Hey people this is my second story, I don't care if it is two words just please give feedback, I'd really use it. Anyway here it is.
What kind of idiota is my soulmate for her first words to me being, "Aww your name is Lovi that's so cute!", Lovino thinks to himself one day, over those few words that everyone has, the first words to you from your soulmate. It's the first thing you know when you are born, before you see anything, or hear anything they are there.
You can never forget them, and once you hear that person say them you will never forget them, no matter the circumstances. Lovino has had this thought many times before but he is now 20 and hasn't found the bella ragazza that will say them.
I am worried the words are just something I made up, I mean who would love me.
"Damn," I say to myself sighing, "I have to fucking do a shift today." thinking about my shift at Romulus' Italian Palace.
-Antonio's point of view-
"Mi amigos, I don't want to stay, I want to go home!'' I say in an annoyed tone to my friends,
during one of our bar crawls. "Tonio, you have never been one to turn down a drink before.'' Francis says calm as day.
"Well maybe I'm tired of drinking." Antonio says obviously annoyed that his friends could not leave it alone.
"Toni, chill.", Gilbert says to me clearly confused at my unusual behavior. "Can we just go eat or something." I say hoping to leave.
"But, we just got here.", Francis says to me, also confused, he then quickly composes himself,
"Hey we've been doing this awhile why don't we tone it back, and go to that new Italian restaurant, what's it called 'Rome's Place' or something." Gilbert says seeing the frenchman has calmed down.
"That sounds like a good idea." I say, feeling better to get out of this environment. "Then we'll go." my german friend says unnecessarily finalizing the decision.
-timeskip to restaurant brought to you by awesomeness-
As we walk in the door, we are handed menus and told to follow a server to our table. "Wow, this place looks nice."
I say with more feeling in my tone than I actually had for it. "Oui," Francis agrees with me, "especially for an Italian restaurant."
He says with his naturally condescending tone, which happens to be the moment our server comes over.
"Hey bastardo what kinda stupid are you, Italian is way better than that nasty french shit, I'll tell you that," The server continues clearly pissed,
"Why I have a good mind to kick out you bastards, Grandpa may be mad at first, but a disrespectful frenchman in his restaurant will surely not go over well."
A bit tired of the long rant and sure more is to come I look up at him to say something, locate his name tag to address him and before I know it words are leaving my mouth,
"Aww your name is Lovi that's so cute!", the next words I hear are the one's I've waited to hear all my life and have never forgotten,
"This bastardo you've got be kidding me!".
-Lovino's point of view-
NOOOOOO I think to myself and before I realise what I'm saying I say "This bastardo you've got be kidding me!",and in response I just hear a "OMFG!", from the spanish bastard.
"What is it Toni.", I sit here thinking that my soulmate is named Toni so hard that I almost miss him saying,
"Lovi, you are my soulmate!", causing me to turn a shade of red that can't be rivaled by even my favourite fruit the tomato. "Aww sorry Lovi did I embarrass you.", he says way to genuinely to be joking me, but I respond the same the only way I know,
"Of course I'm embarrassed bastardo I expected a fucking girl not some Spanish idiota!", he responds to me me looking kind of hurt,
"Sorry Lovi, I'm just happy to meet you.", before either of his two friends can say anything or give me looks I say, "Don't call me Lovi, my name is Lovino, and I will be your server today, anything besides food can be discussed later." I say quickly slipping into a more professional attitude.
He doesn't respond for a moment so his french friend does so for him, "We'll take a sausage pizza, S'il vous plaît.", but before I could walk away muttering about how non-Italians always order spaghetti or pizza, I was stopped,
"Wait I'd like a plate of Ciceri e Tria por favor, with bread not rice.", he said to me as I tried to hold back a look of shock at someone actually ordering something Italian.
I manage and respond to them, "Okay your orders will be out shortly." and run to the kitchen to hide my long lasting blush ,forgetting about my caring 'innocent' younger brother. "Hey Lovi," he asks me, "who were those guys out there?", he then studies my look and starts to smirk,
"And which one is the one you like?" figuring me out quickly like only a twin should be able to do. "Not one bastardo, why do you always assume so?",I say tired of playing this game.
"Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I asked the spanish one for his number?", he says trying
to get me to crack (I know he saw me react to Toni). I dare him, "Go right ahead you won't get it, and if you do you have potato bastard." I say challenging him.
"Okay, Lovi." he says looking at me, then walks over to their table and starts chatting with them,
my heart drops a little when I see Toni, hand him a napkin, with what I'm assuming, is his number on it.
He promptly says ciao, and returns to me a victorious smile on his face. "Lovi did you see me, I told you I could get his number." he says happy once again, I don't know why I was surprised, I guess everyone always likes my brother better, I just kinda expected my soulmate to be different, I mean they are so similar they would be perfect for each other, if Feli didn't have that potato bastard that is.
I try to hide my hurt from him and say
"Good for you, but I still know you won't call him." he stops me quickly saying, "Wait Lovi you never asked how I got his number." he says seemingly upset, to amuse him and make myself feel a little better I ask, "How?" he tells me quickly,
"I told you are him you are mio fratello, and that he seemed to make you happy, so I wanted his number so you could contact him. By the way his name is Antonio." looking ready to flee incase I attack him for it.
"Well Fratello," I say stressing the word,
"He happens to be my fucking soulmate, that I didn't want, I like girls, fratello girls, not bastards like him." I say trying to get him to understand that, I don't want to go out with a boy, even if said boy is my soulmate and extremely hot, wait I didn't say hot I said dumb.
Yep Antonio is a dumb bastard. He looks at me and says, "Okay fratello I will support you but you need to at least befriend him, you don't have to do anymore than that but promise me, if you end up liking him, don't hold back." he held no room for argument from me, so of course I reply,
"Okay I will, just don't tell grandpa." I also leave no room for negotiation.
"Okay." he agrees quickly knowing this is the best he'll get from me. "But when are you gonna call him?"
I think carefully before answering, "I'll call him, to hang out Saturday." I say finalizing my own fate.
I kinda felt like this was better than my first story, but I didn't get my 'editor' to look at it so tell me what you thought. I also made them a little OOC on purpose, because like this story needed it. I had accents on an earlier version, and was told it was confusing so I took them out. And I changed some of it from the original, so tell me what you think.