First thing when I woke up, I knew something was off. There was a warm mass next to me, that seemed to be moving, no breathing. What was this thing next to me in my bed? It felt soft and smooth when my hand reached out to touch it.
"V-Vee…" the thing murmured.
I took my hand right back, as my eyes opened wide. There was an Italian next to me. I knew this Italian very well. His name was Feliciano Vargas, and he was my brother's best friend, and crush. I myself also found the boy quite attractive, but was forced to keep my hands off.
But now.. why was he in my bed? I sat up, just staring at him for a bit.
He wasn't wearing a shirt, it seemed, and I couldn't tell on the pants part, yet, since he was curled up in the blanket.. just like a little kid. I stopped myself from squealing. Play it cool Gilbert, you don't want him to wake up to you fangirling over his sleeping body, do you?
I took my hand, and brushed some of his hair out of his face. The auburn locks were so soft… and so shinny…
I forced myself to not place a kiss on his face, and instead lightly shook him.
"Feli…" I muttered, "Feliciano…"
The boy opened on of his honey brown eyes, "Vee, Gilbert?" a smile engulfed his face, which confused me.
"Feli, why are you here?"
"... Don't you remember?" He lost that smile, and he got, what I guessed was his version of a frown. For some reason, to me at least, it seemed happy. Where my eyes trying to still see that look on his face, or had I grown accustomed to seeing it?
"... Don't remember what?"
"..L-Last night…"
Oh god.. did we? Well, I was wearing my pants so, it is unlikely. Oh god, I hope we didn't.
"Did I do something?"
Feliciano frowned, by that point stretching his limbs and pulling off the covers. Ok he was wearing underwear… he wasn't completely naked.. that's good.
"..I-I guess you could say that.." he murmured.. all life seemed absent in his voice, joy crushed. And all because of my memory being incomplete.
I frowned, oh how I wanted to go over there and hug him, how I wanted to say I was just kidding, that I remembered completely what had happened. I could joke about me forgetting, our what I guessed to be, an eventful night.
I sighed, "Feli…" he just kept on walking.
He went into the kitchen, and began to mess with the pots and pans. He finally stopped when he took out one, I believe at some point it was his, but he'd left it here, since he did come over and cook pasta a lot.
"Feli can you please tell me?"
Feliciano didn't answer, as he looked in the drawers for noodles, I opened one and handed them to him. He didn't even look up and smile at me. He just snatched the pasta away. Had it angered him? Why couldn't I remember?
Oh well, I'd have to figure it out sometime… Wouldn't I. Well of course I would! I nodded reassuringly to myself.
"...W-Well.. I guess I'll go.." Feliciano got up, after finishing the pasta he'd made from himself, and I nodded, giving him a goodbye wave, trying to keep a bit of a distance, since he was upset by me. He still seemed uneasy.
Feliciano left the house so quickly, I will always remember that moment. Of course at the time it didn't seem important, but now… I can recall anything about it. The way the sun shined on his hair, the way the wind just breezed in, not in a fierce way, but a nice, calm way. The way I liked it. I wish it could have stayed that way forever. I wish I'd made him stay… Somehow… Even just for one more moment. Would that have changed our fates? Well I guess you can't dwell on the past. Even if it was just yesterday.