Lovino's POV:
"FUCKING SLOW DOWN! WE'RE GOING 50 ON A SIDE STREET!"
"What are you talking about fratello? We're going at a perfect speed!"
"Oh my god. I should of just drove us from the airport." Letting my idiot brother drive. What was I thinking?
"Ohhhh whatever! You should just tell me if you're afraid of-"
"UGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH-"
"LOVINO! ARE YOU OKAY? DO YOU NEED AN AMBULANCE?"
"I DO NOT NEED A AMBULANCE YOU LITTLE SHI-"
"AAAAAH! I DON'T KNOW ANY HOSPITALS AROUND HERE! WHAT DO I DO? LUDWIG, HELP ME!"
I looked over my seat to find Ludwig watching the entire fiasco from the back seat of the car, surrounded by paint supplies and furniture sticking into his sides.
"...Mein Gott."
•
After a REALLY long car ride from the airport, I arrived at my brand new house with high spirits and a massive headache. All three of us simultaneously exited the car to soak in what was really happening right now.
I was actually moving. No more of Nonno stuffing his cooking down my throat, and no more Feli and his stupid potato husband. Well, at least for a while.
I decided to ditch the duo and check the house out first. The house I bought was a simple cottage, with a bright red door and a brick walkway leading inside of the house. I opened the door to the empty and barren living room. At least I could fix that. My boots clacked against the hardwood floor as I walked into the open kitchen. The cabinets were painted black and the stainless steel appliances shone like diamonds. I was so happy. I could of literally hugged the kitchen set. Well if I could. I turned around promptly to check out the next room and-
Wait.
Is it me, or did I just hear a cat?
I really doubt I was imagining things. It did sound like a cat meowing.
But if it was a cat, where was it? I walked back into the kitchen and started to do some investigating. I pulled out my imaginary detective badge and magnifying glass.
Detective Lovino, always on the scene of crime. I did my signature "Detective Move" that involves me spinning three times and doing a eagle pose.
I look like a idiot, but whatever. It's my house, my rules.
I scanned the kitchen for any traces of evidence that could be vital for the investigation. I quickly spotted a cabinet door that was opened slightly.
Target spotted.
I shuffled slowly to the crack in the cabinet, trying not to be suspicious. Grabbing the handle, I swung open the door faster than light speed.
"AHA!" I yelled at the sight of the cat sitting inside of my cabinet. She was completely white, with black stained paws. It looked like she had boots. The cat was unfazed by my movements and continued to stare at me. It was starting to creep me out.
I finally found the cat, but what was I supposed to do with it? Throw it outside? Give it to the pound? I didn't even know where the pound was. Forget that idea. I looked up at the new visitor. She was staring at me still. Do you think I could pick her up?
Let's find out.
I extended my arms out to the cat. I wrapped my hands around her body. She remained motionless. I took the reaction as a good thing and I decided to lift her up and swiftly put her to my chest. She looked up at me, then cuddled up into a ball.
Thank god. I REALLY didn't want any cats attacking me. Now that I have this problem under control, I should go check up on the other problem. I walked out of the house to find Feli and Ludwig unpacking everything from the truck. Well, I don't think Feli was unpacking. He doesn't have the strength to pick up a 5 pound weight, let alone a table. They both looked up at me with confused faces. I don't think neither of them expected me to walk out of the house with a cat in my arms.
"I found this booger inside of my kitchen cabinet." I said to them. Feli broke out in a huge smile and ran over to me.
"KITTY!" He yelled at he pat the cat's head. She looked over at Feli, but ignored him and snuggled back into my chest. "Aww. Why doesn't she like me?"
"Wow, that's a shocker. Cats used to flock to you back in Italy." I replied. Feliciano frowned. "But anyways, what should I do with her? I don't know any pounds around here, and I don't want to throw her out onto the street either."
"You could keep the cat until the owner shows up." Ludwig suggested as he pulled a couch out of the trailer. I didn't want to question his massive strength.
"Good idea." I said. "Guess you're staying with me buddy." I brought the cat inside of the house and I closed the front door and put her down. She promptly walked to the stairs then flopped her body on one of the steps.
Cats are way too lazy. Guess I can relate.
•
After saying goodbyes to Feliciano and the potato bastard, I made some pasta. I don't think I have ate anything in the past 16 hours. That is practically impossible for an Italian. My feline friend watched my every movement. I really didn't feel like naming her, since I wasn't keeping her forever.
Cooking was probably my second favorite thing that I liked to do, other than painting. Everyone in my family was an amazing cook. My Nonno would teach us his special recipes in his free time, and sometimes Feli and I would of made dinner for the entire family.
I strained the pasta and put it back in the pot immediately. I also realized I accidentally made too much pasta for me to consume. This usually happenes. I gave the cat a noodle to eat, but she decided to play with her food. She knocked the noodle on the floor and started playing with it.
I wish I were a cat. I could nap whenever I wanted, and I got free food from my owners all the time. It must be the life. I was interrupted in my thoughts by the doorbell ringing.
I thought my fratello left already. But knowing him, he probably left something here. Either that or he just wanted to pet the cat one last time.
I shuffled grumpily to the front door. I loved Feli, but sometimes I got sick of his appearance. Why would he have came back? I really didn't want to talk to him.
Thousands of complaints rushed through my head as I pulled open the front door, but I wasn't met with my brother's face. Instead I was met with the most vibrant green eyes I have ever seen in my life. The man's skin was a soft caramel shade, and his brown hair was extremely messy. He had a giant smile on his face, and a tabby cat perched on his shoulders.
I don't believe in love at first sight, but I had to admit. The man that just knocked on my door was the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I think I was so absorbed in his beauty, that I didn't even notice him talking. I shook myself out of my daydream.
"I'm sorry. What did you just say?" He was surprised at first, but he gave me a bigger smile in return.
"Oh no it's perfectly fine! I was just wondering if my Alejandra was here. She likes to hang out here. I was counting my cats then all of a sudden I noticed she was gone! Then I realized that she likes to wander over here and that I had a brand new neighbor moving in today and oh Dios mío! So I decided to see if she was here. And I am here now."
This guy liked to talk a lot, but I didn't mind. His voice was like listening to gold. I felt my face heating up at every word he said.
"Uh.. are you talking about the cat?" I replied awkwardly."Y-yeah. I found one."
Nice going Lovino. You're sure to win his heart now!
"Ah! Si! Does she have little black boots? I've never seen a cat with boots like her in my life! She's adorable."
"You're adorable." I muttered under my breath. He gave me a confused look.
"Sorry.. what did you sa-?"
"I SAID NOTHING." I suddenly blurted out. I reallllllyyyyy shouldn't have said anything. I'm an idiot. UGGGGGGHHHHHH. I should ask this guy if he could punch me in the face right now. It would be a dream. I should change the subject.
"Um a-anyways, I don't think I caught your name. What is it?" I asked. I really hope this guy's name is a good as his looks.
"Oh my, I seemed to forgot to mention that haha! My name is Antonio Fernández Carriedo. What is yours?" Touche.
"...Lovino Vargas."
"Oh my are you Italian? I've always wanted to go to Italy with my friends! Also my cats. I cannot forget them of course!" Antonio went on one of his ramblings again. Sure he was cute, but he was WAY too happy-go-lucky. Didn't this guy get discouraged or sad? I really doubt it, but it would be a sight to see. We were interrupted in our one sided conversation by a loud meow from Alejandra. I looked behind me to find her sitting on the counter, waiting for another piece of pasta to play with. I suddenly remembered that I had made extra pasta and that I could invite this cutie in for dinner. Thanks cat. I turned around to face mister hot stuff again.
Come on Lovino, don't mess up this. Just ask him to stay for dinner, it's nothing serious, right? I made extra pasta. Hopefully he says yes. Please say yes. Please-
"OH YES! I just realized I actually made extra pasta! Oh ho ho! Would you like to stay over for dinner?"
Nailed it.
"Oh I would love to! I never get out of the house myself, it would be such a refreshing change to have dinner somewhere else for once! Oh bueno!" Antonio literally skipped inside of the house, with the tabby cat perched on his shoulders jumping off and joining Alejandra in the other room. I closed the door behind me and followed in pursuit.
I was damn proud of myself for actually managing to get a cute boy to stay for dinner. Where's my Oscar?
"Oh wow it smells GOOD." Antonio suddenly exclaimed. "I've had Italian food, but I don't believe I've ate Italian food made by a Italian" he winked at me as I made both of our plates.
He just winked at me. Fucking god. I want to strangle and hug this guy at the same time.
I brought both of our plates on the table and I sat across from him. I don't know how long my face has been the same color as the tomato sauce, but it probably has been a long time. Hope he doesn't notice. I don't even know why I'm worrying anymore. Where is this even going? Why do I ask so many questions?
The world will never know.
"Oh so yeah." Antonio started up a conversation."So as you know, I have cats. I love my cats. I know people usually have one to three cats, but get this. I have twenty. And I love every single one of them." Antonio's face was blushed deep red like mine and he was giggling up a storm.
I was still trying to process how the hell he could take care of 20 cats. I can't even take care of a goldfish. I don't want to explain the goldfish story right now, that's for another day.
"Holy shit." I replied. "How do you keep up with that many pets?" He picked up the tabby cat and started patting her.
"I honestly have no clue either! I just feed them and they do whatever. Only thing that's probably the most annoying is picking up the litter. I have a separate room dedicated to their boxes, and it SMELLS in there." He scrunched up his face and put his empty plate in the sink.
"Well, I like to draw. I usually do digital art, but I also paint." I decided to chime in. "I recently just graduated from an art college, and here I am now." He looked at me with his eyebrows raised.
"That's actually really cool. I wish I could do something interesting like that." He stared out of the window overlooking the side of his house. "You really should paint me with my cats, I would treasure it for forever, you know!"
"No way."
"Awww come on! You would love them! Especially Eduardo. He's a calico cat with one blue eye and one yellow one! He likes to sit on everything." I had to admit that was cute.
"Still not painting them."
"Maybe someday...?
"I'll think about it." Antonio suddenly bursted out in a happy dance. He looked like he could squeeze me to death.
I actually wouldn't mind that.
"Oh, also! If you see anymore cats inside of your house, don't be alarmed. They really like to hang out here. I hope you don't mind!"
"It's fine. If you're missing one of your cats, just come here. They have probably have taken shelter in my cupboards." Antonio laughed.
"Yeah." He gave me a warm smile that gave shivers down my back. Shit. I just met this guy today, what the hell am I doing? I should ask Feli about this. He's the relationship know it all.
"Anyways, I think I should take these cuties home." Antonio picked up both of the cats. "OH! Also if you were wondering, the Tabby's name is Santiago. I think Alejandra and him are actually married. Anyways, I really had a fun time with you, and your pasta was really good! Adiós!" Antonio disappeared out of my house just as fast as he appeared.
I couldn't wait until I could talk to him again.
