I sat in the parking lot of the grocery store, typing away on my laptop before I lost my inspiration once again. Thank god for my computers amazingly long battery life span.

A grumbling noise coming from my stomach stopped my typing.

Guess I better go in now…

After saving my work, I jumped out of my car and walked into the store, grabbing a cart along the way.

Looking at all of the food in the store made me wish I had made a list, that way I wouldn't have to wander around aimlessly and probably forget a bunch of things, like usual.

On my way through the store I managed to pick up milk, pasta ingredients, pizza, coke, coffee, wine, and cereal, until I finally made it to the tomatoes. Mmm~ Tomatoes…. With them I will now have all of the necessities of life.

Reaching out to grab one of the round delicious fruits, my hand bumped into someone else's who had also apparently been eyeing the exact same tomato.

I turned to glare at the offender, only to be met with bright green. No. Fucking. Way.

"A-ah? Lovi! Wow! It really is you Lovi! Small world~" Small world my ass!

"Are you fallowing me or something, bastard! What are you, a stalker!" I watched in rage as the Spaniard held out his hands in front of him in defense, his expression confused yet still smiling, which pissed me off even more. What the fuck is he even smiling about!

"W-whaa? I assure Lovi, I'm not a stalker hahaha…. You probably do get those a lot though right? People must chase you until you give them an autograph or something?" Is he stupid? Oh wait, he is. Only movie stars get stalked for autographs you moron! Or at least not low life author's like me!

"Look. Tomato creep…. Let's just pretend this meeting never happened. I you do that… then…" I pulled out the tomato we had both wanted and held it out to him, a small blush forming on my cheeks. "I'll give you this tomato…."

There was dead silence between the two of us as he kept glancing from the tomato, to me, to the tomato, and back to me again, until finally- "You're so adorable Lovi!"

All of a sudden, before I even knew what had happened, I was brought into a tight hug by the cheerful Spaniard. "W-What the hell! Let go of me!"

Reluctantly, he did as he was told and took a step back, giving me space to fume. "Hahaha! You look like a tomato Lovi~" My lips formed a straight line as I glared at the offender, until I noticed a little red splotch on his green dress shirt.

Hesitantly, I looked down at my own shirt to see a very similar stain present on my own shirt. My cheeks grew red in fury as I finally let my eyes fall on my hand, which held a crushed tomato.

"Ch-CHIGI!" I head bunted the jerk in the stomach before chucking the rest of the tomato remains at him. "You stained my shirt, jackass!"

Wincing in pain as he stood, Antonio held his stomach as he stared at me guiltily. "I'm sorry Lovi… My apartment is just a block away from here… if you want I can clean your shirt for you to make up for it…?" The look he gave me made it seem like he was a kicked puppy, so eventually I caved.

"Fine… but if the stain doesn't come out you owe me a new shirt!" The Spaniard nodded happily as he fallowed me up to the register.

Once I paid for my food and loaded it into the trunk, I sat in the driver's seat and waited for the bastard to get in, which didn't look like it would be anytime soon considering he was just staring at it in awe.

"Are you coming bastardo?" Finally, the happy go lucky male jumped into the passenger seat excitedly, cradling my laptop in his arms.

I started the car and made my way over to 124 Richmont ave., apparently the morons address.

"Wow! This is your car, Lovi! And this is your laptop! You have all of your stories in here! Can I look at your latest one! Please please please please please please!"

"No way! Don't even think about it you stupid Spaniard!" How dare he even think about seeing my unedited stories! Not to even mention before they are even published! What, does he think he's special or something! WE AREN'T EVEN FRIENDS! MORON!

"Aww~ But Lovi-"

"We're here!" Thank god now just shut up!

I parked the car and got out, fallowing the complete stranger into his apartment….. suddenly I'm not too sure this was a good idea…

"Apartment number 204~ In case you ever need me just come on over~ I keep a spare key under the rug-"

"What the hell is wrong with you! You do realize that we just met for the first time earlier today right! And you already told me where you keep your spare key!" How much more of a moron can a person get!

"But I trust you, Lovi~" No more words were exchanged as he opened his door and walked on in. I slowly fallowed behind, shutting the door as I went. I half expected to be shoved into the wall and murdered then and there, thankfully, that didn't happen. Instead, the Spaniard simply walked into his kitchen and grabbed two tomatoes.

"Hey Lovi~ While I clean your shirt do you want to borrow one of mine~?" A tomato was placed in my hand as he was speaking, but I didn't complain. I've been craving a sweet tomato since…. This morning….. Has it really only been since last night that I ate a tomato? Hmm… it feels like it's been months….

"Sure" I responded nonchalantly as the brunette walked off into another room.

I examined the red fruit before gently placing it up against my lips and slowly taking a big bite out of it, letting the juices flood into my mouth. Perfect.

I took a moment to take in my surroundings. Tomato wall paper decorated the kitchen walls, accompanied by green walls in the connected living room in a layout much like my own, only smaller…. And much more clean.

There was but a single hall, also much like my own, with three doors, which I assumed were also a bedroom, bathroom, and living room. All in all out layouts were very similar, only his seemed to be oddly miniature in comparison…. Maybe my rooms are just much more spacious?

I couldn't help but feel that his apartment felt very similar to the potato bastard and my fratello's house… it was very…. Homey….

My eyes wandered over to a few pictures that were hanging on the walls. I glanced at the first one and was immediately taken back. I let out a small shriek.

"What's wrong!" The idiot came running in with a white "I LOVE TOMATOES" Shirt on as well as carrying another black shirt in his arms.

"T-turtle!" I hate turtles!

"Whaa? You mean the picture?" I couldn't help but notice the smile on the Spaniards lips. DOES HE NOT REALIZE THE SERIOUSNESS OF THIS SITUATION!

"Yes the picture! It has a turtle on it! Do you not know how scary those things can be! I was at the beach one time on a high school field trip and got attacked by a giant mob of them! THEY'RE EVIL!"

I tried to catch my breath after my rant, only to glare at Antonio as he started to laugh. "That just means they like you Lovi~"

"Chigi! No they don't they tried to drown me! I don't even know how to swim and they carried me out into the ocean!" The smile that seemed to almost always be present on the bastards face disappeared into a look of disbelief.

"You don't know how to swim Lovi!" Oh crap. Dammit. I just told a complete stranger something to personal….

"No…. What's it to you?" I slowly started unbuttoning my stained shirt that I had just remembered about.

"You can't live a life without swimming! It's just incomplete!" I chucked my shirt at the Spanish moron before crossing my arms over my bare chest.

"Oh yeah? Says who?" Antonio grabbed the shirt I threw at him and tossed me the black one he had in his arms earlier, but not after staring at my chest longer than necessary. What? Never seen a chest before or something? Asshole.

"Says me Lovi~ You're even skinnier than I thought…. I don't think that's healthy…" Oh. So that's it.

"Tch. What's it to you?" I put on the black shirt that had a little tomato cartoon on it that looked rather adorable actually…. But none the less the shirt was way too big on me, oh well. Doesn't matter to me.

The Spaniard once again disappeared into another room, only to come back seconds later, the sound of a washing machine echoing from a distance.

"Because I care, Lovi~ Want something to drink?" I felt my face heat up. Dumbass… don't throw words like that around so carelessly…

"No thanks…. I have to go back to my place and get to work before Bella decides to take it upon herself to make me finish up the rest before deadlines…. When it's done just call me…" I wrote down my phone number on a note pad and pen conveniently placed on the counter next to me before ripping it off and handing it to the cheery Spaniard.

"Will do Lovi! Good luck!" I raised a hand as a wave of good bye before walking out of his apartment and back into the slightly chilly afternoon air of April.

I wonder if I'll ever actually get my shirt back from that shitty bastard…