First thing I'm going to tell you: I am not social. At all. I was just born with antisocial skills. And yeah, my lack of fucking general friendliness kept my number of stupid friends down to a nice 0. Great. Or it could also be the fact that I curse like a sailor. But that is such a lie.

Okay, so I'm a fucking lonely bastard. But who gives a shit? I like to think of it as being an awesome single motherfucker. Its fucking amazing I don't have a girlfriend. I mean, I'm a sexy Italian bastard with an amazing sense of style. Who wouldn't want that?

To be honest, I was having a damn great time flirting with girls and putting up with my idiot of a brother until he came along. My life just fucking turned into shit, dammit.

Stupid Spanish bastard. And his fucking Españoloco crap. Meet the idiota that changed it all, dammit: Antonio Fernandéz Carriedo, my first 'real' friend. Or I think that's what he said. I can never fucking understand his damn accent.

Unfortunately for me, the fucker didn't leave. We grew up together, and he fucking appointed himself as my best friend. Bastard used the lame excuse of,"I make you feel not alone." As if. I don't need his fucking implied sympathy.

Now we're in goddamned college. Don't be surprised, you little shit. I can have motherfucking brains when I want to. I'm in the Mafia, for fuck's sake. Oh shit. Uh, you saw nothing. Anyway, Toni (as the bastard forced me to call him) and I are studying for the same career: goddamn architecture. Yes bitches, I'm taking mind-fucking classes on how to build buildings. Fucking awesome, ain't it?

If I remember correctly, which I probably don't since my memory is shit, it was a late Saturday night. And it was Antonio's birthday. Happy birthday to the fucker. He had kidnapped-no wait, kindly asked me...no, yeah he kidnapped me and dumped me in the front seat of his black Honda Accord. Simple fucker. I would much rather be driving my red Ferrari down the streets of motherfucking New York, but nooo. This just had to be the day the stupid Spaniard was born, which made him think he could automatically do whatfuckingever he wanted. Stupid birthdays and stupid Spaniards.

So I sat there, frowning as I listened to Antonio go on and on about something stupid, I'm sure. I wasn't listening to the bastard; he talked too much! Plus I had more important things to do, like get lost in my thoughts. I was rudely interrupted by Toni's voice,"...Don't you think, Lovi?"

I snapped out of my daze and acknowledged him for once in like twenty minutes,"Hm, what? I wasn't listening."

There was a soft,"Clearly," uttered from the man beside me, and that almost made me smile. The bastard was finally learning how to be sarcastic and witty. I was so proud. "I said wouldn't it be nice to go back to Spain for a bit?"

That one caught me off guard. This fucker couldn't possibly be thinking about moving back to Spain, could he? I mentally scolded myself for being so soft. "I don't care. Now, if it were Italy you'd been talking about, then hell yeah. I'd move there for the rest of my motherfucking life."

"Always nice to know I can count on you for support." I swear I could hear him roll his eyes. This little shit was growing up, after so long, damn.

"Hey bastard?"

"Hm?"

"You're not moving back to Spain, right?"

"Uh..."

"Answer me bitch. Are you moving, yes or no?!"

Antonio nervously drummed his fingers against his pant leg. "O-Oh look. We're here." He didn't waste any more time as he quickly parked his car and turned off the ignition, soon getting out and shutting the door.

I sighed, exasperated, and got out as well. Antonio was sucha schoolgirl, goddamn it. And he really needed to work on his subject-changing. The bastard's not very subtle. "Where the hell are we?" I looked around. It was fucking empty. Just a small lake at the edge of a hill, willow trees protectively guarding the place like a sanctuary. A light breeze tugged at the drooping trees, making the leaves rustle soothingly. This was so fucking nature-y. So like Antonio, that cheesy idiot.

Said idiot walked down the hill at a leisurely pace, gently pushing aside the bastard trees, as I'd now dubbed them. He sat at the edge of the lake, flipping to a book he'd been holding as he sucked on a lollipop. Not sexually, you slutty-minded freak. After rolling my hazel eyes and brushing my hair out of my face, I made my way down the fucking steep ass hill, very ungracefully in comparison to Toni. I got tangled in the damned willows and tripped on my shoelaces, so I basically landed on my face once I'd gotten to the bottom. How fucking embarrassing.

Blushing, I sat up and dusted my shirt off as Antonio laughed lightly next to me. "Lovi you got a little something.." He easily brushed the willow leaves out of my goddamned hair as he smiled. Bastard, usually its the other way around; when I'm the one laughing at him. Its not my fault I'm clumsy, I just happen to be extremely accident prone. "Grazie. I could've done that myself, dammit."

He chuckled and set his book on the ground.

"Stop laughing, you fucker! And why'd you even bring me here, idiota? I had plans other than being kidnapped tonight." I huffed, crossing my arms and staring at the moon's shaky reflection in the water.

"Well, es mi cumpleaños, so I figured why not hang out with my best friend? Chocolate?" The Spaniard didn't even wait for me to respond before stuffing a small, minty chocolate rectangle in my mouth. I glared at him and chewed, it was really good.

"Okay. Fine. Talk to me, you Spanish moron."

"Lovi what do you know about constellations?"

"You mean those shitty twinkly things in the sky?"

"Stars," He translated.

"Sure. What about them?"

"Constellations. Drawings in the sky? You know any?"

"No. Do I look like some sort of Einstein to you?"

Antonio sighed and scooted closer to me. I blushed lightly, then frowned for blushing. This was so fucking gay. The motherfucking Spaniard didn't seem to notice, thank god.

"Well a really known one is Orion the hunter." He pointed towards the stars.

"I see dots." Straightforward answer. I don't do sugarcoating.

"Dios mio Lovi, you're so blunt. He's right there." In one swift movement, Antonio grabbed my wrist and gestured to the glowing white freckles up above. I squirmed against his grasp and to get me to behave, the dipshit laced his fingers through mine and pointed with his left hand to a straight line consisting of three bright stars. "See, that's his belt. Connect that to those other two," More gesturing,"And that makes up his bottom half."

I was so grateful for the moon covering up my blush. Was this bitch gay? I really did not have anything against gays, but I just didn't expect that. Considering this one had all the bitches in class chasing after him, sluts and nerds alike. "It looks like he's wearing a goddamned skirt." I looked at him, super annoyed.

Toni turned to me and smiled brightly, as he had a reputation for doing. With those dimples and...Yeah. Girls are always thinking about his dimples. Annoys the shit out of me. A-And maybe it was just my imagination, but the moonlight brought out all the different colours in his eyes. Well, not exactly different, just different shades. All unique, just like him. I silently counted them, around four distinct shades of green. Every single one of them as beautiful as the next. Emerald, jade, forest, olive. WHATTHEACTUALFUCK?! IAMSONOTTHISSAPPY! I sucked in a sharp breath as Antonio seemed to lean closer to me in slow motion. Inches turned into centimeters, and before anything dangerous could happen, I pushed the Spanish bastard into the lake.

I got up and stormed my way through the bastard trees after muttering a soft,"Happy fucking birthday."

((AN: So heeeyy! First story, no hate please. Feel free to give me suggestions and yada yada yada. XD I'm a very laid back Admin, and who doesn't love some awkward Spamano? I hope we can be friends, so till then. ~AI ))