A/N: I'm back! Finally, it's been so long since I've written any Itacest but it's time I showed love to my otp again ^-^ I know this chapter is short but I need to know if people want me to continue before I invest a lot of time into it.
Hm. Moving. There are few things that can cause so much stress and discomfort as moving, but it's also a part of growing up. Plus, if Lovino had to deal with the subtle pushing of his parents anymore, he'd choke himself. The little house he had chosen came into view and soon enough, the moving truck and he were in the driveway.
"Alright, start with the furniture and we'll see from there." He instructed to the movers because fuck you if he was going to break a sweat today. He looked 'round the neighborhood, at least glad that it was quiet and nice to look at. It was probably around lunchtime, most people were at work so the neighborhood would be quiet and he hoped it would stay that way. It was so quiet that he noticed the door of the house next to him open and shut.
"Hey neighbor! You must be the person who bought this house! The previous owners were an elderly couple so it should still be in good shape, no stains or messes, haha! Though they did have a little Pomeranian dog that used to bark all the time! Anyway, hi! I'm Feliciano! What's your name?" A average height, slender young man came across his lawn and down the sidewalk toward Lovino with a bright, tooth-filled smile stretched across his face. Lovino felt apprehensive as the guy came closer; who in their right mind walks up to a stranger? He had an extended hand and Lovino shook it hesitantly when he got close enough.
"My name is Lovino." He said. Feliciano laughed.
"Are you new to the town or just the house? I came from the next town over and didn't really want to leave but this house was just too cute for me to pass up, so I bought it. The upside is that it's really close to my college so I can take my bike or my scooter and enjoy the fresh morning air instead of waiting in all that yucky traffic. Are you going to college? How old are you? You don't look to be that old."
All this talking threw Lovino for a loop and he couldn't even begin to process all this on an empty stomach, no way in hell. Though, one question did pop up from the chaos inside his head.
"How did you know I was out here?" He asked, ignoring the boy's previous questions and stifling anymore from coming out. Feliciano cocked his head slightly.
"Hm? Oh! I heard the truck pull up so I looked out the window. That reminds me! I made risotto for lunch, would you like some? I also have half a bottle of Pinot Grigio to go with it, if you're interested." He offered sweetly. Lovino wrinkled his nose in the slightest distaste. Not really his want of a first meal in a new house but at least it was Italian.
"What are you, a Venetian?" He laughed with a slight scoff. Feliciano smiled, though there was some sadness behind it at Lovino's response.
"Yeah, and you? Where's your family from?" He asked softly. Lovino's eyes went wide; Lucky guess!
"I-I didn't mean it like that! I just thought it was kinda funny, I guess." He blushed slightly from embarrassment. Feliciano chuckled lightly. "My family is mostly from Rome but I have some in Sicily."
"Oh, well, I guess you don't eat much risotto then huh?" Feliciano chuckled again. Lovino shook his head. Here he was, standing on the sidewalk in front of his new house, chatting with his cute Italian neighbor.
Wait, what? Cute?
Well, sure, he had an interesting shade of brown in his hair and his eyes were an amazingly sparkly amber colour and he had the most cheerful disposition about him but that didn't mean he was cute or anything. ...Okay, maybe Lovino was a little bit smitten.
"No, but I'm starving so I'll go with you if it means free food." He said. Feliciano smiled widely and took his hand.
"Great! Then the food's on me!" He said as he dragged Lovino to his home.
His house was nicely designed, but still very casual. He had white furniture in his living room, making the room seem very open and friendly. Against the corner was the sectional couch which was covered in white and off-white pillows. Some had fringe, some didn't. The coffee table was small and fit snug in the space of the sectional. There was a picture frame and a small vase of lilies decorating it. Next to the table was a matching smaller sized ottoman and there were lamps around the room. His kitchen was white as well, but accented with black. The island top, the counter-tops, and the legs of his island chairs were black and some of the knick knacks and kitchen supplies were black. The rest was white.
"Just have a seat! I'll get the food!" He said. Lovino sat in one of the chairs at the island and felt out of place in such a clean kitchen. Soon enough, a hot plate of risotto and a glass of grigio was in front of him, ready to be devoured. Feliciano stood across from him, already had eaten from his own plate. "So, I'm still curious. Are you new to the town?"
"No, I just wanted to move out of my parents house."
"Are you in college too?"
"This was my last year. I just graduated."
"Oh! What did you major in?"
"Photography." Lovino coloured slightly. "It was the only thing I thought I was good at doing."
"Don't be silly, I'm sure you're good at lots of stuff. So, how old are you? 23? 24?"
"23." He felt funny telling a stranger all these things, but in a weird sort of way, Feliciano didn't feel like a stranger.
"I'm majoring in interior design." He said. Lovino nodded, completely unsurprised. "And I just celebrated my 20th birthday last week but don't tell anybody or else they'll take my wine." He laughed. Lovino smirked slightly.
"I won't. Unless you push me." He said. Feliciano smiled though there was a bit of fear in his eyes. Lovino stretched his muscles. "I'd better go check on my movers. Thanks for the food." He said as Feliciano took their plates.
"No problem! You should visit again." He said, a soft smile on his lips. Lovino blushed.
"Yeah, I'll think about it." He said, a smile pulling at his lips as well. He walked out the door and as he walked toward his own house, he sighed.