Three hours. Three fucking hours wasted in a waiting room, with nothing to do but ignore the chatty idiot sitting beside me. Does this sound like the ideal way to spend your day? I don't think so!
When we finally saw a doctor, we got stuck with some guy that looked like he was going to fall asleep any second. After a half an hour, he told me that I would be fine and that I should take an Advil and sleep it off. Oh, and that I'd probably have a headache for awhile. Yeah, no shit Sherlock.
"Hey mi tomate, why don't you say something?" said Antonio, keeping his eyes glued to the road as he drove out of the hospital lot. I huffed and sank lower in my seat, stubbornly looking out the passenger's window. I really wasn't in the mood to talk, especially if he keeps calling me his tomato. Which I'm not!
The car stopped and I looked up at him confused. "Why did you stop you tomato sucking bastard?" I said as I glared at him.
"You should really stop glaring like that, your face might get stuck like that!" he laughed and I smacked him on the head, smirking when he winced.
"Shut up and answer my question!" I yelled, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him impatiently. He rubbed the spot I hit and glanced at me, frowning for once.
"Alright, alright, no need to get violent mi pequeños tomate!"
"For the last fucking time Antonio... I am not a tomato, and I'm not yours!" I growled, trying to sound threatening.
"If you told me your name, we wouldn't have this problem" he said.
I blinked, realizing I still hadn't told the bastard my name yet... but only because he didn't deserve to know it, not because I forgot to tell him!
"...it's Lovino" I mumbled, stubbornly staring out the car window.
"What did you say? I couldn't hear you mi tomate~!" he teased me and poked my cheek. I quickly slapped his hand away, glaring at him as I did so. Whoever told him it's ok to touch people without their permission needs to get their fucking head examined! I've known this guy for what, a couple of hours? In my opinion that doesn't give him permission to touch me, at all.
"My name is Lovino you bastard!" I turned around to face him, yelling in his ear. He almost fell backwards in his seat, stopping himself by grabbing the steering wheel and accidentally pressing the horn. He flinched away from the wheel, startled by the horn. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a little. He looked like a deer caught in headlights! For a moment, I just sat there and stared at his startled face. I snickered, trying to hold in my laughter, but it was just too much! I mean come on; the look on his face was hilarious!
Antonio's face changed to confusion as I went into a laughing fit. "Uh... Lovi are you feeling ok mi amigo?"
It took a few seconds for me to catch my breath. I wiped a tear from my eye and started to speak, still gasping a little from the laughter. "Your face!" I paused to take a few deep breaths before continuing, "It was hilarious!"
Antonio smiled slightly and looked at me, his soft gaze helping me calm down from my laughing fit. "You know... most people don't go into fits of laughter just because of a funny face" he pointed out.
My face slowly started turning red as I realized how stupid I must have looked. Not even my idiotic brother laughs that much over something as stupid as that! I thought about that for a second, realizing that... well, maybe he does.
"S-Shut up... bastard!" I turned away from him to stubbornly look out the window again, not wanting him to see my, once again, red face.
"It's ok if-"
"Why did you stop the car?" I demanded, interrupting him.
"Well I needed to ask you where you live so I could drive you home. It would be very irresponsible of me it I didn't make sure you got home safe."
"Irresponsible?" I tore my eyes away from the window to stare at him with an exasperated look. The idiot hit me with a car, and now he's worried about being irresponsible? I took a deep breath resisting the urge to call him a bastard and tell him I don't need his help. If I did that then I'd probably have to walk home, and there is no way I'm doing that! "I live on DeSeera Road... it's close to the school, so just head there first." I grumbled, looking away from him.
"Ok Lovi!" he said cheerfully as he started up the car again.
"Don't call me that!"
"Why, mi amigo? I like calling you Lovi! It's cute, si?" his eyes were on the road so, thankfully, he didn't see the blush that had reappeared on my face.
"N-N-No, it is not cute! It's not cute when you say it, and it's not cute when my brother says it! So just... just... just shut up!" I huffed and decided to ignore the bastard from now on. If I stopped talking to him, he would leave me alone right?
"Oh, so it's ok for your brother to call you Lovi, but not me?" Antonio asked, patiently waiting for me to reply. I huffed loudly and continued to ignore him, focusing my attention on the pretty girls in the car beside ours.
"Lovi?" Antonio said, wondering if I had heard him. "Lovi, are you ignoring me?"
I rolled my eyes in response, but kept my mouth shut. When we finally reached my street, I pointed towards my house so Antonio would know where to drop me off. We pulled into the driveway and I quickly opened the door and got out of the car. I thought I was going to fall over for a few seconds, but I eventually found my balance and walked towards my front door, not looking back at Antonio.
"Lovi, do you need any help?"
I turned around to see Antonio getting out of his car.
"No I do not your anymore of your 'help' you bastard!" I yelled, forgetting that I was supposed to be ignoring him. He smiled at me and nodded, getting back into his car and pulling out of my driveway. Before he drove off, he opened up his window and shouted something to me.
"Watch your language Lovi, it might get you into trouble one day!" and with that, he drove off.
A/N: ^^' sorry it took so long... school is evil :( and so is my attention span. Anyways it should start getting more interesting :D by the way, anyone know about Anime North? (its in Canada. I am Canadian :D well kinda...) I'm going and its my first time ever cosplaying or going to an event other than international conferances... (yes I sometimes get to go to international conferances... theres this creepy guy who reminds me of France that goes to the conferances... *shudder*) Ok... I'm shutting up now ^^ any suggestions or ideas, critics... let me know?
Oh one more thing: Me and a few friends are thinking of starting a cosplay group in toronto ^^ if anyones interested... let me know?
