"Lovina! This would look so cute on you."

A tiny blush spread across my face. "No."

Somehow, a simple day with my bitch sister's friends turned in to a date with a fucking weird Spaniard named Antonio.

Ludwig suggested they should see a movie but I'd already seen it so Antonio said he'd stay with me. The bastard begged! But, fuck, I had to admit he was sexy.

"Mia tomate? Are you feeling okay?"

My face had paled and I felt a little dizzy. "I'm fine, bastard. And I am not your 'tomate'."

As we walked through the mall, teenage girls sent me disapproving glances. Fuck you. It's not my fault I'm cancerous and ugly. And I have a sexy Spanish guy next to me to prove the point. That I'm ugly, that is. Śi.

My breathing got rather ragged and loud after that. "An...Antonio..." I murmured in barley a whisper.

Fuck me and my small voice.

"Antonio!" I said.

The bastard turned around and I fell to my knees. People around me gasped. "I'm...not okay..."

My ears rang and I couldn't fucking hear anymore.

"Sorry."

"Lovi? Lovi! She's awake!"

I opened my eyes to see Romeo in my face. "Fuck, get away, you creepy bastard..." My voice was small and I could barley talk.

My brother moved away from my face. "Felicia! She's awake!"

"How long have I been sleeping...?" I asked faintly.

Felicia frowned. "2 days, sorella."

Oh, fuck me. I was asleep for 2 whole days?! Sexy Tomato bastard probably forgot about me by now and went home.

"You sure made an impression on my friends. Antonio-"

Boom. She dropped the a-bom. Da-yum.

"-and Gilbert-"

What the fuck?

"-have been waiting for you since you passed out! They both even slept in their chairs!"

Now, that's fucking creepy. That's fucked up.

I puffed out my cheeks. "Let the-" I paused while I thought of a creative thing to call them. "Shit-storms in."

Bam. That 99% has grown, and it's coming straight towards you, Lovina.

"Oh, Gilbert went home." Felicia sighed.

Back the fuck up. 50%. "So, the tomato bastard is still here?"

"Huh?"

"Antonio...the tomato bastard."

"Oh. Śi."

I sighed.

Felicia shrugged.

"Sorry."

"Feeling better, tomate?"

I eyed the attractive shit-storm and twitched my eye. "My name is Lovina. And, sure. This is all your fault, bastard. If you wouldn't have believed me when I said I was okay then I wouldn't be in this fucking sit-u-a-tion!" I accentuated the parts of the word as I bopped his fucking nose. I'm badass.

Antonio bit his lip and looked away.

Oh, fuck, that was attractive. My face lit up in a full-on blush.

The Spaniard looked back at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Sorry."

I'm sorry I'm having way to much fun with the 'sorry's. Should I keep doing them? Let me know if they're annoying. I'll stop ^^ suggestions about things that would make this story better? I always appreciate reviews! ;3 (haloperidol everyone gets my 'shit storm' reference.)