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MONDAY AFTERNOON: Stalkers are always creepy. Even if they are hot Spanish bastards.
Last time on Seven Day Story…
"Hey, Lovino, wait! I'll walk you to your room~" Antonio yelled from behind him, his soccer skills making him able to keep up with Lovino's natural Italian speed.
"W-What the heck, Antonio? W-Why are you following me!"
"But I want to walk you to your room~" Antonio answered as he nears the Italian.
"W-Wha-? Why the heck do you want to walk me in my room?" he tried to increase his pace.
"Eh? Isn't it obvious?" the Spaniard asked, increasing his speed as well.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Lovino is obviously flustered by all of this. "What do you want from me?"
"I just want to walk you to your room~" Antonio fussed, now side by side with the Italian.
Lovino was dumbfounded by the turn of events. Why in the name of pizza is Antonio being clingy right now?
"Lovino…" Bella suddenly appeared in the hallway, staring at the two of them questioningly.
"-and also, maybe we could walk home together later!" Antonio stated.
But Lovino has stopped listening. Panic hit him. W-Will she confess to this bastard now? Lovino felt his heart sink. Oh no. He cannot stomach the scene where Bella would throw her arms around the Spanish bastard! For some reason, the background of his imagination was at a beach.
"Antonio," he whispered darkly. The Spaniard leaned down to hear better. "This is my room so… GET THE FUCK OFF ALREADY!" The Italian screamed as he elbowed Antonio in the ribs, with enough force to send him flying 10 meters back (oh yes, Lovino has that amount of strength). He then dusted himself and whipped back his bangs as if nothing happened.
"Ciao, Bella!" he said in a winning voice. The Belgian girl flinched at the sudden transformation.
"Uhh… H-Hello…"
"I have already asked Antonio to meet you after class behind the music room," Lovino told her silkily. "It was really a pity that he had an appointment right now so he can't meet you now so…" he is now pushing a very confused Bella ("I-I thought I saw him with you j-just now…" "It's just your imagination.") inside their room. Once in, he slammed the door close for any intruding Spaniard.
"What the hell just happened?" Antonio groaned, still lying down the hallway.
"That's what I would like to ask you young man," a very bored German instructor asked him, though his blank expression makes him look very uninterested. "You do know that you are not allowed to lay down the hallway, don't you?"
The afternoon passed by quickly. As soon as they reached the room, Bella run off to her Hungarian best friend, leaving Lovino time to contemplate at the situation.
At least, I have that bastard's words that he wouldn't be accepting any other girl's confession. All I have to do is make them meet and then leave them alone then by tomorrow, I'll just have to watch them and their sappy sweetness all over the place. Lovino felt a lump in his throat. You can do it, Lovino. That way you can make Bella happy…
Lovino was very absorbed in his own dilemma that he haven't noticed Elizabeta smirking at him all the while.
At dismissal, Lovino found a certain Spaniard waving at him. He raised his eyebrows at Antonio then glanced at Bella. She looks determined. Lovino let out a breath and went towards the Spaniard.
"Ciao."
"Hola!" he greeted back.
"About the favor I asked you, you can go behind the music room now," Lovino told him as he saw Bella skipping away from the corner of his eye.
"You aren't coming?"
"No," he said flatly. No way in hell.
"But you should?"
"Why?" Lovino is getting impatient. The idiot is making Bella wait. The nerve of him.
"So we can walk home together~"
"Why the hell would I want to walk home with you?" the Italian asked increduously.
"Isn't it natural?" asked the Spaniard. He looked utterly confused.
"Why is that?"
Antonio pouted, and tilted his head questioningly. But then he had a sudden idea. "But I did you a favor of staying away from other girls. So do me a favor of letting me walk you home!" he proudly proclaimed his bright idea.
This made Lovino think deeply. The Spaniard indeed has every right to ask him a courtesy…
So he agreed.
"Whatever."
Lovino settled himself in the music room. He can clearly see the confession scene from the window. So he turned his back from the glass. But he could still hear the conversation. He noticed a violin sitting at the corner of the room. He played to drown the voices outside. But it's still not enough.
"Uhmmm… uhmmm…" Bella began.
Despite not being able to see, Lovino can clearly imagine the agitated look of his friend, stuttering on her words. She would be blushing a bit and looking down. No guy could ever refuse such an adorable girl.
"I r-really l-like you so…"
Way to go, Bella, Lovino cheered inwardly. To be able to say the things he could never say…
"W-Would you…"
Lovino tried to picture Antonio. What would his expression look like? What expression does he wear to make Bella this nervous? And why is he not speaking at all?
"...go out with me?"
Bella's voice was small but Lovino still heard it. Now, it's Antonio's turn to speak. Somehow, Lovino felt alone. Once the Spaniard accepts Bella's confession, they will definitely forget that there was an Italian playing the violin in the music room. That stupid bastard. He will never forgive him if he hurt Bella.
"Actually…" said Antonio.
Lovino intensified his music. He played louder, so as not to hear the Spaniard's voice. Stupid Antonio. Stupid stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. Taking his best friend away.
Making him wait for him.
Of course, after everything he's done, he'd still walk home alone. So why the hell did that bastard even made him wait? Walk home together… who the hell wants to walk home with a guy? Of course in the end, he'll walk Bella home. He'll walk his girlfriend home. His pretty girlfriend. That bastard. They'll be walking hand-in-hand, probably on some beach somewhere… They would be laughing heartily. He wouldn't even remember -
"Lovino~" Antonio called as he entered the room.
He paused to look at the Italian, trapped in his own trance as he played the violin. Lovino was stunnning-ly beautiful. His eyes were closed in reverie, lips curled and frowning like the sad music he makes, cheeks glowing with tear-stains?
"Lovino…"
The music stopped. Now, the Italian was staring blankly at Antonio, as if disbelieving. He walked towards Lovino while clapping.
"Why are you here?"
Lovino's voice was distant.
"Aren't we going home together?" Antonio answered cheekily. Lovino was astonished. "You play really good, by the way."
"What about… W-What about Bella?"
The Spaniard clicked his tongue. He sent Lovino a cold stare while saying, "But, didn't you ask me not to accept any other girl's confession?"
"But she's not any other girl! She's the girl!" Lovino snapped.
Antonio frowned. "But still… I've already accepted a confession before her."
Lovino's face was unfathomable. He looks angry. But there was a hint of relief in his eyes.
"W-Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Antonio was very confused at Lovino.
"Why did I have to tell you?"
The Italian was flabbergasted. He bit his lip. Why did Antonio have to tell him, really? Of course the Spaniard has no reason to. Who the hell is he in Antonio's life anyway?
"I-I'm sorry. Let's go home."
The Italian took his bag and walked out the door without sparing the Spaniard as much as a glance.
"Lovino…" Antonio called. "Wait."
But the Italian kept walking.
"Oy, wait!"
He kept walking.
"Wait!"
Antonio grabbed his shoulder and made him face him.
"W-What?" Lovino sniffed.
"Why are you walking too fast? Did I do something wrong?"
"N-No," Lovino looked down.
"Are you angry?" Antonio cupped his cheeks to face him again.
"…" Lovino felt trapped in his emerald orbs. "No!"
"But why are you running away from me?"
"Why are you following me?"
"Why shouldn't I?"
The Italian scowled at him. "Why should you?"
Antonio's jaws fell. There must be a big misunderstanding in here. Lovino glowered and turned his back at him again, walking really fast. He was about to enter the gate to his house when Antonio grasped his hand.
"What!"
"Lovino, are you misunderstanding something?" he asked urgently.
"Wha-t?"
"But aren't we… aren't we dating?"
If Lovino is a computer, he had hanged. He stared blankly at the Spaniard, as if taking years to process his last words. Inside his head, there was someone screaming.
W-W-W-WHAT THE HELLLLL?
Lovino realized that he was holding their gate's steel door. Without a second thought, he slammed it close to the Spaniard's hopeful face, making an ear-splitting noise. Serves him right.
"Fratello? Who's at the gate?" Feliciano asked when Lovino entered their house.
"No one Feli. Just an annoying door-to-door salesman. Ignore him," Lovino droned monotonously as he walked to his bedroom like a robot. He also slammed his door close.
And then he let his mind wander.
What is wrong with that guy's brain? What made him think that we are d-d-dating?
The answer came too quickly for his liking.
"So… this 'just anyone' rule… will it also include me?" (he said this a while ago during lunch break)
He banged his head onto the pillow.
What the fuck. Seriously?
to be continued.
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