Hey~! new chapter~!

thanks to those who reviewed :3 made me happy.

This chapter is a little short but yeah. Try to enjoy :)

T xxx

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After spending the remainder of the lesson discussing days we'd be able to work on the project, Antonio and I put our stuff away and got ready to leave the classroom. Considering we were both free that evening, we decoded to meet up after last lesson and I was going to go home with Antonio to start some work.

It was walking home that I realised letting Antonio have the camera was a massive mistake.

"¡Hola! So it is the first day and I am walking home with Lovi~" He was point the camera towards his face as he walked, directing it at me as he said my name. I instinctively pushed it away, covering the lens with my palm.

"Stupid. You don't need to film every minute we're together. Only when we're doing something important."

"But Lovi! This is a very important step in our friendship!" I scowled at the over reacting Spaniard who turned the camera off and shoved it in his pocket.

"We're only doing a project, no one said anything about friendship. And who do you think you're calling Lovi?!" I felt myself became a bit red faced, partly from anger and partly from embarrassment. No one had given me a nickname before. Well, Ylenia had but it was a crappy nickname anyway so she hardly ever used it.

"You can call me Tony if you like!"

"I'd rather not." Antonio looked a little confused but quickly perked up as we approached his house.

"Ah! We're here!" He pushed open the door after unlocking it with his key. As soon as the door was open, the colourful sound of traditional Spanish music filled my ears, the scent of paella filling my nostrils.

"Bienvenida a casa Antonio!" A woman's voice sounded from the kitchen where the smell and music was coming from.

"Hola mamá. I've got a friend with me is that ok?" Antonio had lead me past the closed kitchen door and had began to ascend the stairs slowly whilst waiting for his mothers response.

"Only if he likes Paella!" The woman laughed and Antonio rolled his eyes smiling as he continued up the stairs. Once we reached the landing, the Spaniard turned to me and shrugged.

"I can make you something else if you don't like it." It was the first time this afternoon that Antonio has actual been serious about something. Actually, the first time I had seen him serious ever.

"No...It's fine, Paella's nice." I attempted a smile but it didn't feel natural so I just gave up.

"Cool! My room is just there..." Antonio pointed down the hallway at a door. "I'm just gonna go use the bathroom. Oh! And make sure you don't go in the room next to mine by accident. That's mi hermano's room. He might not be in but if he is, he's a bit of an asshole." The spanish boy laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

"Brother?" I was curious. I didn't know the guy had a brother. Besides, it would help the project to know something like that.

"Sí. Well, half brother. Adriano. He's 23 and I don't really like him." Antonio scrunched up his nose in distaste and I nodded, walking towards the door that had first been pointed out to me, as he turned the other way and entered the bathroom.

Upon entering his bedroom my eyes were blinded by the bright red walls. His bedding was green and his pillow shaped like a tomato. All of the wooden furniture was a dark brown and the curtains had small tomatoes all over them.

Awkwardly, I took a seat on his carefully made bed to wait for him. Whilst I was waiting I looked around at the smaller things around his room such as the books and photograph on his bedside table.

There were a few textbooks and a copy of 50 Shades of Grey which was marked about half way through. Despite the last book surprising me and disturbing me quite a bit, the photo was what interested me the most. It showed a young boy of about 6 grinning with a smiling dark haired woman and man with light brown hair. It seemed to be the perfect family. However, as my eyes scanned over the picture I noticed something. The man wore a khaki uniform and held a green beret in his left hand.

"Hey Lovi~ sorry I took so long, I went and got us drinks. We only had tomato juice so sorry if you don't like it but I'm pretty sure I saw you drinking it once in school-" the rambling stopped after Antonio placed down the drinks on his desk and turned round to see what I was looking at. There was a moment of awkward silence before I spoke up, gesturing towards the photo.

"Is this you, your mum and your dad?"

"Sí...I was 5 when that picture was taken." damn. One year out. "That was the last time I saw my dad. He went to fight in the Afghanistan war and never came home..." The boy looked incredibly sad for a moment before perking up a little. "Anyway, it's all in the past now. Do you wanna start writing down some facts about each other?" I stared at him for a second, unable to believe he could still be so happy, before nodding and pulling my notebook from my bag.

We spent about an hour jotting down notes on each other. Most of the things we shared we pretty generic such as family members, favourite food - which for both of us happened to be tomatoes - any pets we had and why he was reading 50 Shades of Grey - turns out his brother tricked him into reading it and aside from the sex stuff the story line was alright. We didn't really delve much into anything too personal. Until he asked what would happen if he pulled the protruding curl on my head. But of course, he didn't stop at asking when I told him it was none of his concern. He decided to pull it.

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So there we sat, in the kitchen as he held an ice pack to his jaw-

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translations: bienvenida a casa - welcome home, hola - hello, hermano - brother.

Adriano is Argentina. Even though I know Spain would technically be older. Shh.

They're 16 which means that his dad would be off to war in 2001. Making it accurate. Kinda. They are in the USA so thats why a spanish dude is going to fight.

Sorry if it's short,

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t xxx