~Lovino POV~
Remember when we were in the cafe, and we were in that 'man group hug' and I said it was awkward? Well that moment doesn't even BEGIN to compare to the situation right now. I'm sitting on my couch, clutching a pillow as though my life depends on it, and listening to Antonio whistle while he cooks me dinner. Oh GOD- I feel like a married couple. Which despite being a possibility for the futu- WHAT THE FUCK AM I SAYING? Fucking fantastic. Well, if I didn't feel like a girl before, I sure as hell do now. Anyway I'm listening to the bastard whistle while he cooks. What the hell is that? This isn't the 1950's. We aren't going to spring into a musical number about how great it is to be alive or some shit like that.
He is making me pizza (I refused to eat anything else he suggested) and I can't help but to turn and stare every few minutes... JUST TO MAKE SURE HE'S DOING IT CORRECTLY ASSHOLES!
I've been doing that for the last twenty minutes or so. I think he's supposed to be making the dough by now...
I tried to sneak another peak- there he is... Throwing the dough up in the air... Looking. Straight. At. Me.
~Antonio POV~
Wahhhhhh I get to eat dinner with Lovi! And more than that, I'm cooking him dinner AND he's checking me out! He thinks I don't notice, but I do~~! I need to impress him, so he can realize how much he loves me. I'm positive about it! Lovi DOES love me! I just don't want to say anything, because... Well... On the slim, non-probable, minuscule, slight, chance he doesn't... Our friendship would be ruined… and I'd probably lose one of my vital regions…
So I'll just stick with admiring (stalking/obsessing) from afar. Ooh! I bet if I twirled the pizza in the air he'd be impressed!
So I turned to do what I set out for and I couldn't help it! I knew Lovi would be looking and I HAD to look at his cute little face!
Ahah! I was right! He is!
~Lovino POV~
So as the idiot threw the dough into the air he got the BRILLIANT idea, to completely ignore the dough as gravity worked it's magic, to stare at me. And of course I felt something familiar, warm, red, and embarrassing flow throughout my cheeks.
"Idiot!" I shouted, but at the last second the dough fell... Right onto his head.
He looked like a ghost. An incredibly tanned, tall, Spanish ghost. It didn't help that he was covered in flour either.
I couldn't help it; at first I just put down my head and tried to suppress the urge that was coming over me... But I couldn't.
I leaned my head back
Closed my eyes...
And laughed my ass off.
~Antonio POV~
Oh no I can't see! Wh- What do I do?
Oh... Yeah! The pizza dough!...
Oh yeah... The pizza dough...
I hope Lovi isn't too upset about- wait is he laughing?
I took the ruined piece of dough off my bead to see my adorable little Lovi laughing. Awwh! What a cute laugh he has! I NEVER see... Err... I guess hear, him laugh! I have to take a picture!
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Thank god it's on silent, so Lovi didn't hear me take the pictures. After I had taken about 7 of him laughing he finally decided to look at me.
"BASTARD!" he shouted and leapt off the couch to chase me around the kitchen. I decided that as soon as he got a hold of me he'd try to delete the pictures, so I sent them to my email.
He finally caught up to me when my shirt snagged on our kitchen counter and I was flung backwards.
"Ha! Serves you right you bastard! Now give me the damn camera!" he sat down on my stomach and tried to reach my phone. He finally got a hold of my wrist when I put my arms above my head and he had to lean across my torso to grab it.
His face was right in front of mine
I REALLY liked this position...
~Lovino POV~
Ha! I finally got my phone ba-
Oh.
Shit.
My blush before... Yeah that was newly fallen snow compared to the raging red flood that just burst across my face.
How do I even get out of this position without it being completely awkward? I mean the bastard has more than likely figured out just how perverted this position is! I mean... My chest is DIRECTLY on top of his...
Oh god... I can FEEL him breathing... Why is it so rigged?
"Uhm Lovi?" Antonio asked kind of shyly, which made me even more self conscious.
"Uh s-sorry.." I said trying to get up, but the bastard pit his freaking arm around my waist! What the fuck was he doing! Does he know how awkward this is for ME? Hell I've loved the guy ever since middle school and have DREAMED of this same situation… BUT THAT WAS BEFORE IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED!
A/N- I. AM. SO. SORRY. For many things really, I guess the first is the shortness of this chapter. Second has to be the ending… I personally HATE cliffhangers because well… I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TOO! I have no idea what I'm going to do with them in that situation. Also this was rushed I KNOW I wrote it in a day because I don't know when I'll be able to post again because I'm going to Charleston, South Carolina (IF YOU LIVE THERE SAY SO… we can grab Starbucks and search for Gay couples in the park :3) because my bro is going to the college of Charleston- ITS SO PRETTY- and I'll be gone til Sunday. But don't fret my children, I have an iTouch and an imagination on steroids and I should finish this story and start a new (hopefully better) one. If you have any ideas for that let me know to~ I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANKS FOR READING!
