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I've had this typed up forever ago and I don't feel like going to fix it, so… For the time being, enjoy? I'll probably fix it in the near future or something… lD'''

Ch. 3

The rest of that day passed by pretty quickly and I wrote some lyrics that even I was pretty proud of.

The next day in lunch, I found Belgie and passed her my lyrics. "Read this! You can't possibly tell me this is bad." I seated myself next to her and put my arms around her as she was skimming through.

But not even a minute later, she put down the lyrics on her table. Wait, she couldn't have read the whole thing in that short of a time period…!

"Lovi, I'm actually surprisingly impressed by these lyrics but there's one thing that peeves me: I can tell you wrote this pretty quickly last night. Yes, it has…um…alright quality, but these lyrics lack emotion. All I can sense out of these lyrics coming from you are, 'Oh my holy spirit from above, I hate thiiiiis. But I wanna go on a date so give me some type of power in my hands!'"

Well, alright, maybe I was a little annoyed while writing that but I'm not THAT insane. "You say I have no emotion? Sounded like your terrible impersonation of me put lots of emotion into this paper with words… of love~. I thought about you while writing this, you know." And with that, I winked and blew her a kiss.

Sadly enough, because of all the years we've hung out with each other, it seems like my charm and wit didn't impress her. Damn.

"Look Lovi," she said. "Exactly how do you expect people to sympathize with you and your lyrics if your first 2 lines are 'When you're not here I can't do anything. I want to eat your cooking'?"

"Well… food is a very important resource to stay alive. You should know that, Belgie. Plus, you make good waffles."

She skimmed through the lyrics sitting in front of her again and pointed randomly at another few lines. "'When you're not here, I don't know anything. Where are the sugar and soy sauce again'?"

"Those just…taste good with your waffles…?"

She facepalmed at my last rebuttal and sighed. "I'll go on a 'date' with you after school today if you really want, but we're going to have to talk more about these lyrics, alright? The sooner we get done with the lyrics, the sooner we can record and practice. I need to know the lyrics before I can arrange the song with our instruments, you know."

"Yeah, you can arrange the instruments. But wait… Why do you want to record the song? We're only going to play it in front of the club for approval and competition against the other bands, right? That means we don't have to record the song."

Just as soon as I finished asking my question and inconveniently before Belgie actually got time to answer, Eliza came by boisterously and took the seat on the other side of Belgie. I just briefly told Belbel that I absolutely agree about the date and we could meet after school in our homeroom class to decide where to go. I then left the table to go search for Antonio, wherever he was.

Speaking of Antonio, where the heck was he? Now that I think about it, he wasn't in homeroom either. Maybe he's just sick. I haven't gone to his house in a while so I could probably go over and visit just to laugh at his pathetic, suffering face. That sounds like a great plan for after the date.

But that tomato bastard's been acting pretty weird lately: Well, lately as in, yesterday and today. What? Does he not trust me enough to tell me what's going on? I wonder if he finally found himself a girlfriend. I mean, if I ever had a girlfriend, I'd totally skip school with her to go out someplace too. Not that I've never had a girlfriend before! I'm totally popular with the ladies and I've had tons of dates within the past week, you know.

Before I knew it, lunch time was over and still no Antonio. He must be doing pretty well with that girlfriend of his, or if I go with that other theory, that virus inside his body's doing an awesome job at beating him up for me. Grazie, virus! But really, he's one of those kids who always come to school. Every year, he gets one of those perfect attendance awards from school (except for that one year in middle school when he caught his first fever during the school week and his mom forced him to take a day off of school). I, on the other hand, skip school all the time so the teachers hate me. But it seems to me that EVERYONE loves Antonio. The friggin' JANITORS know and adore Antonio. It's probably because he speaks Spanish and about 99.999999% of the janitors are Mexican around here. If he loves them so much, he should just go work as a janitor himself. Work where he belongs. Oh, but he likes working out in his tomato garden so maybe lawn mowing might suit him better.

The last few blocks felt painfully slow. I wanna go on my date with Belgie NOW, dammit. Since Antonio was unusually missing from school, I actually decided to take NOTES for him. If I didn't do it, nobody else would and he'd skip out on our "ritual" we have every 3rd Thursday of the month commencing between the times of 3PM-3:01PM and ending whenever he feels he needs to leave to do his homework. Today? Yes, it does so happen to be the 3rd Thursday of the month-… Wait, I'm going on that date so I'm going to skip out on it anyways! What the heck am I taking notes for! I should probably text him to tell him our "ritual"'s off this month because of a date~ Heh, take that, Antonio! I got myself a girl.

While I'm at it, I should probably ask what's up. NOT THAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT THAT IDIOT. NO. It's just… I know other people are worried so I'll ask for their sake. Not his. He has no idea how many people came up to me today asking about why he's absent today. It's not like I control his life, why do they feel the need to ask me!

But once last class was finally let out, I sent him a text asking… stuff. But before I got to click the send button, Belgie had apparently found me in the hallway instead of waiting for me in homeroom like I had told her to do earlier and she snatched the cell phone out of my hands. "What the hell, Belgie! Th-that's private FBI information!"

She cleared her throat with a mischievous grin forming across her face. " 'Dear Antonio, what's up?' Yeah, Lovi, definitely sounds like FBI material there. Let's read on~"

My face turned red and I attempted with all my might to retrieve my cell phone again (still to no avail). Come on! "I was… being nice to him for once…! Give it back to me!"

" 'School was boring today without you. Plus, no tomato from your garden? That ruined my lunch period.' Aw, you sound so adorable on this text, Lovino~ You should write like this more often: be open about your feelings a bit more instead of trying to act like a gentleman when you fail miserably at it. Look, it's even grammatically correct! I'm impressed."

"You better not read any more…" was all I could seem to get out of my mouth at the moment. But of course, she ignored my opposition.

" 'I can't believe you're not here today. You're ALWAYS here. Because of my anger, we're cancelling our monthly ritual. It has nothing to do with going on a date with a girl. Bye moron. Sincerely, Lovino' You need to send me messages like these sometime. But you know, that text right there sounded more emotional than the lyrics you wrote that were apparently written while you visualized me. Which, by the way, is very creepy. It you want to make me fall for you, find not-so-creepy ways please." She laughed and clicked the send button then finally passed me back my cell phone.

I simply frowned as I put my phone back into the place it belonged: my pocket. "I was going to change that message, you know…"

"…Oops. Ah well, too late to change it now. But can I ask you one thing? In the text, it sounded like you didn't know the reason why Antonio's absent… Did he not tell you…?" Her earlier bright face had quickly turned into a saddened expression.

"What do you mean, Belgie?" I don't get it. Why does she look so upset?

"No… It's just… Well, I guess Antonio didn't want you to be worried about him but he's moving away. You never heard that from me, alright? Because if he didn't tell you, there must have been a logical reason… He's helping his mom pack up today and he's leavin-… Hey!"

I sprinted out of the school completely forgetting about the date Belgie and I were planning on going to. Moving! Why would he not tell me something as important as that!

I ran.

I ran the fastest I've ever ran in my entire life. And just to tell you, I've ran quite a bit due to my history of stealing and running from the cops.

It only took me 5 minutes to get to his house when normally it'd take… Well, actually I've never run to his house straight from the school before. You could easily tell people were moving out of this house automatically from the moving truck parked in front. I stood in front of that house, trying to digest the entire situation. Then, I saw the figure that really made me realize that this was really happening. Reality just roundhouse kicked me into my face and it hurt.

That figure was Antonio. He had a huge box in his arms and his legs clearly heading toward the moving truck.

A/N: If you guys haven't noticed, I changed up the format of this a little bit. And when I say format, I mean more along the lines of "hey look, my author's note doesn't look like it's part of the story anymore! Yay!"

Haha. And I'm sorry this story is quite horrible, but once again, this is literally the first story I've ever written on my own just for fun. Haha. (And I wrote this a few months ago, nonetheless)… Maybe I'll write something else for fun sometime within the future which should have better quality. For the time being, I absolutely appreciate all of the people who have favorited, reviewed and done anything else with my story (LOL. That sounds so wrong. lD /shot)