A/N 1: Hello, my dudes! So this is my first multi-chapter fic. I'm excited!
But also scared because I'm still in school and really busy.
Being a student sucks sometimes ;-;
Anyhoo, I can't promise I'll update weekly, for my beta and I are struggling to get this school year done with good grades. Not to mention that I tend to live at my friend's house on the weekends (I mean, he's wonderful, his whole family uses the correct pronouns and name... I love them so much.)
But yeah, aside from school and being busy over the weekends, I'm not sure when I'll be able to update this fic. Not to mention that my motivation comes and goes really easily.
A/N 2: This fic will most likely have self harm and mentions of suicide. I will put trigger warnings though! I don't wanna upset anyone~
I must make Lovi and Toni suffer tho.
I'm an asshole.
:(
A/N 3: Catherine is Monaco by the way!
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A_Tomato is online.
A_Tomato: Lovi! I have something super cool to tell you!
SicilyPasta: Ugh, what is it? You woke me up.
A_Tomato: Sorry Lovi ;-;
A_Tomato: But anyway! So you know how I told you that my friend Francis went to Paris to meet some family members?
SicilyPasta: Yeah. And how does this relate to what you want to tell me?
A_Tomato: Well he told me all the cool places to visit! Like the Louve and that one bridge where you put a lock on the fence or whatever!
SicilyPasta: The Pont des Arts bridge?
A_Tomato: Yeah that!
A_Tomato: But I was thinking, that once we get to meet up, we could visit Paris and do those things.
A_Tomato: What do ya think?
SicilyPasta: Idiot
SicilyPasta: Of course I'd like to go
SicilyPasta: Anyway, I really need to go to bed. I have testing tomorrow
A_Tomato: Aww :(
A_Tomato: Oh well. I'll talk to you later, Lovi!
A_Tomato: Goodnight~
SicilyPasta: Goodnight, Toni
SicilyPasta is offline.
I sighed and put my phone back under my pillow. That damn bastard. I'm not sure when it started, but we developed the habit of making plans for when we would somehow meet up. It never failed to make my heart flutter or make my cheeks turn pink.
Don't get me wrong, I know I couldn't fall in love with Antonio, since we've only talked through instant messaging but... He just had something about him.
Yet again, Antonio could be some creepy old guy trying to take me away to his sex dungeon.
Okay that's ridiculous. We snapchat all the damn time. He's sixteen just like me.
Jesus Christ I really need to stop getting so paranoid. Not every person on the Internet is out to get young kids!
But there are people like that because some people are seriously fucked up.
Anway…
Yeah, we kinda just started making plans. At this point we've probably made plans to go through half of Europe. And no, I don't remember these things because I write them down in a notebook. Pfft, that would be so stupid and girly.
Okay fine, I totally did that. I've even looked at airline tickets.
I sighed again then looked at the clock. Half past eleven. Antonio lives in Hawaii, so it was only half past nine. Normally we would have talked for longer but he had a band concert and I spent the day with Feliciano. I tried to stay up for Antonio but as time passed by my eyelids got heavier. He was lucky he messaged me when he did or else I wouldn't have answered.
It was nice of him to message me anyway. There have been times when he knows I'm out cold, but tells me goodnight.
Good god, he is the sweetest person.
My eyes started to close again, and with Antonio on my mind, I fell asleep with ease.
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I woke up immediately when my alarm went off. It was Friday, a half day at school, which meant only two and a half hours of bullshit then getting to go home. Normally I would be able to skip these days, but alas, half of my classes decided that they would assign tests.
AP classes are amazing, aren't they?
I gave the off button no mercy when I smashed it with the palm of my hand. Why the fuck did the teachers decide to do this oh my god. I was about to say fuck it and fall back asleep but my phone started ringing.
Loudly.
And it was the Mario theme song.
WHY.
I pulled the phone out from under my pillow and answered it with frustration.
"What the fuck do you want, Antonio?"
Yes, we have each other's phone numbers. The next thing on the list was to probably FaceTime or Skype but I wasn't ready for him to see me in the action of talking. That's extremely embarrassing.
"Morning," he yawned. Oh my god he sounded so adorable. "I wanted to tell you to have a good day at school." There was a tired laugh on the other line and I rolled my eyes.
See? Way too sweet for his own good. "Idiot. It's three thirty in the morning over there. Why didn't you just text me or something?"
There was a pause and I was scared that I maybe ticked him off. God, that was the last thing I wanted to do. Pissing off your best friend is the opposite of a good time. Then there was a small hum and some tsk's of disapproval.
"Silly Lovi! I wanted to hear your voice, and knowing you and remembering your rant for today, you won't get up unless someone motivates you to get your butt out of bed~!"
"Ahh so the real reason was to annoy the piss out of me; hoping that I'll get out of my bed and take a shower after hanging up on you."
There was some rustling and I could tell the idiot was grinning. "Essentially. Now, can you please get up? You need to go to school~"
"Uuuuuuughhhh-"
"Nope! No groaning or moaning-"
"Damn, I figured that would be a turn on," I remarked playfully.
Like always Antonio ignored me for the time being. "Get out of bed!"
"Fine fine." I got up quickly. Which proved to be a bad idea since the room started to spin. "Oh shit."
"Are you okay?" Rustling was heard again - what was he doing? The genuine concern made my heart soar. "I'll take the grunt as a yes. Alright well, I'll talk to you later, okay? I'm going to try and get some more shut eye."
"W-wait!"
What?
Why was I stopping him? What the fuck?
"H-how was your concert? I remember that you were scared that your saxophone would squeak or whatever."
Ah yes. The typical I'm-still-not-motivated-enough-to-get-out-of-bed-but-I-also-want-to-talk-to-you maneuver that was perfected by yours truly.
I heard a tired laugh and another hum. "Hmm I'll tell you later, okay? You really need to get going. It's almost six o'clock in California, right?" He yawned and chuckled. "I miss you too, you know. I promise I'll text or message or whatever you when I wake up again. Now go~"
"Okay fine." I tried to steady my voice and heartbeat. He missed me? "Sleep well, bastard. And you better tell me how your concert went."
"Of course, Lovino. Stop stalling."
"Fucker."
He snorted. "Oh my god, Lovino, go. You're going to be late."
Sighing, I stood up and held the phone with both of my hands. Why did my heart feel like it was falling? "Sleep well, Toni."
"Thank you, Lovi. Have a good day."
With that, I hung up.
I wish I had more time. Just ten more minutes. We didn't talk on the phone as often as I would have liked - and based on some subtle comments Antonio felt the same - since we were often too busy or tired. Winter break was coming up, however, so that meant neither of us would be rushing about. I wouldn't have to worry about Cooking Club, trying to make sure Feliciano wasn't getting bullied or hit on, and I would have some sort of semi break from my AP classes. Antonio wouldn't be busy with his regular band activities along with jazz band. He also wouldn't be stressing out over his dance club and how Femke just couldn't get the moves down and Antonio wouldn't be worrying about going to his dad's house for the break; for he would be with his mom the whole time.
Yup, this meant a mostly stress free me and a more laid back and less-likely-to-panic Antonio.
It would be perfect!
With that in mind, I waltzed out of my bedroom and into the bathroom. I fixed my hair to the best of my abilities (fuck that damn curl of grossness) and brushed my teeth. Since I was so determined to talk to Antonio earlier, breakfast wouldn't be an option. Which totally sucked ass because I was so looking forward to those pop tarts my grandpa bought.
"Lovino! Hurry up, we can't be late!" I could hear Feliciano running around downstairs. Knowing him, he was probably trying to make sure he had everything and more in his backpack. That kid was ridiculous when it came to trying to get shit together. I mean, is it really necessary to bring three different sketchbooks to school?
Exactly, it's ridiculous.
I pulled on jeans and hopped around my room for a shirt and hoodie. "Hold on, Feli! I'm almost- AH FUCK." I tumbled to the floor with my jeans around my knees. Ass in the air and all.
Glorious.
"Fratello?"
"I'M FINE JUST GIVE ME LIKE THREE MINUTES." I yelled (well if grandpa wasn't up before he is now) as I quickly got dressed. In record time, I was downstairs with my messenger bag on my shoulder, my shoes on my feet, and my keys in hand.
Hell yeah! And the worst thing that happened this morning was falling on my face. Not bad if I may say so myself.
"Come on, Feliciano. We- put the damn cat down and let's go!" For someone who was yelling at me earlier to hurry up, he was taking forever to leave.
My brother giggled before placing Italia - yes our cat was named after the wonderful country Italy and no I don't know why. It's not like some handsome and brilliant Italian named her, no sir. "Sorry, Lovi. She was just being so cute!" He came up to me and put on his shoes. I didn't respond to his comment except open the door and step outside.
The air was so damn cold. Sixty degrees Fahrenheit was like hell freezing over! Lucky ass Antonio, he was in Hawaii where it was always warm. That bastard better be grateful! Feliciano joined me seconds after so we started our walk to school in the California cold. We stayed silent which was extremely comfortable and peaceful. Feliciano was probably thinking of Ludwig, his awkward boyfriend who I reluctantly gave my brother to. I was thinking about my AP physics test and not so surprisingly, Antonio. It always put me in a good mood when he called me. I could be panicking from a grade or my future in general, and just hearing his voice would make my breathing steady and my mind get less foggy.
Because of that Spaniard I could be stuck in a disgustingly nice mood. Honestly, I was surprised Feliciano hadn't noticed.
Oh yeah. Feli knew about Antonio. It actually wasn't something he found out, but something I talked to him about. I was nervous to give Antonio any more personal information than my first name and age. After talking to Feliciano about it all, he gave me the idea of asking Antonio to hold up an object in one photo and then a certain amount of fingers in the other. He agreed, which after he sent me those photos, I believed him and let him know more about me. It was the first time I opened up to someone so much.
But I'm distracting myself again.
We crossed the last street to the school and that's when Feli decided to talk. "You're in a good mood~"
I rolled my eyes and tried to think of a reason as to why my cheeks were turning pink. "Shut up, Feli."
He held onto my arm as we walked to the entrance of the school. "Did you talk to Antoooooonioo?" He was about to say more, but then Ludwig came to his sight. I was free. Feliciano immediately gave me a farewell (seriously it was equivalent to a 'ta ta for now!') and ran off to Mr. Macho Man.
I need more names for him because all of these are lame.
But insulting my brother's boyfriend seems rude, especially because him and I have a truce.
Nnnngghh.
But I digress.
Instead of standing around like some idiot, I walked on over to my friends. Herakles was napping - he probably stayed up playing video games again. It's like he never got off Steam. Alfred was busy chatting up Catherine during some card game. Really, it was like any other morning while we waited for the first bell to ring. I couldn't help but smile though. It was nice to have some sort of normality (and because I was fond of these idiots no matter what I tended to say).
Catherine noticed me first and scooted over so I could sit. "Hello, Lovino. Are you ready for today?" She took one hand from her cards to push up her glasses and fix her bangs. I noticed the mischief in her blue eyes and tilted my head in confusion. She then gave me a small smile and turned her attention to Alfred; deliberately turning her head for me to catch the drift.
She was totally going to kick his ass in whatever game they were playing. Poor Alfred, he thought he was winning.
I only smiled in response as I watched her lay waste to our friends' confidence. Long story short, we were currently playing 52 card pickup. Both of them get so damn animated when they gamble.
"So what's the punishment for Alfred?" I asked as I handed Catherine the cards I had picked up.
She grinned. "He has to take me to the movies and I don't have to pay." Her voice was full of triumph and I couldn't help but chuckle.
Alfred was sulking in his seat and pretending that his glasses needed a thorough cleaning. The blond could be such a sore loser. "Man, I'm so glad that today's the last day before break. If I had to go to school one more day I think I would go insane."
That perked my interest. "What do you mean? Don't we have a week left?"
"No," Catherine said with a giggle. "Today's the last day. Hey, we should hangout over break!"
"I thought you were leaving to go visit family," Alfred pipped up, pushing his glasses back onto his nose.
"Nah, we decided to stay home this year which is nice. I want Christmas with just my parents and Michelle."
I nodded. It made sense, but honestly I wish I could go somewhere over the break. Like Italy. Or anywhere that wasn't California. It was nice to have Feli and Grandpa Roma around the house as we watched Christmas movies, but a change would be nice. I wonder what Antonio would be doing for Christmas break. Did his mom and brother do a traditional family Christmas? Well, there was no doubt he was going to hang out with his two best friends. Apparently those three were extremely popular because they even got their own name. The Bad Touch Trio. I told him that his future held a shitty boy band. Think about it.
The bell rung and I couldn't help but groan. I didn't want to go to class. Starting the day with AP Language and Composition sucks ass. No one, and I mean no one, wants to start the morning with a fucking English class that makes you want to cry with the essays and Toulmin analysis assignments I swear.
But yeah. AP Lang. You should take it, it helps with the writing process.
Anyway, Catherine and I bid our farewells and made our way up the stairs.
Oh shit.
We didn't wake up Herakles.
Oh well, I'm sure someone will wake him up.