Next to Lovino's Motorcycle workshop there has always been this abandoned house. Just an ugly, old building with a "FOR SALE" sign, which must have been printed a while ago for it had rather faded colours and one could hardly make out the phone number of the agent. Not that Lovino cared. He hasn't even noticed that the sign was gone one day.
For him it was a morning like any other. He drove his tomato red Vespa and was just thinking about the annoying people who would come and bring their bikes for him to repair them because of their own stupidity. But when he passed the corner of the street he suddenly saw something new. There was an old white van next to the neighbour building. 'For fuck's sake,' he thought, 'more annoying people to cope with.' With a frown on his face he started imagining all the possibilities - one more tedious than other. Would it be a Pet Store - all these dogs would surely piss all over his walls - he shouldn't have had them painted last year, what a waste! It could be a Candy Store too - that would be hell! He couldn't stand kids and-
Just when he was passing the building and was about to stop he noticed someone next to the van - leaning over to pick up some boxes and showing off the best freaking ass in the world. Then the man looked up and made a brief eye-contact with Lovino. 'Well sure he must be so fucking handsome, too,' could have been Lovino initial thought. Not that he would admit it. But just when he was supposed to hit the brakes, he turned up gas instead. Crashing right into a hydrant (and miraculously avoiding a passerby dog), the brunette fell flat to the sidewalk and started cursing. And that bastard was still unpacking his stupid boxes and never even noticed!
And so, from that day on, Lovino decided to hate his new neighbour. Even if he would have had opened a pizzeria and started giving out free pizzas to him, Lovino would show no mercy. For almost killing both him and his poor scooter there was no forgiveness!
Days went by and soon the Spaniard's greengrocery was opened. Lovino was pissed that there was nothing about this he could hate on. Because whether he denied it or not, the shop was actually useful. He wouldn't have to visit that nasty supermarket anymore or drive all over the town to get his fresh tomatoes at the market. But he was Lovino Vargas, damn it, the best engineer in town, the cool guy! You can't buy a cool guy with some stupid fresh veggies! He's not that cheap! So naturally he ended up hating that stupid guy called Antonio even more. He guessed that it was his name - the fancy new signboard above the storefront read: 'Toni's vegetable kingdom'. 'It takes a special kind of stupid to name a store after yourself!' he thought every time he remembered. Wait, not that Lovino remembered - that Spanish idiot (and his damn store) could be called anything! Be it anything sure it would be equally stupid for that matter. But who was he kidding? Not like he cared what's his neighbour's name was.
'Hola, I just opened this store next to you and my name is Antonio!'
Antonio's greeting was met with a cold stare from Lovino. He then proceeded to completely ignore the man who was standing at the door. He just left after few minutes thinking that Lovino must be really busy and left a basket of tomatoes.
Freakin' tomatoes. Tomatoes. Now that was too much for Lovino to handle - why would that fucking idiot leave him a welcome gift - let alone his favourite tomatoes?! He should just throw all these shitty tomatoes at his windows. They won't even taste good, they are from that bastard after all. 'They could possibly not be any good!' thought Lovino while absentmindedly eating them all.
Antonio started greeting him every morning. At first, Lovino decided to pretend he didn't see him or hear him. But as much he tried to not see him, he noticed him every damn time. He couldn't help but hear his cheery voice while he was repairing an old motorcycle. 'What a fucking charmer,' thought the Italian glancing out of his window to see Antonio happily chatting around with his customers (mostly blushing teenage girls and middle-ages women. Pathetic, if you ask Lovino, just pathetic). Antonio's shop was for whatever reason really popular.
Suddenly, Antonio turned to the window and waved. That gave Lovino a minor heart attack and he blushed furiously. He turned around, now facing the broken motorcycle and started working on it… rather violently. Ignoring wouldn't do, he has been too kind. He did not deserve to be put in such situations! Blushing like a virgin! The bastard must pay.