hey guys, so this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction and of course I had to base it around my favourite pairing Spamano. Feedback is greatly appreciated, although I did this mainly for fun and because I couldn't get the idea out of my head. This part was kind of like an introduction. I hope you enjoy!