(A/N: GAH. I AM SORRY ABOUT THE LATENESS. AND WHAT IS THIS THIRD PERSON-NESS? This chapter is kind of everywhere, but the next one will involve more explaining. So please don't hate :c
DISCLAIMER. KTHNX)
An American young man was waiting outside his friend's class, his feet shuffling around excitedly. "Just a few days," he muttered, smiling to himself. He heard footsteps behind him, and the young man jumped once he heard a voice.
"Ah! I'm so sorry to disturb you!" cried a voice with a heavy Spanish accent. The Spanish student smiled at him and continued. "Alfred, right?"
Alfred smiled in return nodded. "Yes, Alfred F. Jones at your service," he answered, then making a cocky bow to the other student.
"Antonio, you dipfuck! The front door is that way!" hollered Gilbert, running down the hall pointing to his left.
"Meet me outside, this won't be long," he replied, waving off Gilbert. He turned back to Alfred.
"So, what are you doing here? Gotta friend in this class?" Alfred asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Oh, well, a newfound friend. Lovino Vargas..." Antonio sighed at the end of saying Lovino's name, and Alfred just took a step back, chuckling nervously.
"W-well, me too. He's my closest friend," Alfred stated, receiving back Antonio's attention. Antonio's face darkened.
"He is?" Antonio began, moving his eyes around the hallway, "Well..." Antonio took a few steps towards Alfred, both smiles disappeared. Alfred began to tremble.
"W-what are you d-doing?" Alfred stuttered out, holding his hands up defensively.
"Let me spend time with him," Antonio continued, creeping up to Alfred until inches away from him, "You'll let me, won't you...?"
Alfred pushed Antonio aside and ran his fingers through his own hair in confusement. He hyperventilated and took out his inhaler, took a breath, and started towards the front door.
"You," Alfred snapped, walking away, "are a creepy-ass bastard! Leave Lovino alone!" And with that, Alfred stumbled out, took another breath from his inhaler, and walked away.
Antonio smirked, pleased that Alfred was gone. Now, Lovino was his. All his. No American in his way, and he knew Lovino had no excuses. Antonio found a small mirror and messed with his hair, practiced his killer smiles, and straightened his shirt. He heard the door open, and found his precious Lovino limping out, and met with his gaze.
"Hello," Antonio greeted, nearly skipping to Lovino's side, "May I carry your bag, Lovi?"
Lovino gave him a puzzled look, looking up and down at Antonio. Antonio was pleased his Lovino was thinking about him, taking in his appearance, so he wouldn't forget. Lovino finally shrugged and handed him the heavy bookbag. Antonio swung it onto his back, and put his arm around Lovino.
"What are you doing?" Lovino question, giving Antonio a snappy look. Antonio just smiled and answered without skipping a beat.
"Helping you walk, Lovi."
"Can you stop calling me that?"
"Absolutely not, Lovi."
Lovino stopped, and inquiringly glared at Antonio, now adding attitude to his voice.
"Oh, why not?"
"Because," Antonio began, his facial expression turning serious, "I think it's special, just like you."
Lovino's face softened and even showed hints of pink, but he shook it and limped forward, with Antonio following him.
"Whatever. My dipfuck of a brother should be waiting outside to take us home."
Antonio nodded and stared at his Lovino as they walked, and hesitated to speak for a moment, but then...
"May I go to your house, Lovi?"
Lovino just stopped in his steps and didn't even look up.
"W-what?"
Antonio walked in front of Lovino to get his gaze. He lifted Lovino's chin up softly, to find a cringing face looking back at him.
"May I go to your house?" Antonio asked a bit more softly, smiling tenderly. Lovino's face softened, and the sneer looked a bit forced. Lovino's eyes darted around nervously, his face reddened, and he finally nodded, then continued limping towards the door. Antonio happily followed beside him, nearly skipping to open the door.
As they walked to Feliciano's car, Antonio whistled a happy and upbeat tune. Lovino shot him a glare and Antonio only smiled and continued whistling. Feliciano waved at Lovino and his approching friend, even though he had no idea who the friend was.
"Lovino! Lovino! Let's go Lovino!" he cried, flailing his arms in a joyous but stupid-looking way. Lovino just scoffed.
"Okay. Antonio, this is my idiot brother, Feliciano. Feliciano, this is my imbecilic new friend, Antonio."
Antonio's face hardened when he looked at Feliciano. Feliciano's jublious mood and flailing immediately ceased under the glare. Feliciano awkwardly smiled, but trembled within Antonio's harsh gaze. He stuck out his hand frighteningly to shake, and Antonio firmly shook it, then greeted him with a small grumble. While Antonio was scaring the living crap out of Feli, Lovino got himself in the car. Lovino reached over to the driver's wheel and honked.
"Come on! You're both so damn slow!"
Feliciano jumped and screamed, since he got used to the quiet. Antonio's expression became a heart-warming smile once he heard Lovino's commanding. He jumped into the backseat without hesitation, resting his head against Lovino's shoulder, which quickly resulted in grumpy mumbles from Lovino. Antonio was high in the clouds within seconds.
"Lovi," he whispered, making Lovino's hairs stick up. Lovino sharply turned around to see a puppy-dog face from Antonio. The big, sparkly eyes and all.
"W-what do ya want?"
"May I spend the night?"
Lovino's eyebrow darted up and his jaw dropped instantly. Antonio smiled and batted his eyelashes playfully while Feliciano got inside the car and silently began driving. Lovino looked to Feliciano.
"Well... I don't know... hey Feli?"
"Hmm?" Feliciano monotoniously answered.
"May my friend stay the night?" Lovino asked, not sure whether he himself wanted Antonio staying the night. Feliciano's eyes widened and he looked sharply to Lovino.
"Si conosce poco questo ragazzo, Lovino." Feliciano harshly whispered.
"Well, but still..."
"Lovino," Feliciano said sternly, "Non so nemmeno se รจ sicuro."
Lovino rolled his eyes. Then looked back to Antonio who was just humming a Spanish tune, bouncing in his seat. Lovino gave Feliciano a look.
"Oh yeah, he's a killer."
"I'm serious, Lovino."
Lovino rolled his eyes.
"Well, whatever. It's up to you, dipshit," Lovino grumbled. Antonio tapped on his shoulder and silently asked on what Feliciano said. The car was silently driving to their mansion. If you didn't know, their grandpa was stacked, and he wanted the best for his only and precious grandchildren. Feliciano finally nodded while shuddering, and Lovino made a small grin.
"Alright, you're staying," Lovino enthused, sincerely smiling at Antonio. The two both excitedly listed all the things they would do and eat and what video games to play. Feliciano worriedly kept on looking into the rearview mirror at Antonio. Something's very off, Feliciano thought, But I'm not sure what...
Feliciano finally pulled into the drive way, surrounded by fountains and columns and bushes of flowers in which I cannot list them all. Antonio marveled as he slowly opened the door and shuffled out in awe. Lovino just stepped out and got his bag, motioning for Antonio to follow.
Antonio had never seen such a house. He was blinded by the amazing decorations and frontyard ornaments. He smelled the sweet scent of carnations, and felt the marble columns vigorously, dazing out as he did so. He flinched when Lovino softly tapped him and told him to go inside.
"There's more inside, genius," Lovino whispered with a small grin. Antonio's eyes sparkled and he was right behind Lovino when they walked inside. He opened the door to find something he thought he'd only see in his greatest dreams.
A table... with a tablecloth covered in tomatoes.
He rocketed to the table and jumped on it, giggling like a small child, rolling on it until he fell off with a thud. Lovino watched, and cracked up when Antonio hit the ground, still giggling.
"Feliciano couldn't get over it for about a day. I think it might be longer for you."
Antonio got up and brushed himself and straightened his clothes. He looked at Lovino, and took in his appearance. He observed his brunette mop sitting in place on his head, and his amber eyes were surprisingly warm and glowing. His skin was olive-toned and so touchable, so tender, screaming Antonio's name. Lovino's hand seemed to only make Antonio want him even more, just the way everything was about Lovino made him go mental. He slowly crept to Lovino, not moving his gaze.
Antonio caught his scent, a mixture of some soft cologne and tomato juice. And his skin felt so soft, he began to stroke it and feel it with every single fingertip he had. Then Lovino's good hand was placed into Antonio's, and Antonio locked eyes with Lovino, stroking his hand.
"Antonio," Lovino softly uttered, not moving his eyes.
"Lovi?"
"Why are you doing this?" Lovino's eyes looked down, and he slowly put his hand back to his sides.
"I..." Antonio paused, looking down as well. "I don't know, I..." he walked away quickly and he found the first bathroom he could find in the huge hall of rooms. He slammed the door and locked it, collapsing into a ball on the floor. He reached into his pocket desperately and found his medicine capsule. He shook it violently, biting his lip. Nothing was inside.
"No..." he muttered, fingers trembling. He growled and ripped apart the capsule in seconds, grumbling in a mixture of fear and rage. He buried his face in his hands.
"I can't afford any more... I'm all out..." he mumbled, rocking himself back and forth. He heard Lovino knock on the door.
"Antonio? You in here?"
He got up immediatle and opened the door, with a plastered smile on his face.
"I'm right here. Perfectly fine." Antonio answered. Lovino looked behind him and saw the torn plastic on the ground, and widened his eyes.
"Is that a... medicine capsule?" Lovino asked, pointing at the remains. Antonio closed the door behind him and dragged Lovino out of the hallway in a panic.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Antonio quickly mumbled, sitting down on the living room couch, smiling very fakely. Lovino froze in his steps, and caculated the situation.
"You're out of some kind of medicine, or are you a druggie?"
"Medicine," Antonio answered quickly, "but if I don't have any, I'll sure act like a druggie."
"You're messed up too?"
"More than you know, Lovino," Antonio answered with a dark face, "way more than you would believe."
