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Chapter 10: Maybe I Don't Hate Him

The Ferris Wheel was frozen halfway through its roundabout, and Lovino couldn't help but turn to his companion.

"What the frickle frackle did I say?"

Antonio nodded. "You were right."

"I'm always right!" the Italian exclaimed. "It is a Wheel of Death!" Lovino looked at the ride before shaking his head one last time. "Come on; let's get out of this stupid line."

Luckily, neither of them had bordered ride, and instead of waiting for it to be fixed, the two gladly gave up their spots in line and walked off in no particular direction.

"What do you want to do now?" the Spaniard questioned, stuffing his hands in his pockets from the cold.

"What? This wasn't part of your stupid itinerary?"

"Huh? I-I uh…" A blush of embarrassment began to take over Antonio's visage.

"Relax," Lovino started, resting a comforting hand on the other teen's shoulder. "I was only joking."

"Oh…" the Spaniard realized, thoroughly relieved.

"I'm hungry, let's grab a bite. Afterwards we can start our search for Mattie and Gil… talk about a character foil," the Italian commented, making his way towards a food stand.

"Character foil? Like Benvolio and Tybalt?"

The brunet stopped in his tracks. "I didn't think you knew that."

Antonio shrugged. "It was freshman year, plus I liked the story. I mean, the Romeo's friends were cool."

Somehow, a smile had managed to settle on Lovino's face, without his knowledge.

"What?"

"Huh? Oh. It's nothing. Just… I don't know. I guess for some reason I thought you were an airhead," the Italian explained before shaking away his thoughts and once again heading in the direction of the wonderful smell of caramel apples.

"Really?"

Lovino shrugged. "I don't know, maybe it was because of how unnaturally happy you are, or how attractive you are. It's not often you see someone as good-looking as you. Then there's the fact that you're so talented at soccer. Maybe I hoped you were an airhead so I wouldn't feel so inferior to you. That's probably why I'm so mean to you: jealousy." He turned to Antonio, confused at why the Spaniard had stopped walking, until he realized that he accidentally said his thoughts aloud. As soon as he picked up on his mistake, a bright red conquered his face. Very embarrassed, he sped walked towards the food, not wanting to talk about it.

He had bought two caramel apples when he heard a Spanish accent ask, "You're jealous of me?"

The Italian rolled his eyes and shoved the dessert into the other teen's hands, doing his best to deter from the conversation.

"If anything, I should be jealous of you."

Those were the words to stop the brunet from taking a bite into his treat. "Why?" he asked, blinking in confusion, slightly angered because he thought he was being insulted.

"You are independent. I've never met someone who cared so little about what everyone else thinks."

Deciding he was being insulted, he took a bite of his apple and then flipped Antonio the bird.

"I'm serious," the Spaniard protested. "Whatever I do, I do for others. I've always been so concerned with pleasing everyone else; I hardly ever do anything for me."

He just continued to eat his snack furiously.

"Sometimes you talk and just say completely ridiculous things, not caring how anyone will react."

Lovino finished off his snack and took his caramel gift back from his Spanish companion. "I'm confiscating this."

"What? I thought it was for me."

"Nope, you pi- you have angered me. So it was for you, but you lost that privilege."

"Aww, please, I'm sorry."

The brunet took a huge bite of his apple. "Doesn't matter."

"Well, anyways, I guess that is something I like about too. Your decisiveness and how you stick to your decisions. I usually have trouble picking the color of my shirt for the day."`

The Italian shrugged. "I guess we're complete opposites."

"You know what they say: opposites attract."

Antonio's comment left Lovino blushing. He tried to flip his hair to cover his face, to no avail.

"Finally!" a German accent yelled, running up to the pair. "We've been looking for you all over!"

"We go stuck on the Ferris Wheel, but uh, what have you guys been up to?" the Canadian asked.

"Not much really…" Lovino answered, glad for the change of conversation.

"Wanna go on another ride?" Gilbert offered, still full of energy.

"The Ferris Wheel flipping broke down, and you want to trust the other rides?"

"What are the odds two break down at the same fair?"

"Very high, because these people can't manage shhhhhhhhip."

"What?" the albino almost laughed.

"They can't manage ship. Can we go now?" the Italian asked, no longer interested in spending any more time in that conversation.

The Spaniard nodded, "We have a new activity to do anyways." He reached in his pockets for the keys, but felt nothing but his wallet. Apparently, his look of confusion was enough to explain his search to his German friend.

"I have the keys. I'll drive."

The car ride over to the next location was fairly silent, if you didn't count Gilbert, who seemed to be allergic to quiet. Lovino took a seat in the back, thinking Antonio would claim the passenger seat, but no. The Spaniard took the place next to him, leaving the front seat open to a very pleased Canadian.

I don't like him. I don't like him. I don't like him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Antonio asked, pulling the Italian from his thoughts. He was looking at Lovino with genuinely curious eyes that made the teen melt.

Dammit.

He spent the rest of the day trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. It wasn't hard to do during laser tag, when he spent most of his time ducking behind objects, but at lunch, when the group was sitting together in booth at a small Spanish diner, it was hard to ignore Antonio. Obviously the Spaniard was going to take the seat next to him and use the proximity as an excuse to brush their legs together oh-so-casually and then have the nerve to act like it wasn't a big deal. Lovino's mind practically went berserk, but the brunet just said a soft sorry and then continued on with his story like nothing happened.

After all of that, the group played soccer. Since it would be an unfair advantage if both soccer players were on the same team, the groups were Lovino and Antonio vs Mattie and Gilbert. It was then that the Italian noticed how expertly the Spaniard moved across the field. His eyes were filled with determination and his movements were the epitome of grace. Though, in the end, Gilbert's team won, because Lovino was too distracted to be of use to his team.

When the game was over, they teens went back to their dorms to get washed up and got a meal at one of the school's many on campus restaurants, and then went back to Mattie's room to play some video games. Time flew by until the clock struck midnight. They probably wouldn't have even noticed, if not for the chiming of the bell from the school's clock tower.

"So that's it..." Lovino said, dropping his controller. "Twenty four hours. I did it."

Gilbert looked to Antonio to see how the Spaniard would reply. "Maybe next time we hang out… it won't because you lost a bet," the brunet offered.

"Don't think that because we spent one day together that has changed anything between us," the Italian quipped.

"Right…" the green-eyed teen grimaced, glancing to the floor. "Well, if you ever change your mind, you have my number." He motioned to his friend that it was time to go. The albino nodded and waved off the other two teens, yawning a bit.

When the soccer players were gone and the door was locked behind them, Mattie turned to Lovino. "Is that it?"

The Italian shrugged. "It was never going to be anything more."

"Huh…"

"What?"

"You haven't cursed."

"Obviously, I wasn't about to lose the bet."

"But you can curse now. I thought you would go on a rant of profanities."

The Italian shrugged once more. "I guess I'm not in the mood."

Two weeks had passed since Lovino spent the day without cursing, and he couldn't understand why he felt so empty. At the moment, he was walking back to his dorm after another late night video game session with Mattie, but it wasn't the same. He felt like he was missing something. With a sigh, he took a gander at the sky, hoping the stars would hold the answer, but he didn't just see stars. In that moment, he noticed them-the constellations, just like Antonio had said. Before he realized what he was doing, he began to smile.

Maybe… maybe it wouldn't be too bad if I saw that tomato bastard again.

He took out his phone and went through his contact list, hesitating slightly over the Spaniard's number, but he pressed it anyways. It was only when the phone started to ring, did he realize how late it was.

Oh God. Shit. I'm an idiot.

The Italian was right about to hang up, when he heard a sleepy voice on the other end of the phone.

"Lovi?"

Lovino could almost hear the teen's smile. "After your soccer practice."

"What?" Antonio almost laughed. "It's one AM. Why are you talking about soccer?"

"It's your fault for not calling me sooner."

"You wanted me to call?" the Spaniard asked, excitedly.

"It's one AM. I don't have time to have this conversation. I'll meet you after soccer practice."

"Really? You want to hang out with me?!"

"That's not it… it's just… Spanish is harder than I thought. I guess I need a tutor after all."

"If you ever need anything from me, you can always just ask."

"Well… right now, I need a tutor."

"I would love to be your tutor."

"Good. Bye."

"Sweet dreams."

Lovino hung up, but kept the phone in his hands, looking at his reflection in its screen.

I guess having a tutor won't be so bad…

~~~~~O.o.O.o. One Year Later .o.O.o.O~~~~~

"Qué pasa?" Antonio asked, wrapping his arms around Lovino.

"You know I don't understand you when you speak that stupid language," the Italian asserted, removing the older teen's hands from his body.

"It's been a year."

"Well, Spanish isn't an easy language."

"I just think you don't want to admit that you want me around. If I wasn't your tutor, you would have no reason to see me… unless, you want to see me for other reasons?"

"No. Shut your fucking face. I'm just a slow learner. You may even have to teach me for the rest of my life, but once I master that stupid language, I won't need you."

The last few words made Antonio sad, but he shook them off. "Then I hope for my sake, that you never learn Spanish."

About how I ended, I feel like they like theirs is a relationship that doesn't happen quickly. Lovino is the kind of person who will down himself in denial and Antonio is so patient and understanding.

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