((AN: The song in the first chapter is "New Start" by From Dawn to Fall c: I do not own it.))
Romano leaned against the brick wall outside the auditorium. He brought his cigarette to his lips and inhaled. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the nicotine flowing inside him. His long brown eyelashes rested on his cheeks, allowing the moonlight to illuminate his Olive colored skin tone. Romano exhaled. The smoke flowed out of his mouth, infecting the atmosphere. The Italian's shiny green orbs opened and stared at the cigarette in hand. He flicked the butt with his nail impatiently and tried to ignore the few pieces of ash that landed on his prized leather jacket.
"Where the fuck is he…?" Romano whispered to himself. Antonio was supposed to be there to pick him up over an hour ago. Romano tried to sound angry and muttered cuss words, but on the inside he was hurting. He clenched his teeth and tossed the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with the heel of his worn converse shoes.
Romano sighed and tilted his head up to stare at the stars. The Italian shoved his hands in his pockets, fiddling with his lighter and some spare change.
"Antonio…" His eyes were beginning to get watery and Romano's voice cracked. "Where are you?"
Suddenly, he heard the back door opening with a loud creak. Romano pushed himself off the wall and stood up straight. An albino man carrying a guitar case appeared.
The red head scoffed when he realised who it was, "You're still here?"
Gilbert laughed his signature laugh and Romano felt his heart beat faster.
"I could say the same to you! Didn't 'Tonio say he was going to pick you up?"
Romano got quiet. The albino knew Romano like the back of his hand and could tell when something was wrong. He figured the Italian probably wasn't up to talking right now. Gilbert and Romano were only a couple years apart and have known each other since they were kids. They started the band with just the two of them, gaining an English bass player and an American percussionist along the way. Before they knew it, they were playing gigs, thanks to Arthur's experience. He was the only one who's ever been in a band before so he kinda doubles as a manager.
"Hey, I'll walk you home. It's not that far from my apartment anyway."
The usually straight forward and outspoken lead singer was still quiet. Gilbert swore he felt a shiver go down his spine. Something was definitely wrong with Romano.
"... Go home." The red head muttered and turned on his heels. Romano dug in his pockets then a click echoed in the alleyway as Romano lit up another cigarette. The red head only managed to take one drag before Gilbert grabbed Romano's wrist, the cigarette flying onto the ground.
"That's a bad habit, Romano. Especially when you're underage."
Romano glared at him over his shoulder and tore his wrist from the albino's grasp.
"Don't tell me what to do! It's none of your business anyway, bastard!" Romano pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. Gilbert smiled and ruffled Romano's hair. Sometimes it seemed as if Romano hadn't grown at all attitude-wise. It was hard to believe Romano was almost an adult already...
"Come on. I'll take you home." The albino guitarist changed the subject. Gilbert stepped onto the sidewalk and Romano followed hesitantly. The Prussian laughed when he received a hard jab to the ribs.
"Shut the fuck up." Romano smiled.