HEIR FOUND IN CALIFORNIA

MISSING GRANDSON RETURNS TO NEW YORK

CALIFORNIA LOVE STORY?

There were only a few other instances that Antonio heard about Lovino.

Antonio had sent back his things.

The guitar, the violin. The clothes. All packed into a large box signed for Lovino Vargas to be sent across the country.

Feli had sent him a text, a Thanks!, when they must have gotten the package, and then there was nothing.

He later found a pair of Sharpie-stained Converse in the back of his Jeep.

There had been an interview on TV.

"What made you run away?" the woman asked.

He had his green gaze focused downward - at this moment, Antonio loathed golden contacts and brown hair dye - and then he looked up at her. "I wasn't going to wait for change to come to me."

Lovino could see how she wanted to question him on that statement. At last, "Your brother says he played a part in this. Is that true?"

"He was like… the match. I was the stone. All that was needed was a spark and then I would be unstoppable."

"And this "spark"?"

Lovino grinned. "Wanderlust."

"What finally stopped you?"

His smile disappeared. "Love. Love is what stopped me."

He found Lovino's abandoned Tumblr.

A couple of audio posts of songs he had covered. A single "WIP" of some dress that had long since been out.

Reblogged photos of France and The Netherlands and Norway and Italy.

The most recent post was a photo of him and his brother at some café. Feli had a strawberry smoothie and Lovino had a coffee. They had forgotten sunglasses hanging from the collars of their T-shirts.

"... Hello, this is Lovino speaking."

"Hey…? Lovi-?"

Lovino hung up.

Antonio threw his phone into the water from where he stood on the dock.

One Year Later

Antonio saw the newspapers again. And the news.

HEIR RAISES TROUBLE AGAIN

UNEXPECTED TWIST - FORMER CLOTHING HEIR TO BECOME SINGER?

The interviews.

His first album, Starlight.

The radio.

Antonio was sure he heard Sunkissed almost every single day.

Antonio was sure

that almost every song on that album

was about

their summer.

Antonio found himself in New York.

Lovino was touring, and New York City was his last concert.

Feli said he would be waiting outside for him at the end - and Antonio clung tightly to that promise because it was his only chance of even telling Lovino he was sorry. And Antonio hated that he even slightly hoped that Lovino might want him back.

He got through the crowd, got to his seat with a bottle of water. The day was hot and every seat seemed to be packed. He had a good seat, of course he did. But now was the wait until the concert would start.

When it began, the stadium lights diminished and the stage lights blew up.

Lovino stood there, looking wild and invincible, with the opening notes of Sunkissed blasting behind him.

Lovino stood there in some punk-rock band T-shirt and Sharpie-detailed Converse.

Lovino stood there, looking as though a summer of love hadn't stopped him.

"Now… how does New York City feel about me covering a song to close this tour? I think I have a good one in mind." Lovino said into his headset, lazily strumming a few chords on his guitar.

He grinned when the crowd cheered.

Antonio was still buzzing from the last song.

"Yeah? Okay." and he disappeared beneath the stage.

The stadium had settled into an impatient silence, before murmurs of wondering what song it could be began to filter around.

A beat echoed from the speakers, and the stage lights lit up pink, soft yet… neon. After a moment, there was another beat, and the pink lights again. Another beat, and blue lights.

Pink, pink. Blue, blue. White.

In its rhythmic pattern, it had to be his heartbeat.

Lovino was there, violin propped beneath his chin. He played sharp notes, and the starry night sky that was projected on to the screen behind him seemed to glitch.

He paused, smiling a bit. "... Say you'll remember me."

The crowd cheered.

Lovino played several more notes, to set up the base of the song, and he used a device that kept repeating the sounds. Setting his beloved instrument down, Lovino stood at the microphone stand.

The stars gleamed.

Pink, blue, white.

He said "Let's get out of this town."

Drive out of the city,

away from the crowds.

I thought "Heaven can't help me now,"

Nothing lasts forever,

but this is gonna take me down.

He's so tall, and handsome as hell,

he's so bad but he does it so well.

I can see the end, as it begins, my one condition is...

Say you'll remember me,

standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe.

Red lips and rosy cheeks,

say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams...

Wildest dreams…

I said, "No one has to know what we do."

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.

And his voice is a familiar sound.

Nothing lasts forever,

but this is getting good now.

He's so tall, and handsome as hell,

he's so bad but he does it so well.

And when we've had our very last kiss,

my last request it is...

Say you'll remember me,

Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe.

Red lips and rosy cheeks,

say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams...

Wildest dreams...

You'll see me in hindsight,

tangled up with you all night,

burning it down.

Some day when you leave me,

I bet these memories follow you around.

You see me in hindsight,

tangled up with you all night,

burning it down, down.

Some day when you leave me,

I bet these memories follow you around, follow you around.

Say you'll remember me,

Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe.

Red lips and rosy cheeks,

Say you'll see me again even if it's just pretend...

A second of silence, and then fireworks shot up into the sky.

White and shimmering and unexpected.

Wild and unstoppable.

Say you'll remember me,

Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe.

Red lips and rosy cheeks,

Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams...

In your wildest dreams...

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams...

In your wildest dreams, ah ha...

The music continued to hum lowly, enough for Lovino to catch his breath and shout, "Goodnight, New York City!"

Then he was gone, and Antonio was running to meet with Feli.

And Lovino didn't know.

He was

honestly happy

to just turn around

and see Antonio standing there.

Lovino leaned into Antonio's warmth when he was hugged from behind. They stood together on the balcony, and Lovino still somehow seemed amazed at the flooded traffic beneath him and the bright lights around him.

"What are you doing here? I thought you didn't want me around anymore." he wondered aloud at last, aware of the gentle kisses that Antonio placed on his neck. It really didn't matter, they had kissed against the door of the hotel room plenty enough only an hour ago.

So many

apologetic

kisses.

Antonio looked at him, as if he could have said the exact same thing, and Lovino was lost in how teal the moonlight made his eyes out to be.

"... Well," Antonio said after several quiet minutes. He could see the starlight in Lovino's eyes. "it's much easier to remember someone that you love. How could I even forget about you?"

A/N - Haha, sure.

I'm sorry that this wasn't up last night, and I'll be honest and say that I fell asleep. It was too late by the time I woke up to keep working on it, but here it is now - in it's rather half-assed glory! This story was just an idea that I had to get out, just like Trip And Fall, so it doesn't feel like one of my best works either. Oh well, as long as everyone that read it enjoyed it, right?

Also, you can thank The Forgotten Traveller for getting me into writing another fanfic, which is temporarily titled Without Love, and I hope that you can read that soon! ^^