Confusion
By: Melody Syper Carston

Melody is supposed to be working on a report due tomorrow, but instead, she's had cousins over all weekend and spent Saturday listening to the same song on repeat (Snow White Queen by Evanescence) and writing out this, a RusPru fic she's still working on, and part of the next chapter of Dreaming Out Loud. Now, Melody has no motivation to work on her report. FANTABULOUS NEWS: This is my last week of school and then I'll be out for the summer! (Starting Thursday if I'm correct) Which means, I'll have more time to update and whatnot without being bombed with projects and journals and reports!

Oneshot: Oblivious

He felt as though he was somersaulting through the air, as if he was turning and twisting through the limitless sky, unsure of where or when he would land. His stomach copied the movements, twisting and knotting along with him. His heart fluttered in a mix of excitement and dizziness. His throat closed tight around a blissful laugh and the sickening bile that threatened to escape him should he open his mouth. The mix created an intoxicating sense of blissful confusion. The feelings crashed together in a soothing melody, swaying his thoughts away from the darkness around and towards the bright, pinkish glow ahead of him. He smiled as the color engulfed him—soft as feathers, warm as his homeland.

Was this how normal people felt when they fell in love? This confusing, frightening, exciting feeling that hugged his chest and filled his heart with a pink glow, pulling the blood through his veins faster and faster…? It made him want to laugh and fall back in the soft grass he was standing in.

And he did, a small chuckle dancing off of his lips as he tumbled back, arms splayed out, grasping for blades of grass to his left and right. His sparkling emerald eyes squinted against the bright sun, playing hide-and-seek with the clouds and trekking its way through the blue abyss that made up the sky above.

He felt as though he were more complete than ever as he thought of his lover. Another smile tugged gracefully at the corners of his mouth. He felt fulfilled and happy and complete as if the missing piece of the puzzle known as life had been found and fastened into its proper place.

A body fell next to him, and he turned to see his lover scowling at him half-heartedly through hazel eyes. "You left me in the garden alone, tomato-bastard. Now, move over. It's too hot and I don't need any more heat from you lying on top of me!"

Antonio merely laughed and rolled to his right. "Of course, mi amor," he answered softly. He sighed contentedly, letting his eyes slip close as the blissful confusion shrouded his thoughts once more. "Te quiero."

And as he felt his lover link their hands together—they seemed to link together perfectly—he could've sworn he heard the other mumble a quiet, "Anche io ti voglio bene, Tomato-Bastard."

But that could have just been the blissful confusion mixing up his thoughts with his reality.

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A/N: Antonio-Centric stories deserve clichés, yes? He just seems like the person to use all kinds of clichés... I love his infectious cheeriness! Such a lovable person he is!

"I don't see why people add disclaimers to their stories. I mean obviously they don't own it, or they would be multimillionaires that actually did something with their lives instead of writing things for fanfiction. If they actually owned all of this shit, then it would have actually happened, and they wouldn't even bother to think about this dumbass website." -One of my friends on disclaimers

~Melody Syper Carston