I really shouldn't be writing this because htwap still has 2 chapters that I need to write but the spamano dynamic in this au makes me really happy and I need to share it. When it gets to the text message part, reg italics are Lovi and bold are the other person. It's pretty to see that though
Anyway, basic au, high school w nyos
Nyo Iggy: Guinevere Kirkland (Gwen-aa-veer)
Nyo Italy: Alice Vargas (Al-ee-che)
Also any part that says it takes place in Italy, you can assume the characters are actually speaking italian k
Enjoy~
ACT ONE
The Vargas' family villa, Italy (Age 8)
Lovino's papa and mama were looking at him weirdly.
"What was that last part, baby? The part about your friend Gabriele?" His mama asked, her smile looking a bit... off.
Lovino huffed, because he hated it when his parents didn't listen to his stories. "I said, me and Gabriele were playing calcio with Ali but then our ball went into Ms. Senforza's yard and she's super scary, so we were all sad but Gabri said that he would go ask his brother for his ball."
"No, no," His papa shook his head as he wiped off Alice's mouth, "After that, the part about... his eyes."
"Oh! Gabri has really pretty eyes! They're like storm clouds, only cooler and-"
"Boys aren't pretty, Lovino."
Lovino scrunched up his nose, because his mama was using her don't say anything like that ever again or I'll wash your mouth out with that icky lilac soap again, I mean it mister! voice, but Lovino hadn't copied any of papa's words.
"But, Gabri is pretty," He insisted, "Just like mama."
Because Gabriele's hair was shiny, just like mama's, and his eyes looked nice and sparkly, just like mama's, and Gabriele made Lovino feel all warm and happy inside, just like how mama did, and papa said that mama was pretty all the time, so Gabriele had to be pretty, just like mama.
His papa reached over and grabbed Lovino, squishing up his small face. "Listen, boys aren't pretty. Boys can't be pretty. You shouldn't feel like a boy is pretty or cute or beautiful; those words are for how girls make you feel and it's wrong to think that about a boy, understand?"
Lovino nodded the best that he could in his papa's hold, "Yes, papa. Will you let go now? Your nails are hurting my cheek..."
Papa immediately let go and launched into his day at work as if nothing had happened, and Lovino decided that he had to be more careful, so that he didn't accidentally say more wrong stuff.
Romulus Vargas' American home, America (Age 16)
"Four letter word just to get me along, it's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tou-"
Lovino, as per his typical morning ritual, nearly threw his phone across the room in his efforts to shut off the annoying alarm (Which did work, but now it was on the floor so Lovino would actually have to get up next time it went off). Then, he snuggled back down into his blankets so he could sleep and pretend that it wasn't the first day of school for almost exactly four more minutes before...
"Loathing, unadulterated loathing."
Fucking wonderful. Right on time.
Lovino almost literally slinked out of his bed, dragging his blankets with him, to grabbed his phone and slam a finger down on the talk button with more force than necessary.
"Fuck you with a rusty rake, Tomato Bastard."
"And good morning to you too, Lovi!" The happy (way too happy, especially for this early) voice trilled loudly.
"You're yelling; you're in the tree, then?" Antonio's mother worked nights, so he had to go around the house in near silence in the mornings. Luckily - Lovino supposed it was, since he probably would be late to school more often than not if not for his wake up call - the oak tree in their front yard had a branch that Antonio could climb onto from his bedroom window.
"Si! And listen, there are a bunch of bird out here too," The idiot on the other side of the line went quiet and Lovino could faintly hear birds in the background.
Lovino shifted the phone to his shoulder and forced himself to leave the warm confines of his blanket cocoon so that he could get ready and get this day over with as fast as possible. "Fantastic. Did you start the coffee yet?"
"Oh, um, I was going to but then I had to call you and the birds and-" Lovino dropped the phone as he hopped in an attempt to get his canary yellow skinny jeans on (And Lovino had gotten sinfully good at ignoring the part of his brain that said that only girls wore skinny jeans, much less colored ones, because he looked good, damn it), so he missed the middle of Antonio's weak apology. "-But after I get off the phone I'll get right on it!"
"Then get it done now," Lovino growled as he finished tousling his hair perfectly, and ended the call.
Perfect, Lovino thought as he stood in front of his mirror, surveying himself.
"Perfect!" A voice echoed his thoughts from the doorway, and Lovino spun around and glared at his younger sister. "Morning Lovi! I made eggs and bacon, and, ve, nonno isn't here - I think he spent the night at that one girl's house, what was her name? Lisa? - so you only have to battle me for it."
Lovino didn't reply to anything Alice said as he made his way downstairs, but fuck everything, the old man had promised that he would stop doing that. It was a bad influence on Ali. "Is your German Shepherd picking you up or what?"
"It's really Sakura picking all of us up, but yes. And I wish you'd stop calling her that. I mean, ve, it's slightly better than 'Potato Bitch', but only barely," Alice said with a click of her tongue.
"I only don't call her Potato Bitch when I'm around you or when I'm speaking to her face, but I don't have time to talk to you about nicknames," Lovino checked his phone for the time and swore under his breath, "Damn, I'm going to be late."
"Say hi to big brother Tonio for me!" Alice yelled after Lovino's back, and Lovino flipped her off.
Lovino was a realist, and as such he realized that this year was probably going to suck.
The Idiot
If we run into the before school rush because you're taking your goddamn time
Then I will destroy you
Hurry the fuck up dummy
Kirkland, Guinevere
You changed your name in my phone
You noticed. I don't like being called "Gwenie", you know.
Not that you would've gathered that from the millions of times that I've said it before.
Sarcasm doesn't transfer well over text eyebrows
And its gwenie kirks now
CHANGE IT TO SOMETHING RESPECTABLE THIS INSTANT YOU WANKER
Like hell
No matter, I'll change it back next time I get ahold of your phone.
Your pin is typically easy to guess.
My pin is fucking great
If by "fucking great", you mean "incredibly simple", then I agree wholeheartedly.
And I forgot to mention it before, but cute wallpaper.
Fuck you and your dual pigtails
The Idiot
sry lovi!
i woke mama up when i was making breakfast and she yelled at me v.v
but ill be out in a second okay~~
Christ you take forfuckingever come on
Gwenie Kirks
I don't think I'm your type, Lovino.
Hola!
This is Antonio since lovi is driving~
He said to tell you to fuck off which is really mean sry Kirkland
It's fine, Carriedo.
And he wants to know if ur still going to meet us at the park
Is Lovino still buying?
Si~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Were getting donuts rn but he says you have to bring ur own drink
Give me a moment.
Okay!
... R u still there Kirkland?
Yes, sorry, I'm here. Tell Lovino I'll meet you there.
I have a first bell AP, but it's American History and they don't do anything on the first day anyway.
Okay~~
See u there!
"Today is the first day of our Sophomore year, and we're skipping the first bell," Guinevere commented between bites of doughnut as they sat on a picnic blanket in the middle of the park's soccer field, "Does it seem a bit like a romance novel cliche to anyone else?"
Yes, Lovino thought, but it was wrong for boys to read romance novels so instead he said "No one else can detect trashy novel tropes better than you, Gwenie," and smirked at her glare, and pretended not to notice the way that Antonio's smile faltered for a second. "But, Gwen's addiction to bad books aside, I'd like to propose a toast."
"A toast to what, Lovi?"
"I don't know, to anything really," He paused in thought, "Ah, I got it. To surviving another year stuck in this deadbeat town," Lovino answered, raising his coffee tumbler.
Guinevere rose her doughnut, "To skipping class for chocolate-covered doughnuts."
"To pretty birdsong and trees," Antonio chimed and lifted his sugar-filled energy drink, then, smiling at Lovino, added, "And first bell study hall!"
Lovino allowed himself a rare smile, "To making this year ever-so-slightly better than Freshman year!"
They all clinked cups/pastries, and Lovino supposed that maybe he could allow himself to be optimistic, just this once.
Lovi was sort of ooc in the end uggggh but I enjoy writing this so much omg.
Was the text part confusing for anyone?
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