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A/n: Hi guys! As usual, I updated later than I expected/planned to. ._. This chapter's gonna be better (or I'll try to make it better, at least) than the previous ones, which I feel are just like...I dunno, fillers?
Anyway, please don't forget to tell me how I did afterwards... And enjoy! :D (that's the reason why I write stories, neh?)
Also, please forgive any mistakes made in this chapter. I haven't really been feeling well (summer fever, perhaps?) and though I overslept and woke up at 11-something-o clock, I feel awful. I know it's not a good enough excuse, but meh. ._.
You'd think that being partnered up with Antonio would be more romantic, or at least heart-pounding, especially since I, ahem, l-like him.
But then again, that's only a thought.
Reality is, unfortunately, harsher.
So here I am, heating a test tube with God-knows-what in it over the alcohol lamp, with the tomato bastard beside me, crushing some Who-Gives-A-Fuck with a mortar and pestle. In an apron.
Cough.
I just couldn't help but notice the familiarity that I felt around him, and that I seem to have met him somewhere...I just can't place my finger on it.
Since the thingy-majig wasn't done heating yet, the idiot decided to pipe up and make some small talk.
"Why don't we get to know each other more, Lovi?" I still despised the nickname he had given me, but I decided not to comment any further.
"F-fine. You start." I grunted. He smiled.
"Well, I have a younger sister, a mother, a father, and an older brother who's not living with us anymore..." I snorted from trying to suppress my laughter.
"Um.. My dad is an engineer at some company, and my mom...eh, she doesn't really work." That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. The dams broke, and all my restraint was lost. I burst out laughing my arse off, leaving a flabbergasted Antonio beside me.
"What's so funny?" He furrowed his brows in confusion as I laughed even more. Idiota.
"W-what kind of person t-t-talks about ther f-family randomly as conversation starters?" Tears of mirth started to roll down my cheeks.
"Well, what do you suggest I say?" Despite the (adorable) pout he was sporting, he was starting to giggle too. Noticing our ruckus, the prof decided to yell at us to 'settle down and keep your mouth shuts, Mr. Carriedo and Vargas.'
"I dunno, something else? Like hobbies and stuff." I shrugged, going back to our earlier conversation. He looked at me blankly. I sighed in frustration.
"For someone so dazzlingly handsome, you're crap at starting conversations, you know?" I stopped what I was doing right away, feeling as if a meteor had struck me on the side of my head.
Oh. Merda.
I did not just say that bastard Antonio was handsome.
I. Did. Not.
But unfortunately, the damage had already been done, and Antonio was grinning stupidly. I felt my face flush in embarrassment.
"So... You think I'm handsome, Lovi?" Oh look, isn't the floor interesting?
"No. You're damn ugly. You look like a horse. I don't even know why you have a freaking girlfriend that gorgeous!" I felt like I had gone a bit overboard by mentioning his girlfriend and stuff. I could tell from his disheartened-looking face.
D'aww. His sad face is effing cute too.
Forget that I said that.
"You know... It's not as if we love each other." His eyes were downcast and it seemed like he was talking to the ingredients instead of to me. It was barely a whisper, but I still managed to hear it anyway.
"Eh?" I thought I had heard wrong. He snapped his head up, and I could see some pink dusting his cheeks. My stomach did a double-flip in response.
"What I mean is... whatever's going on between me and Carla is arranged."
Wait, what?
"So, how's it going? Eeehh, you were lab partners a while ago. I could see the two of you from my place!" Elise squealed irritatingly loudly.
Che. Women. This is exactly the reason why I'm gay.
"I just found out that... He and the chick aren't really together... It's all a farce." I whispered so that only she could hear me. She gave another ear-piercing squeal, much to my annoyance.
"See? You do have a chance, Lovino! A very big chance at that. At least he's not taken."
"Just because he's not taken, it doesn't mean he's gay." I said bitterly.
"Why do you have to be so pessimistic?"
"Why do you have to be so optimistic?" I shot back.
"What's wrong with being too optimistic? Being a pessimist is kinda...unhealthy, you know."
"Being optimistic is just as unhealthy. It's, in a way, like a blinding light. If you look at that light too much incessantly, you'd go blind." It's weird, I know...
Look, I'm not into that philosophical shizz anyways. Excuuuse me.
"You're such a pansy, Lovino." She snorted and punched me on the shoulder lightly.
"You're just changing the topic because you don't like being proved wrong." I scoffed.
"Whatever...Hey, did you know that the prom's coming up soon?" She reminded me excitedly.
"Elise... You do know that the prom wouldn't be happening until after, I dunno, 3 weeks?" I rolled my eyes at my best friend's excitement.
But secretly, I was plotting.
Yes, plotting.
Prom? Hmm, interesting...
...
"Um, Lovino?"
"What?"
"Can you stop stroking your imaginary beard now? It's freaking me out."
Crap.
Random ending is random.
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