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I sat up in bed, hair damp with sweat, alarm clock beeping loudly.

Dammit. That same dream again. That same faceless guy, always sitting there, smiling at me lovingly, reaching out a hand to touch me and pull me into a tight embrace. He always was speaking to me, but I couldn't hear a single word. His dark, curly hair always shadowed his eyes, but I could still tell their loving gaze was held upon me. I always felt…happy in that dream. An odd feeling for me. Not normal. It scared me.

"God dammit! Shut up!" I hissed and slammed my hand onto my alarm clock which was screaming at me from beside my bed. I looked across my bedroom. Well, it wasn't exactly all mine, I shared it with my younger brother, Feliciano.

My stupid idiot of a brother was already out of bed and downstairs. Probably on the phone with his stupid potato of a best friend like he was every morning. God how I hated Ludwig. I swear he wants something bad to do with my brother, and like hell if I'd let him even lay a finger anywhere near him. But every time I tell him to 'Fuck off and get your ugly face away from my brother!' Feliciano (like the fucking brat he is) starts bawling and tells me to, "Be nice to Ludwig!" God, I can't even tell you how annoying that is!

I climbed out of bed and let my bare feet hit the floor. Shit, It was fucking FREEZING! I hated this already, but today was a weekend, so it was something good already. I guess.

I drowsily made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I looked into the mirror and my gaze was met by that of another teenager in the reflective glass. He had short, dark brown hair, and a stray curl that came from the top right of his head, and grumpy hazel eyes. This was me. Lovino Vargas.

All of a sudden, the bathroom door flew open, almost hitting me in the side.

"Looooovvvi~ Come Look! Hurry!" My little brother Feliciano chirped happily pointing behind him into the hall way he stood in.

"What the hell! Dammit Feliciano! Go the hell away! It's not life or death important!" I yelled as I dodged the door that was trying to kill me.

"Buuuut Loviii! Come on! We have a new neighbor!" He said smiling widely. God he was such an idiot.

"What…?" I asked blinking once at the stupid fool I call my brother.

"Come look!~ There's a nice boy who is about our age~ He's only a little older than you fratello!"

I sighed deeply. "Feli, please. I don't care."

"Let's go say 'hi'! Please! Please please please please please- "

"FINE! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL HIT YOU!" I shouted.

"Yay!~" And with that, Feliciano ran from the bathroom and down the hall, almost colliding with the front door as he threw it open and bounded out.

I don't know why I followed. I guess it was because if I didn't, he would have cried about it or something.

Like Feli said, there was a moving truck outside the house next to us. Three people stood outside, unpacking stuff. One a tanned teenage boy, taller than me, with dark, curly hair and bright green eyes. He was grinning like some idiot. I felt automatic dislike for him flow through my body.

Oh great. He spotted us. I crossed my arms over my chest when he trotted over to us. His green eyes locked on me.

"Hola! I'm Antonio! What's your name?" He asked grinning dumbly. I detected a heavy Spanish accent.

Great. Another freak. Like this place didn't have enough of them already!

"Ve~ I'm Feliciano, but you can call me Feli, and this is my brother, Lovi!" Feliciano grinned.

"it's Lovino you dumb fuck!"

"Watch your language!" Feliciano scolded me.

Antonio was just smiling. The way he was looking at me creeped me out. Very much so.

"So, Lovino, what's it like here?" He asked. His curly hair fell a little bit into his eyes. Dammit. Just looking at him brought back memories of my dream and I felt awkward. I looked away from him.

"Who cares."

Feli clung to my arm. "Fratello! Be nice to Antonio!" He whined. God was he annoying!

Antonio looked at his feet, then back up at me. "Well...I think the both of you are pretty nice! You guys go to the high school up that way right?" He asked, pointing up the street towards the direction of our high school.

"Si." I said glaring at the Spaniard. He just gave a soft giggle.

"Then we'll be going to school together! I can't wait!" He then turned to me. "I hope you're the one who gets to show me around Lovi!"

"Don't call me that dammit!" I hissed. That only made him laugh again. What the hell is wrong with this guy! Is he not affected by my harshness! Can't he tell I don't like him?

"You're too funny~" Antonio purred, then his dad (Or at least I thought it was his dad ) called to him. "Sorry guys!~ I gotta go!" he waved and trotted back to his house.

I'm going to HATE living next to that guy. Deeply hate it.

"Antonio was nice, Si?" Feliciano asked as we went back inside our own house.

"No. I don't like him."

"Aw! Lovi! Why are you so mean?"

"I'm not mean. I'm just telling the truth. He's weird. Didn't you see how he was looking at me! I mean seriously!" I recalled the way those gem green eyes watched me like a hunter on it's prey. I shivered a little.

"Looking at you…? Like how?"

"Like he liked me. Not friend like either!"

"Don't be silly Lovi! Antonio's really nice. You and him seem to get along great~" Feliciano purred grinning stupidly.

Yeah. Get along great. Ugh, my little brother was such an airhead sometimes!