Lovino sat in the empty hallway, playing with a thread on his wooly coat and wearing a deep scowl on his face. His brother had forced him to go to therapy to "cure" his bad behaviour, but he knew very well that it was not going to work. He did not believe that talking to someone would solve the issues that he had with socialising. It was like a part of him, a reflex that would always be there. Not many people could tolerate his overly rude nature, and the people that did had their reasons for doing so. Just because this therapist was there to "listen to his problems" it didn't mean that they would magically be solved.
Lovino felt his phone vibrate in his small pocket, and he quickly pulled it up to check what he had received.
Hi, Lovi!
Just saying that I'm on the plane, and it's lifting in 10 minutes!
Antonio
sent: 20:24
opened: 20:26
Lovino frowned in both surprise and frustration at the fact that Antonio had called him "Lovi" just like his brother, but started typing quickly on his phone.
Don't call me Lovi! xD
Hope you have a safe flight!
sent: 20:27
Of course, a new message was immediately received.
But Lovi is such a cute nickname for you!
If we meet I would definitely call you that ;)
What are you doing now?
sent: 20:28
opened: 20:29
Lovino quickly started typing again, happy to have found something to do.
I would not let you call me that, like ever .-.
Waiting for my therapist to arrive, she's 5 minutes late already.
sent: 20:31
Why do you have a therapist?
sent:20:32
opened:20:32
Nothing important, just some small issues.
sent:20:33
I see. Well, I need to turn off my phone now, the plane will be lifting soon.
See you! ;)
sent:20:34
opened:20:34
Bye :)
sent:20:35
"You finished?", he heard a voice saying, sounding slightly annoyed. Lovino looked up to see an Asian...woman, he decided, with big, brown eyes. She had her dark brown hair in a small ponytail that was laying on her shoulder gracefully. The Italian's face went slightly red out of embarrassment and he fumbled with his words.
"Y-yeah.", he simply muttered.
"Well, let's start this, then", the woman said, unlocking the door to her room quickly. It was a very small workspace with nothing but two chairs and a small desk. There was only one picture on the desk of her, slightly younger, holding a black-haired child in the hand. She was wearing a bright smile while making a thumbs up, probably directed to the boy, who was wearing an unreadable expression while simply looking into the camera.
"That is my...brother.", the woman said, having noticed Lovino's staring. The Italian looked over to the Asian woman who was gazing at the photograph with a tiny smile on her face.
"I see, Miss...?" he replied.
"Wang. Yao Wang. And I am man, thank you very much." Lovino's eyes were widened in surprise, and a faint blush appeared on his face.
"W-well, you look like a fucking girl, so I'm sorry..", he muttered as a reflex to hide his embarrassment. Yao didn't seem too offended, though, as if he had dealt with these sorts of matters several times.
"It seems that you are more polite around girls?", he instead said. Lovino rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever."
"What is your reason for coming here, first of all?", Yao said.
"Didn't my brother tell you...?", Lovino replied, sounding as bored as possible.
"I do not believe that he did."
"Well, unless you're really thickheaded, you might have noticed my fucking problem.", Lovino spat, wanting to leave already. Yao looked at him, unamused.
"I suppose. When did this start?"
"Some years ago."
"Exactly how many?"
"I don't fucking know!"
Yao looked at him again, letting out the slighest of sighs.
"Is there anybody that you can open up to about your problems? Anyone that you do not have this attitude to?"
Lovino swallowed, slightly insecure about talking about this particular subject.
"On the internet, yes."
Yao stood up for a quick moment to bring a small notebook and a pencil, only to sit down again, writing down information with a concentrated look.
"I see. Who do you usually talk to on the internet?"
Lovino swallowed again.
"Does that matter? Why would you want to to know some fucking random names?"
"It does matter, and please, tell me the names."
The Italian glared at Yao before opening his mouth.
"W-well, many different people, but I suppose that it's mostly...well, Antonio."
Yao wrote quickly in his notebook before looking up again.
"Who is Antonio?"
"Why is that fucking important?"
Lovino looked down at his hands with a scowl. What the fuck was this? The last time Lovino checked, therapy was supposed to be talking about your problems, not telling a random person about your online friends. He honestly just felt like leaving and going home. The Italian looked up again to see Yao smiling at him.
"Please, tell me about Antonio."
Steeling himself to atleast stay until his booked time was over, Lovino spoke up.
"Some old pen-pal of mine from Spain. Told me around a week ago that he was moving here, so we started talking again...Was that enough of a fucking answer?"
Yao nodded in understanding and wrote in his notebook.
"Yes. Do you enjoy talking to him?"
"I don't talk to him. We do nothing but text, since I can't fucking keep myself polite while conversing."
"I have noticed. Now, do you enjoy...texting him?"
Lovino's cheeks turned the slightest of red while he thought about his answer.
"W-well, he can be really fucking annoying, but...yeah, I-I guess...", he stuttered, his blush growing more and more. Yao nodded again.
"Okay. Now, changing the subject, what's your sexual orientation?"
"What the fuck?!"
Yao looked at him, expression unamused. Lovino, face completely red, was glaring at him with fury. Why would that even matter at all? The Italian's urge to leave was growing intensely with every minute, and he seriously considered storming out and taking the bus straight home. Yao spoke up, used to the reaction that Lovino had got.
"I'm sorry for making the question so direct, but I need the information about you. For your knowledge, I am homosexual, so I will not judge you.", he said naturally.
Lovino looked at him with uncertainty, considering saying it with care.
"I-I don't really know.", he settled on saying. "I have never really fallen in love."
Yao smiled at him, happy over having gotten a response.
"Thank you.", he said while looking at his wristwatch. "Now, let's continue..."
Lovino sighed, his cheeks red from exhaustion as he walked on in the slight drizzle. The rest of the time with Yao had not been as horrible as the start of it, Lovino had simply been asked some more questions that didn't seem to have anything to do with the fact that he was there for therapy. The Italian took up his phone to check the time. The digits shone brightly and Lovino had to squint to be able to not get blinded, as the surrounding had become dark already.
:23:16:
Lovino regretted that he had taken a lot of time walking to the bus stop, making him miss the last bus by just a matter of seconds. Now he had to walk home in the rain for 20 minutes. Just when he was about to lock his cellphone though, he received a text, making him jump slightly.
Just got out from the airport :D
sent:23:17
opened:23:18
Lovino smiled the smallest of smiles and started typing a reply.
You scared me! I am making my way home, this drizzle is really annoying... Welcome to London! I hope you like rain...
sent:23:20
Haha, i'm getting a taxi ;) (If I can find one...that could take some time.)
sent:23:21
opened:23:22
Nooo, don't leave me in the rain... :(
sent:23:24
Sorry, I don't want to get wet :( I have a new coat, and I don't want it ruined!
Sorry, Lovi!
sent:23:25
opened:23:25
DON'T CALL ME LOVI!
sent:23:26
Aaaaw, you're cute when you're angry!(even though I can't see your face...)
sent: 23:27
opened:23:27
The faintest of blushes appeared on Lovino's face, but he tried to force it away just as it felt it appeared.
w/e :|
ugh... Why is walking so freaking difficult? :(
sent:23:28
You need to work out, Lovi! ;)
sent:23:29
opened:23:29
I DO NOT! :|
sent:23:30
Don't worry, there is no need to be ashamed... :*
sent:23:30
opened:23:31
you...
sent:23:32
Yeeees?
sent:23:33
opened:23:33
-.-
sent:23:34
You're so funny to piss off!
sent:23:35
opened:23:36
Yeah, hilarious. Well, I need to go now, my apartment is up ahead.
Bye.
sent:23:37
Really? So is mine :D
see ya!
sent:23:38
Lovino entered the front door and heard a faint 'click' when it closed behind him. He sighed from exhaustion and leaned against the wall for a quick break. That Spaniard...he could grow to like him quite a bit if he managed to not meet him In person.. Lovino didn't know what it was, but Antonio made him feel...special. As if he was someone that mattered to Antonio. The Italian heard the front door open again, but didn't care to open his eyes to see who it was that could be entering the building at this hour. Yet.
A surprised, slightly accented voice echoed lightly through the normally empty hallway, making Lovino's heart jump. No. No, it couldn't be him. The Italian opened his eyes, hoping desperately that it wasn't who he thought it was.
"Lovino?", Antonio said with a shocked expression, crushing all of Lovino's hopes of being friends, or even more with the Spaniard.
New chapter aye.
For old readers, as you can see, I changed the name of this story to "why can't it be me", since it's more original, so yeah. Moving on...
In the update of "the way he smiles" I told you the timeline of these two stories, so I may just say them here as well! "The way he smiles" starts around September and ends around the time of summer break, where this story starts! So there will be a bit of UsUk in this one, but it won't be too much of it.. If you don't ship it, i hope it won't be THAT much of a bother. And now, I have absolutely nothing to write here, but it will get too choppy if I just keep moving from subject to subject so here ya go.
Also, about Yao saying "aru", I just wanna say that isn't going to be included in this story. I want to keep it serious, and adding "aru" after every sentence makes it quite..y'know..?
Lastly, I want to say one thing: Lovino lives in London, close to the "heart" of the city, too. He goes to the same school as Arthur and Alfred from "the way he smiles", but Arthur lives a bit in the outskirts of London.
Feel VERY free to review and I hope that you enjoyed this chapter!
~Midori