BLOG FAIRY
Growing close
Hola!
I'm so happy that so many of you read my blog. If you have in questions for me or Lovi, don't be afraid to ask. While you might not get a truthful answer out of Lovi, (He's still working on the whole 'lying' thing), I'm sure you'll get something. He's quite the chatter box.
Since I found Lovino that fateful day, I learned a lot more about him and I've grown a lot closer to the boy. Since I don't want to spill it all right now, I'll skip right into my notes.
23. Technology is, quote-on-quote, "tool of demon play".
"Just press that red button to make the picture go away." I told the boy holding the TV remote. We had arrived back at the apartment an hour ago and now I was trying to explain technology to him. He didn't seem to understand at all and would panic when the channel changed. I wouldn't have bothered educating him on this knew skill if it weren't for all the time he would be spending at home since I was going to have to take a double shift.
It took double the money to support double the people. I could never explain why I was doing it. I was giving up practically all of my free time so I could work then come home peeing, screaming, mess-making little boy. Why on Earth would I ever think that was fair? I have no idea, it just felt right. For some reason, I didn't really mind working all day. I was used to going out with my friends, searching the internet for nothing, getting laid, all the fun stuff but Lovino, somehow, was different. I liked taking care of him and telling him jokes he never got. It was a sense of fulfillment…like my life had actual purpose now. It was the best feeling ever.
While it is fun to goof around all the time, actually making something of myself was so much better. I loved watching Lovino eat till he was full and sleep whenever he was tired. It was just…I don't know…real. I felt real for once.
"What is it's weakness?" He suddenly asked.
"Huh?" I looked down to the little one who dropped the remote, grabbed my crazy chocolate curls in his fists and began to climb all over me like a monkey. I didn't mind. He liked to climb, it was his style.
"I mean, if it is to betray me, how will I kill it?" He asked, conquering my head.
"Please don't kill it. It won't betray you, it can only do what you tell it to." I told him, wincing as little feet jabbed into my face for leverage.
"May I enslave it?" he perched himself of my head like a bird.
"I'd really prefer you didn't." His face suddenly met mine, looking upside down at me.
"May I enslave the blonde man?" Lovino didn't seem to like Francis very much.
"Sure, if you can catch him. He's pretty fast." A big grin spread over his face.
"I will be his master!" He exclaimed, excited.
"That's right. We'll have to trap him next time we see him. I'll help you out." I chuckled. Unfortunately, Francis would probably enjoy that.
"I will make him battle the aeh-cie in my honor!" He made a battling gesture and almost fell off my head, causing more pain when he forcefully regained his posture.
"The A/C is not an enemy. It keeps us cool when it's hot outside. I know it scares you when it turns on but it's just doing its job." I explained.
"It hurt me!" He hissed.
"No it didn't, that was the fridge, remember? You closed your hand in the door." When we had gotten home, I showed him how to pour his own juice…he's not very good at it.
"They are of the same kind!" He cried, glaring at the fridge.
"Alright, Lovi." His caused him to look back down at me, confused.
24. Nicknames? Never heard of them.
"You have mistaken me? My name be Lovino." He informed me.
"Humans use nicknames. It's a shorter version of the original name. Like A/C is a nickname for Air Conditioner. See?"
"So you are too lazy to spend miniscule seconds pronouncing one's proper name?"
"No, it's not laziness. In fact, some nicknames are longer than the original names. It's just a show of affection."
"You are affectionate with the Air Conditioner?"
"No, that one is just laziness."
"I do not understand."
"Here. I'll call you Lovi and you can give me a nickname too."
"What is your nickname?"
"You get to make it up."
"Hm…" He looked around the apartment for ideas. "Tomato….bastard."
"What!? Where did you learn that word!?" I pulled him off my head so I could look him in the eye.
"A bastard is a child disowned by their father but I heard others use it in the park with affection. You like tomatoes so you're nickname can be tomato bastard." I was about to correct him but…It was so cute~! (No, being called a bastard is not cute but when it's given meaning like that…it sort of is) He was trying! He was giving me a name he thought was kind! Aww~
"Okay. But you can only call me that at home…and on one condition." I told him, evil smile playing over my lips.
"What is the condition?" He asked, his cute childlike curiosity making him pout unconsciously.
"You let me do…this!" I tackled him and quickly massaged his sides with my fingertips, causing him to cry out and squirm. A blaringly loud mix of laughter and cries filled the room like the thick smell of home cooked food. It was so cute and so…real. I don't know any other word that expresses the boy any better. His hearty laughter made me so warm inside, I just wanted to hear it more.
"Wh-Aah! Ahahah! Wh-what are- Wahahaha! What are you doing!?" He finally managed to scream at me through his laughter. I released him, laughing as well. "What was that!?" He panted, catching his breath.
"That, Lovi, is the joy of the tickle. It's both a weakness and a pleasure." I smiled stupidly at him and held myself back from grabbling him and doing it again.
"My…my sides hurt!" He whined before running off to the room, where he had claimed my bed as his sacred hiding spot. I laughed to myself and started putting away the groceries just minutes before a knock on the door interrupted me. I, of course, answered and found the elderly neighbor looking very disgruntled.
"Hola…Can I help you, sir?" I asked, wiping my hands on my pant leg (condensation from the pop cans I had just put away).
" I heard some…rough housing with a small child involved. I just wanted to check up on him." He said, trying to look behind me for evidence of foul play.
"Oh, no. He's fine, I can assure him. I was just teaching him about his body." Shit! Not right, not right! " I was tickling him! He'd never been tickled before!" I instantly shot in defense.
"Hm…I want to see the boy." He declared.
"Actually, I think he's trying to sleep and he's trying to sleep and he gets cranky when he's tired-"
"Anthony, was it?"
"Antonio."
"Right, Antonio. Look… I want to see the boy."
I stood there with my mouth open, not sure what to say. I didn't want to bring Lovino out. I didn't know if he would decide not to like this man and attack him or if the man would notice the pointy teeth. For all I knew, Lovino could be naked! He often took off his clothes before napping. "Ah…Alright…Let me go get him." I jabbed a thumb into the house behind me, he nodded in response.
I quickly strode into my room and found only a lump under my blanket. Thankfully, when I pulled the sheet back (it released a warm puff of air, I felt bad for ruining that), I could see that he was still clothed. That saved quite a bit of hassle.
"Lovi, get up. You have to meet someone." I urged, nudging him slightly.
"Go away." He grumbled, pushing his face further into the warm comforter.
"Please~" I ushered him into a sitting pose.
"Leave me be! I am resting!" He growled.
"I wish I could but if you don't meet this person, you won't be allowed to stay here." Suddenly, his golden-crusted orbs looked seriously into mine. He stood up and tidied his clothes. "Thank you, Lovi. Just pretend to be a normal human, okay?"
"I understand, Tomato bastard." I smiled slightly at the name as we went out to the door. The man studied Lovino up and down.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Lovino."
"And your last name?"
"Carriedo."
"Ah, so you're related to Anthony?"
"Antonio. Yes."
"What were you doing?"
"I was just gonna take a nap or whatever."
" Gonna is not a word, son."
"Sorry, I'll work on that."
"Good, good…so what was all that yelling I heard?"
"Tickle fight."
"Ah, I see… and he didn't touch you anywhere else, did he?"
Lovino looked confused. "No… Sir, are you a perv?"
The man instantly became abashed and his cheeks coated red. "No! I'm not. I was just making sure there was no…rough housing."
"Well I can assure you that my brother would never do that."
"Ah, well, I see. I'll be taking my leave now. I apologize for using so much of your time." Lovino waved and I shut the door before taking Lovino up in my arms.
"AWWW~! YOU'RE SO CUTE, MY LITTLE LOVI!" I cried, squeezing the life out of the poor boy.
25. If you ever, in this process, doubted that this would be a good idea then this totally proves you wrong.
"Set me down this instant! I wish to sleep now!" He growled and tried to pry himself away.
"You talked like a normal person!" I swayed him around, so proud. My Lovino was so…so ugh, I don't know, I just loved the boy. I pressed my pursed lips roughly against his cheek and sat him back down on the earth, as he belonged.
"Did you not say that touching one's lips to another was a sign of love?" A big smile crossed my face, he was definitely the cutest child I had ever seen.
"It is, I do love you~" I told him, bending down and kissing his cheek again.
"If you love me, why do you not profess such by kissing me on the lips?" He pouted.
"It's not that kind of love Lovi, your just a baby, mi bambino." I explained.
"I have lived longer than I appear."
"Oh yeah, a score right? I have to look that up."
"Yes, I believe that to be true but I never paid my brother a great deal of attention."
"I bet you regret that now."
Nervous eyes shifted to the floor, his hands fiddled with each other, knotting and unknotting fingers. My smile instantly shifted to a frown. "Oh, hey, I'm sorry…" I whined, resting my fingertips against his hairless arm in an attempt to snap him out of it.
"My brother is a good fairy…he isn't like the others. He only cared for me but I refused to believe him…I was blinded by my foolish pride… I was so foolish." I bent down to his height and used one hand to wipe the hair away from his face while the other held his arm, preventing his escape.
"Lovino, you're very bright." I reassured, earing me a hearty scowl.
"And you are a liar. You lie, you know that I be a fool but you wish to befriend me for selfish reasons. You are not unlike the others." He spat, adopting a cold tone.
"I'm not lying." I reassured. My hand was smacked away from his face. I wasn't sure where this hostility had suddenly come from but it was obviously a mask. I must have said something to trigger him.
"Yet you claim love for me?" He asked, accusingly. I slowly nodded.
"Si, I love you." I answered with determination.
"No such thing is possible! I have not known you but two days so if love is true, it cannot be achieved in such little time. You are lying, you want something from me. Pray, tell so that I may repay you and leave." Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. Leave?! He had just gotten here!
"No, love doesn't have time limits or minimums or whatever. I just… I want to take care of you." I tried to explain.
"You wish to imprison me." He corrected. "I am not a slave, I hold no magical powers, I am not helpless. I be not a wailing dame to be saved by a price and I will not fall to trickery any longer." I was shocked. I had nothing to tell him, I had never been in such a situation. Finally, I came up with the best solution I could.
26. Get him to cool down, save everyone some unnecessary pain.
"Lovino, go take a nap." I ordered and pointed to my room.
"I do not feel tired." He protested. It was strange how he could go from sweet and childish to stubborn and mature so quickly. Maybe he was fairy-bi-polar…if such a thing even existed.
"This is what I want in repayment. Go to my room, get under the covers and sleep for a while…three hours. Sleep for at least three hours." Hopefully, this would give him some time to cool down and settle his thoughts. Maybe, he would think things through and come back out with an easier attitude (Though I had never been one to go for 'easy').
He huffed, landed a little fist as hard as he could into my stomach and stomped off to my bedroom, making sure to shut the door loudly. All kids had tantrums…but most didn't concern of threatening to run away and be eaten by squirrels. Why was this my life? Finding a fairy, bringing it home then falling in love with it… perfect. In fact, there has never been a person more deserving of a reality TV show than me. They could call it, 'The guy who made really terrible life decisions that turned out good sometimes but most times resulted in homelessness'. Of course, they'd have to call it TGWMRTLDTTOGSBMTRIH for short… or maybe just 'How Antonio lived his life'.
With a deep sigh, I released all of the pent up air filling my lungs and let my body relax. I wish I could go light myself a ciggy-bud but I had given that up years ago. I put Lovino's new Captain America flip-flops by the door next to mine and shoved the paper bags under the sink, reuniting them with the million others that had civilized in that cavern.
"-But are the aliens amongst us? Find out at eleven." The preppy TV voice announced. Honestly, I really didn't doubt it. My mind was still blown from what Lovino had told me and I knew I couldn't disprove aliens. Maybe I would find one, nurse it and end up becoming undeniably fascinated with it in a matter of hours…oh wait, that position had already been filled.
After wiping down the counters, I plopped onto the couch and watched the television until I fell asleep. I was left undisturbed for a pleasant while until, of course, a little finger was jabbed up my nostril, shocking me back to life.
I flickered open my eyes just to see the little one sitting on my chest and prodding a finger up my nose. "Lovino, take your fingers out my nose." I ordered just before they were removed.
"You were asleep." He noted, his usual flat face greeting me.
"Imagine that." I sighed and sat up but not before replacing the boy onto the floor.
"I do not have to, you were indeed slumbering." He cocked his head, back to his curious childlike mood. I was glad to see that.
"It's just a phrase. How do you feel?" I instantly switched topics.
"I am well rested and my nerves have settled…But I am still very confused." I gave him a small smile before hoisting my body off my warm spot and making my way to the kitchen, it was probably time to feed him again.
"Have you peed in the toilet recently?" I pulled a pot from under the sink and gently set it on the stove top that I then ignited.
"No, I cannot reach the toilet bowl." He seemed a little annoyed that I had changed topic.
"Do you need me to help you?" I asked without looking at him.
"No, I do not have the urge. Now, I wish for you to settle my curiosities." He groaned and lifted himself up onto a chair so he could watch me as I retrieved all of the ingredients.
"Okay, what's buggin' ya?" I measured milk and butter.
"I do not understand your affections."
"You don't have to, it's not something that you have to reason with."
"But can you not tell me why you fell this?"
"Not really but I guess if I have to pick something… You're interesting. You're different."
"That is to be expected since I am the creature I am."
"No, not like that. You're just…I dunno~" I snorted a happy chuckle and looked back at him quickly to give him a give smile which he returned with a scowl.
"Why is it so difficult for you to tell me? Do you believe that I am too young to know?"
"No, you're very mature when you want to be. I just…I don't think I can explain it. Why do you love your brother?"
"I love him because is of my own blood and we are bonded in that way."
"Well, humans can do that too. Even if we're not family we can love each other as if we were."
He was silent for a while, puzzled. "Like….blood brothers?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" I turned the stove up, trying to boil the water faster.
"Like two men who have traveled together and shared remarkable memories. Fairies have been told to cut each other and exchange blood. It is said that when they do this, they will always be able to find each other but I have never seen such."
"No, humans don't do that. I don't know how to explain it…" My phone began to play an 8-bit version of Call Me Maybe. Gilbert had set it and I had never bother to change it back to the jingling bell sound. Lovino's head perked up and looked around for the interrupting noise. He got up and pounced around like a cat. I knew he would find it so I didn't bother to go get it myself. If there was a thing the curious boy could do, it was find trouble.
"Who intrudes this house hold?" A little voice demanded from the next room. I laughed to myself and poured in the box of macaroni.
"Who is it, Lovi?" I asked loudly, stirring the raw shells.
"It's blondie!" He suddenly exclaimed, excited. "Yes! You may come over! Please do, we expect your arrival." The fast thumping noises of little feet brought the boy back to me though he almost tripped as he entered the kitchen. "Blondie is coming over soon!" he told me, smiling wide.
"Oh? Well I should make another box of macaroni." I took another out of the cupboard and poured it in.
"No! We must set our trap!" He objected, stomping his little foot.
"Oh, that's right. I wouldn't worry about that though. Francis is pretty weak when it comes to fighting, I'll just tackle him as soon as he walks in." I explained and set the timer on the stove.
"But then he will be my slave?" He eagerly bounced on the balls of his feet.
"Until he has to go, yeah." Lovino squeaked and took up a crouched position beside the door, silently waiting. He was freakishly persistent. He remained motionless for a whole ten minutes though any normal child would have given up after thirty seconds. Lunch had been prepared but I decided not to eat yet since it was clear the fairy had no intention of eating until his prey was caught.
"Bastard!" He suddenly yelled. I smiled and ran over to the man who had just begun to pull his leys from the lock. With a battle cry, I threw my weight into him and pumbled to the floor, Francis in tow.
"What's going on!?" My friend cried and tried to struggle but to no avail. My henchman and I burst out in laughter as I pinned him down and Lovi piled on top, throwing little fists everywhere.
"Surrender!" The little one ordered, bouncing happily on his poor victim.
"Okay! Okay! I surrender!" My friend yelled, causing me to stand up and pull the unwilling boy into my arms. Francis huffed and stood up before straightening his clothes and scowling at me.
"I here by dub thee, Francis, temporary slave of this household!" I cried, Lovino cheered and Francis snorted, sending me a small smile.
"It's nice to see you've only gotten crazier." He said, crossing his arms. "And you, little one, you've gotten bigger I think." He looked down at the fairy boy who had grown a total of an inch and a half in one day.
"Yeah, crazy what food does to him." I commented though I knew the real reason for the rapid growth.
"How's the search going?" He patted the boy's head once, a little afraid of the child.
"Nothing yet." I nervously twisted my hair around my fingers. This caught the eye of my friend.
"What is it you're not telling me?" He asked.
"Nothing, nothing. Let's have lunch."
"Your food is tasteless, I wish you had let me cook."
"Next time don't come over with a ten minute notice."
"Next time don't tackle me and call me your slave."
"You are my slave!" The boy cried and began to climb up my friends. Francis panicked for a moment but I calmed him.
"Just let him, it's okay. We talked about being nice." Francis cautiously nodded and let the monkey child scale him. I went to serve three bowls of macaroni.
"So, Lovino, how old are you?"
"I am seven."
"Where are your parents?"
I set the bowls at the table. "Don't you think I've already tried that one?"
"Worth another shot." The Frenchman shrugged and turned to his bag. Undoing the latch, he dug a hand in and retrieved a twig with little yellow berries. He handed it to the boy who had become wide eyed in its presence. Soon, a little trail of drool began to dribble from his mouth. "Do you want this?" He asked. Lovino nodded quickly.
I was more than confused with this. Why was Francis giving my boy mystery berries and why was my boy practically orgasming with the sight of it? "What is that?" I asked just as I saw it being handed to Lovino. What if it was poisonous? I had never seen those before. Francis turned to me and smiled.
"It's a gift from a friend of mine." He explained. What the hell was he talking about?
"No! Francis, what IS that?" I exclaimed.
"It's a present for Lovino." He gently set it in the boy's hand who took it and ran off. The moment I overcame the shock, I flipped to aggression, aimed at my friend.
"What the hell did you give him?" I growled. Was he trying to sabotage? He wouldn't do that, would he? Kids get Little Debbie's and cheese stick for treats, not strange berries. Something was definitely up.
"Don't worry, Antonio. I have brought something for you too." He reached back into his shoulder bag but this time revealed a heavy, leather-bound book entitled 'The Forest People' with a little golden, winded character on the front. "I know." He said flatly and set the book on the table. His face had shifted from child friendly to serious.
I froze and looked down at the book.
No…he couldn't know….
"What….do you know?" I finally choked out. My friend sighed and sat down before gesturing to the seat in front of me. I sat.
"After I was here yesterday, I went to a friend's house a few blocks away for some 'quality time'. While I was there, we were making little chatter and I happened to mention the pointy-toothed child I had just met. He became fascinated. He asked me many questions and knew things I didn't even know."
"What has this got to do with Lovino? Lovino is just a little boy and I'm going to find his parents." I lied.
"I already know, don't deny it."
"How do you know that your friend isn't a total nutjob?"
"He's far too serious to be a nut job. Look, I came here because I want you to talk to him. He knows far more than you do."
"Lovino is fine, I'm doing fine."
"No, you're not. He's not a normal kid, Antonio. Those berries I gave him are necessary for him to live and you didn't even know that."
I looked down at my hands unable to speak. No, I hadn't known that at all. "It's not your fault. You don't know anything about this boy or how he lives. You're. not. ready. for. this. thing." He told me, carefully pronouncing each sound.
"NO!" I suddenly jumped up. "HE is not a THING and I can take care of him, I don't want him taken away!"
"I'm not going to take him away, I know you've grown close to him but it's like a…checkup! Little kids need to go gets checkups."
"What if your friend is a creep? What if he wants to do something to Lovino?"
"Then we let him do it. He knows best and he honestly cares for magic beings."
"I…I don't want to. I'll read that book and look things up but I'd feel best if he just stay here." Francis reached over and slowly pet my arm in comfort.
"I trust this man, Antonio… and you're my friend, my closest friend. I wouldn't steer you wrong." Just then, a familiar happy boy bounced back out and made his way up onto my lap with some struggling. He paid no attention to the book, just me and my dazed expression. He poked me in the face once, trying to wake me up and succeeded. I looked down at the chubby child on my lap.
"Lovi…I'm going to take you to meet someone." I explained, coming my fingers through his hair. His eyes widened a bit.
"I don't want to see strangers." He told me in a low voice and shot a glance towards Francis.
"I promise, it'll be okay. Just eat your noodles then we'll go see him. It'll be over before you know it." I offered him a fake smile but I knew he didn't believe it. I scooted my bowl of noodles closer to him and encourage him to eat. When I looked up at my friend, he gave me a sympathetic nod.
Lovino finished my and his bowls before using the toilet like a big boy (I was so proud) and we hailed a taxi. Lovino refused to get in, fearing the mechanical beast but I solved the issue by shoving the boy into my sweatshirt were he felt comfortable. I stoked my overly pregnant belly as we drove, causing the little one to fall asleep.
We arrived at the condos that Francis had led us to and we went up the stairs, Lovino remaining asleep the whole way. Francis was the one to knock, a lightly bounced the boy. When the door opened, a grumpy looking blonde popped his head out.
His eyes widened when he saw my budging stomach not taking his eyes off it. I protectively shaded it with an arm. "Can I…can I see it?" He whispered, excited.
"Let's just get inside first." Francis answered for me and the door was opened further.
"Oh! Yes, excuse me. Come on inside." He offered, leaving an open hall for us to enter as we did.
"Let's get something straight. He, not it and you don't do anything without my consent." I sent a deathly glare at the stranger who was all too happy to welcome us.
"Yes, of course. Francis told me that you would be coming by today and warned me of your temper." He explained, closing the door. I shot a look at my friend who just shrugged. Okay…that was true. I could be temperamental. Arthur seated us on his very expensive looking chairs and brought over a stack of books before plopping them loudly down before us, making the lump in my jacket stir.
"So, Mr. Antonio. I am under the impression that you have found a fairy." He smiled and sat down, giving me his full attention. I gulped.
"I…I believe so…" I peered into my shirt. The boy was adjusting into a comfortable position and looking up at me with tired eyes. I pulled my jacket up and over, revealing the boy. Arthur gasped and smiled.
"Hello there." He cooed and leaned forward. Lovino confusedly back, confused and tired. "Can you tell me your name?"
Lovino looked up to me then back to the stranger. "Lovi…" He answered and yawned. Arthur gasped again, as if his every move was a pure miracle.
"Hello Lovino. My name is Arthur."
"Eyebrows." The boy corrected. Francis snorted. "Eyebrow bastard".
"Excuse me!?" The brit asked in offence.
"He's giving you a nickname. He chooses the trait he finds the most humorous then adds bastard." I explained.
"Oh… well…I'd prefer you call me Arthur." He told the little one, frowning. Lovino shook his head. Stubborn and cute, as always. "Anyways, I'd like to know where you came from."
"I came from light." He answered flatly.
"I know that. I mean, where were you before you met Mr. Antonio?"
"I was in the park."
"Where was your tribe?"
"I was shunned."
"I see… and that is why you're human now?"
"Yes. Our leader, Anundr, cursed me."
"I see… I have someone I'd like you to meet. Tilly! Can you come here?" He called loudly. I held the little one possessively and looked up but no such Tilly came. "Oh! See, this is Lovino." Arthur said to the blank air. Okay…he was crazy. Surprisingly, the little boy began to hiss and growl like a wild animal.
"Calm down! It's okay, Lovi." I held him tighter but he wouldn't take his eyes off the blank air.
"Lovino, this is Tilly. She's a fairy too." Arthur explained, gently pulling the invisible figure from the air and holding his hand as if a bird was perched on it.
"I don't see anything." I noted.
"Fairies are invisible to most humans." He informed me and stoked one finger along what I thought to be a head. "The only reason you can see Lovino is because he is becoming human. It's likely he was still invisible for a while."
I nodded and gently stroked Lovino's arm. He refused to look away from the fairy. Arthur continued to explain to me about fairytales and tribes and behavior and diet and just about everything else for an hour before offering a cup of tea to all three of us.
"Good idea, I think I'll brew up some. I need to stretch my legs." Francis declared and stood up then walked off to the kitchen, leaving me and Lovino alone with Arthur.
"Antonio…I think it's time to discuss the real reason I brought you here." He announced. Cold shivers ran up my spine. Something told me I wasn't going to like this conversation.
"What?" I growled, more as a threat than a question.
"You aren't…equipped to handle such a creature. What I'm asking is… I'm asking you to let me take care of Lovino." He explained, legs crossed and hands poised gracefully on top of them.
I shot out of my seat, holding Lovino close to my chest and giving Arthur a killer glare. He was officially my least favorite person in the world. "Fuck off." I sneered. It wasn't often that I swore but when I did, I meant it.
"Be serious, Antonio. You can't manage him, you don't know anything about him-"
"I know about him! I know he likes cinnamon pop tarts and he has a brother and he doesn't believe in good! I may not know much else but I know that he's better with me than you."
"What exactly is your connection with him?" Arthur stood.
"I love him as if he were my own brother."
"Why? You've known him two days, how on earth could you love him?!"
"I just do and it's none of your business."
"If you really love him, do what's right for him."
"Francis! I'm leaving!" I called loudly so that he could hear me from the kitchen. "Thank you for your time but I kindly suggest you fuck off." I gave the blonde one last warning glare.
"Antonio, I'm warning, don't fall in love with that boy. You don't know what will happen if you do."
27. DO NOT BLOW OFF THAT ADVICE. I promise, it'll become so much more important later.
"Shut up." I growled again and made my way to the front door before being stopped for the last time.
"Fairies are not human, they never will be. Nothing is the same…there are so many things you don't understand about him."
I slammed the door behind me and carried my precious package away, holding him as I always did. Arthur was wrong, I wouldn't fall in love with the little one, it was impossible. He was mi bambino~
28. You really should have listened to Arthur. You should have stayed, you should have listened to what he had to say.
That is all for today. Thank you for reading my blog, I really hope you don't need this advice someday.
-Antonio
