"You like the popsicle? I got them from England's little puppet, but it doesn't matter because they taste so good, right? Lovi?"
I ignore Antonio as I slurp contently on my popsicle. Yes, it was good, but I wasn't going to admit it. Tomatoes are better anyway. Still can't believe he faked being sick though. He better not think just because I took his lazy ass home that I'm staying. I'm leaving...just after I finish this thing. Popsicle? Whatever, it doesn't matter.
Spain waved a hand in front of my face. "Hey, Lovi~ Lovi~! Hey, are you there chico? Lovi-"
"Shut up already, I'm not deaf!"
"There's my Lovi!" He laughs and throws himself on the couch next to me. This bounces me, and I curse silently as he readjusts himself. "So what do you want to do after your done with that? I was thinking that-"
"I'm going back home, you bastard. I can't stay around here when I have work that I've been piling up ever since you started this crap. Feliciano, the idiot, probably hasn't even thought about it," I lick this stick clean, and suck on my two currently orangish fingers. "I got to get going," I say as I stand up.
"But Lovi-"
"Seriously, bastard, stop. I have work to do. I can't stay around to fuck around with you all day,"
"Haha, but can't you just-"
"No," Stupid. Did he honestly think that just because everything is out in the open now that I'd just hang off of him day and night? God, why him or all people? WHY?
I'm about to reach the door when this is thrown at me. "Lovi, I want you to met the priest at my church," I stop in my tracks.
"W-why would you want to do that?" Really-
"He'd like you, of course! And it would give him a chance to talk to you and get to know you and stuff! And when we get married, he'd-"
"Who the hell said we'd get married, you bastard," I swing back at him. I start running (marching) over to the couch to look down on him.
"W-well, you see, it's really only a matter of time-"
"-and willingness," I interject.
"Wouldn't you marry me?" My face gains a new hue of pink. I'd never gave it too much thought, but I guess that would be the step after dating him...wouldn't it be?
I move my eyes to something more interesting, "I w-wouldn't know," I mutter. Looking back at him, he looked kind of degected. His head was bent down to his lap. "It's too early," His eyes widen when he looks back up to me.
"But there's a chance?" He questions. His whole body starts to tremble. I gulp down nothingness. Fuck.
"Uh-a...No. Not now. Um, just, I'm leaving. Now," But I don't move. I can't move. Why the fuck can't I just leave already!
"Lovi?"
I glare down on him, still confused out of my mind.
"Te amo,"
"Leave me alone, shit-for-brains," Then I really do leave, but not for long. I know all too well. I can never really leave that damn tomato eater for too long, or else he'll come drag my ass back to his house. At least, I'll say he dragged me back. Bastard.
d'aw, why so crappy? D'x i dont know, this whole thing is a little off, but this just proves it all. i think this is the end...one day i'll come back and rewrite this whole thing, but it's just gonna hav to stay like this for now. one day, my love, i'll fix you up! R & R please and thanks for reading all this worthlessness blabber!
