This is a story idea prompted by Lilou ^_^ such a wonderful person :D
Basically, Grease, but with more SpaMano :D
This is only a preview for SpaMano Day, since I still have to actually plan the story. It won't be set during the fifties, since Homosexuality probably wasn't as accepted as it is now, so this may end up being a futuristic or modern fic.
:D So enjoy! I'll probably do some actually editing and real writing when I get this story up and running properly, so make sure to reread this when I post again, just in case!
-This Ain't No Eighties Flick!-
Preview
Sand squished between his toes as Lovino looked down at the beach. The sun was setting over the horizon and his heart fluttered in his chest as he waited for his mysterious friend to come along.
"Lovi?"
The young Italian turned his head and smiled softly. Never would he have ever believed in falling in love, but here they were.
He stood up and crossed the sand and flung himself into the older teen's arms, getting a rather large, loving hug.
It was their last night together on the coast and the next day, Lovino would be spending all his time further upstate where his grandfather had just purchased them a large home in the suburbs. He hadn't wanted to come here from Italy, but Antonio had made him change his mind about the States being so bad.
With a sweet kiss, memories of building sand castles and sitting in cafés by the beach while sharing stories from childhood flooded back bringing tears to Lovino's eyes. When he broke away, he noticed Antonio's eyes had also misted up.
"I hate goodbyes." Lovino muttered.
"It's not goodbye …" Antonio looked saddened.
The Italian frowned, "We might never see each other again."
"Don't talk like that!" they shared another kiss.
"I can't help it. This really was the best summer of my life, Antonio."
Antonio smiled softly and wrapped his arms tightly around Lovino's waist, pressing his face into his neck. The teen smelled of lily of the valley. Getting a bit ahead of himself, Antonio began kissing and nibbling Lovino's neck.
Lovino growled and pushed him away, "Don't."
With a nod, and a pout like a kicked puppy, Antonio released his summer love.
"Lovino! We have to go!" he heard his grandfather call out.
A heavy heart mourned the loss and he waved goodbye. As his grandfather's packed car drove down the road, he stared at the waves crashing against the beach. Would he ever see Antonio again? Probably not. Because of his grandfather's strict rules, he didn't have a computer, nor a phone to himself. Apparently, neither did his cousins, whom he would have the pleasure (or lack thereof) of sharing a house with for his final year of school.
He didn't look forward to it, especially now that he sported a new broken heart. Oh well. As his grandfather would say-
"Time heals those broken hearts. I've had a few in my day and trust me, the memories will sweeten with age and things should get better."
~ Lady Pyrien
