A/N: This is a random three-chapter piece that was requested for me to write. It will be updated and finished possibly before any more updates come out since it's such a quick one. Please enjoy!

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Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was one who never really considered what bisexuality really entailed. Ever since his junior year of high school, he had considered himself bisexual once he realized that he liked men. He had talked it over with his girlfriend, Charlotte Schmit, in his senior year, and she supported him to the fullest.

"Toni, always remember to be who you are," she had told him, cupping his face in her hands as she smiled at him. It was his graduation party, and there were so many people that no one would notice if the two went off on their own for a bit. Her pretty face contorted into a frown that didn't quite suit her features. "I love you a lot, with all of my heart, but I believe that this break we decided to take will help you be less stressed in college."

He was silent. They had decided to take a break in their relationship while they were in college, knowing full well that they may meet other people there and decide to be with them instead. While it was a hard decision to make, they had agreed that it was what was best. With great difficulty, he finally managed to nod. At the time, he knew he didn't want anyone but Charlotte, be them male or female. No one could ever replace her.

She giggled and pressed her lips to his. "What do you say we go do it one last time before you leave for the summer semester tomorrow?" Charlotte teased, playfully nipping his ear.

Antonio didn't need to be asked twice. He stood up and scooped her into his arms before carrying her off to his bedroom, where they would remain for the next two hours.

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College was a lot different from what Antonio had expected. The dorm rooms were small and cramped. People were loud and wild. There were thousands of students compared to the small high school he had attended. The campus was in the heart of the city he now resided in, spreading over ten city blocks, which didn't include the dorms. Yet after about a month, he had figured out the fastest routes to all of his classes and bus schedules should he need public transport.

The only thing he never expected was his roommate, a small Italian guy with a fiery temper. He had never met anyone like Lovino Vargas, and he never wanted to meet anyone else like him considering that just one of him was most definitely enough. There was no predicting when Lovino would have his next tantrum, and even more so what it would even be about! But as with school affairs, Antonio had figured his roommate out after about a month and was able to feel stress-free, even when the Italian was having tantrums.

Antonio began to feel a connection with his roommate. He enjoyed the time they spent together, making fun of B-movies, playing Mario Kart or Mario Party, eating snacks as they studied together, and even talking from their bunks on nights when they couldn't sleep. The closer he grew to Lovino, the more his heart pounded at the thought of him. No one but Charlotte had ever made him feel this way. Did this mean that he was in love with his roommate? He didn't even want to think of what kind of trouble that could get him into later.

Lovino groaned one Friday while walking into their dorm room, throwing his bag onto his desk. "I don't want to go home for the weekend," he complained. "Antonio, tell me I don't have to go home."

"You don't have to go home," Antonio flatly replied, focused on finishing up an assignment on his laptop.

"Yes, I do, you bastard!" the Italian replied, throwing himself onto Antonio's bunk. He groaned loudly until Antonio turned and focused all of his attention onto him. "I have to go home because my little brother has some kind of band concert this weekend and is getting an award after. It's so stupid. I don't even care about his high school band. They suck. They always have. Why do I have to go home for something stupid like that?" Lovino crossed his arms over his chest, sulking. "Fuckin' Feli, having to get an award…"

"Maybe you'll have fun," the Spaniard suggested. "Who knows? You'll have to go there to figure that out."

"Fun?" Lovino scoffed. "Don't make me laugh. Those concerts are so boring. The band sucks, and Feli is the only good musician in there. He's the only one who knows what he's doing and makes the rest of them look like a goddamn joke. I mean, you should see him compared to the others. There is no reason why he shouldn't be in some kind of professional band or something. He doesn't need to toil away at some suck-ass high school like this."

Antonio always loved listening to his roommate "complain" like this. He truly believed that Lovino never really noticed the compliments that were pouring from his mouth alongside all of the insults. It was cute how his roommate didn't appear to care but his words always said otherwise. Sometimes he wondered how Lovino talked about him to others. Were there little compliments peppered into that dialogue as well?

"So what are your plans for this weekend anyway?" Lovino asked, bringing his roommate out of his thoughts. "Surely you won't be sitting in this room all weekend, studying or some shit, right?"

"You never know," the Spaniard replied as he finished his assignment. He closed the laptop and looked over at his roommate. "Maybe I'll pull up high school bands and listen to them on loop all weekend while thinking of you."

His roommate smirked. "You make me sick."

"That's the goal," Antonio gleefully replied. "But I hope you have a good weekend."

"Believe me, I won't."

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An hour after Lovino left, Antonio's phone began to ring. He checked the Caller ID and noticed that it was Charlotte. It puzzled him as to why she was calling him when they haven't spoken much since his graduation party. They were always busy with homework or studying or college clubs. It made Antonio lonely at first, feeling forgotten, but once he and Lovino became closer, it was as if he didn't even miss her anymore.

"Hello?" he asked, picking up the call. "Char, is that you? It's been so long. How's college?"

"I can't really complain," she replied with a giggle. "It's so good to hear your voice again, Toni! I'm so sorry that I haven't been keeping in contact very well. College is really taking it out of me, you know?" Charlotte sighed. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be in your city tomorrow evening. I was thinking, if you weren't busy, we could get dinner or something. What do you say?"

Antonio was dumbfounded for a moment and needed a moment to recover. Was it true? Was he really going to see Charlotte again after months of not speaking? "Yes!" he exclaimed, trying to mask the eagerness in his voice. "I would love to! When and where?"

"What do you say to seven o'clock at the cute Italian restaurant just off your campus? Do you know which one I'm talking about?" She giggled as he confirmed. "Great! I'll see you then, Toni! Until tomorrow!"

When he hung up, Antonio couldn't stop grinning to himself like an idiot. It felt too good to be true. He was going to see his beloved Charlotte again! What should he wear? How should he act? His heart hammered at the thought of being able to kiss her again. He hoped that she would allow him to!

And with his thoughts in a flurry such as that, his day came to a close.