Heyo my darling readership!
This chapter is actually part 2 of last chapter but it was soooo long so I cut it in half, and voila! As such, there's not Italian flashback.
Also:
1. my nano this year was... THIS SERIES (!) and while I'm well below 50k, I did get a lot of work/plotting done, especially with Gwen and Alice's fics (neither of which will be released until htwap is done, at the very least).
2. The bolded text is stuff in a language that Lovino understands.
Lovino honked more times than strictly necessary when he pulled up to Matthew's address. He instantly regretted that when Alfred F. Jones (Williams-Jones? Lovino didn't know or care) ran out and began touching his car.
"Go away, you American vermin!"
"'Vino, your car is fucking awesome," The American ignored Lovino, "What year is it? Does it have heated seats? How much did it cost? Is this color custom? It's really bright, but that's cool too!"
"No, shoo, I'm not answering your dumb questions, leave my car alone."
"But, dude," Alfred started, only to be interrupted by Matthew's sudden appearance.
"Ah, is there something wrong?" Matthew asked, cheeks pinkening.
"Are you seriously wearing that?" Lovino stared at his clothes. Honestly, it wasn't too bad, definitely not the worst that Lovino had seen when he told people to dress 'casually'. Matthew hadn't changed since school, besides taking off that horrible flannel thing that he had been wearing - thank god - but he still looked decent. Lovino could work with this.
"Yes? You said it was casual, right?"
Lovino clicked his tongue, keeping up his unimpressed facade. "Ugh, I forgot that that's American for casual. Whatever, it'll work. Come on."
"Hey, 'Vino, wait!" Alfred yelled as they began to pull away.
"What do you want?"
Alfred looked away, staring at the ground intensely. Oh god, I think I know what this is about. "Er, I just wanted to know if you had thought about… the thing that I asked you about… you know?"
Lovino sighed, because sometimes he hated being right. He mentally cursed Guinevere and her apparent 'attractiveness'. "Yeah yeah, of course I know. Look, Alfred, I would love to help you and the wino and every fucking other idiot who's attracted to her for some reason, but she said that if I wanted her help - and Dio knows that I need it, even if I don't want it - then I'm not allowed to match her. Mi dispiace, but my hands are fucking tied."
"Yeah, no, it's fine. No problem, 'Vino, I understand." Alfred waved and Lovino drove off, glad to have dodged that bullet.
"Ah," Matthew started, and Lovino didn't have to glance over to know that the other boy was doing that weird hair twisting thing, "Who's this girl? I kind of… thought Alfred was gay."
Lovino winced, he honestly shouldn't have because it was just a word, but he did anyway. "That'd sure make things easier; our school has a fucking abundance of gay."
"And you would know, right, brother?" Alice said in Italian and giggled and damn it, he should have never agreed to ferry his sister to the party.
"Shut the fuck up, Ali, no one asked you!" Lovino growled back, feeling his face heat up.
Lovino saw Alice shake her head in his rearview mirror, "Ah, but someone asked me~"
"Tsk, who the hell would ask you?"
Alice grinned and Lovino tensed because oh shit, he'd just played into her trap, damn it, every single fucking time.
"You know, no one important," She paused, grin widening as Lovino's expression became more and more horrified, "Just 'Tonio."
Lovino flushed instantly, shooting back a quick, "That bastard doesn't count."
"Because he's too biased to count?" Alice asked, her smile bordering a smirk.
"No, because he's a fucking idiot, and no one cares what he has to say either." The car jerked as Lovino slammed on the brakes. He pulled open his door and yanked his seat forward. "We're here. Get the fuck out of my car."
The girls got out and Lovino grabbed Matthew's are to keep him from following them. "Stay. We have to wait for her," He glanced down at his phone, "She says shouldn't take too long. Idiot, texting while she's 'driving'. I hope she crashes."
"But who is she?"
Before Lovino could answer, Guinevere's painfully pink Vespa came up to the curve. He clicked his tongue at her definition of 'casual' partywear, from the ripped jeans to the leather jacket. Yeah, she looked good, but she was more suited to a biker bar than a mild party.
"You should wear a helmet, bitch," Lovino said after he was done appraising her outfit
"As if I need one," She replied, flipping a ponytail over her shoulder, "I drive like a normal human being, unlike some wankers."
She stared at Lovino, and he accepted the challenge, staring back seriously until she started to giggle. He laughed along, until he heard a quiet "Eh?" from Matthew.
"Oh," Lovino gestured to Guinevere, "This bitch is Guinevere Kirkland. She's going to help you get along with the rest of the pervert trio."
"You're not coming with me?" Matthew asked, sounding way too worried for someone who'd had less than three proper conversations with Lovino.
Lovino's blush came back full force, because even if he was back at pretend-that-you-don't-know-about-Antonio's-huge-embarrassing-crush square one, he was still avoiding the Spaniard whenever possible. "No, I… I can't go near those bastards. For reasons."
Guinevere cackled, "You're still whining about that? Bloody hell, Lovino, grow a pair already!"
"Fuck you! I'm not bitching about it, I just…" Lovino floundered for a phrase, "Don't want to deal with it."
Matthew interrupted the argument. "Who?"
"Has Lovino not told you about his-"
"Nothing! My nothing, because it is nothing," Lovino sent Guinevere a hard look, to which she responded with a sarcastic zipped lips motion. "Come on, time to go meet the Bad Touch Trio."
Tomato Bastard
(7:12 AM)
pls dont be srs abt the coming to get me thing its way to early
ur serious arent u
(8:20 AM)
lovi why r u sitting w that boy and not me :C
who is he?
(9:23 AM)
lovi lovi lovi lovi
(10:36 AM)
im gonna throw a pencil u kay
i dont think ms k will care/notice
(10:43 AM)
im fine btw. ms k wasnt too mad
(10:57 AM)
r u going to lottes prty? fran just gave me and julie invites
i thought she hated me jajajaja
good to know thats not a thing :D
(11:20 AM)
loooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
(11:35 AM)
y wont u answer my texts?
did i do smth wrong?
r u mad at me? how can i fix it?
(12:00 PM)
fine lovi ill give u space but im not happy abt it v.v
(5:21 PM)
Thank you
LOVI!
Calm down. What happened to "space"?
that was /hrs/ ago lovi now is different okay
Fine, whatever.
You and the goon squad are at Lotte's, right?
si! fran got us a couch in the basement
their basement is so nice
Stay there.
pq?
lovi why thoooooooooo?
Jesus christ, stop asking questions.
Just keep yourself and your dumb friends in the goddamn basement.
Lovino led them both through the Peeters' front door, nodding as they breezed past the blonde hostess. He weaved through the crowd of students, looking back every now and then to make sure that neither of them had gotten lost. He paused at the basement door.
"Okay, they're down here, apparently."
"Are they now?" Guinevere raised one knowing eyebrow and Lovino stuck his tongue out. "Well, you can call me when you need my assistance."
Lovino grabbed her leather covered arm, "Like hell. You're going down there, you owe me."
Guinevere huffed, mumbling about how it was 'unfair' that Lovino still held the Vespa thing over her, but followed him downstairs anyway. Mere seconds after the trio had descended, Julchen had pulled Matthew into a tight hug.
"Birdie!"
Matthew's face was as red as his sneakers. This is going to be so easy, thank you god. "Hey Jules…"
"C'mon, you gotta come sit with me and Tonio and Franny! You'll love them; they're almost as awesome as me!" Julchen began pulling Matthew over to the couch that BTT had apparently chosen, throwing a quick "And I guess Gwenie and Lovi can come too," over her shoulder.
Lovino and Guinevere's reactions were practiced and near-simultaneous.
"Don't call me 'Lovi'."
"My name is Guinevere, Snow White."
Julchen ignored them, as always, instead presenting Matthew like how someone would introduce their crush to their parents. "Tonio, Franny! This is Matthew Williams-Jones. Birdie, Francis and... Antonio?"
Lovino screeched as Antonio fucking materialized next to him, wrapping his arms around the unwilling Italian. "Get the fuck off, you dumb bastard!"
"Lovi~" Antonio merely tightened his hold the more Lovino squirmed, and began nuzzling Lovino's head as he continued in Spanish, "I missed you! Why didn't you sit with me in study hall?"
"I don't fucking speak Spanish, idiota," Lovino mumbled, pushing Antonio away as he contradicted his previous statement by answering, "And I was busy talking to Matteo, not that it's your concern."
"So you're 'Matteo', si?" Lovino sighed at the slightly (extremely) creepy smile on Antonio's face. He was in a mood again.
"Ah, yes, Matthew Williams-Jones. Pleased to meet you..."
"Ahaha," The harsh, fake laugh made shivers run down Lovino's spine, "Well, it's always nice to meet mi Lovinito's friends~"
"I'm not 'your' anything," Lovino growled, grabbing Matthew's arm and forcing him onto the couch, successfully stealing Julchen and Antonio's spots.
"Um, Lovino," Matthew started, "Shouldn't we-"
Lovino shot a look at Matthew, shutting him up instantly. "Wino! Go get more chairs, and take Guinevere with you. Albino Potato, sit."
Francis winked at Lovino, because he was nearly as good at spotting romantic stuff as Lovino was. "Of course, Lovino; anything for l'amour~ Come along, ma cheri Genevieve."
"How fucking hard is it to just call me Guinevere, frog?"
As the duo walked off bickering, Julchen plopped down next to Matthew. "Franny's always talkin' about 'l'amour', but half the time, I can't even figure out what he's referring to. Do you know, Toni?"
Antonio, who had stolen a chair from a nearby group, glanced at Matthew and Lovino, grin faltering, "I... have an idea, yes..."
Lovino groaned, resisting the urge to physically stop the Spanish idiot from talking. "If you keep suggesting things, I will leave."
Antonio pouted at Lovino, obviously not pleased with how Lovino hadn't given him a straight answer. Yeah, well, fuck you, you have no right to be jealous. I don't like you like that. I don't.
"I still don't know what's going on," Matthew chimed in.
Julchen sighed dramatically, "It happens all the time around these two, and Fran knows what's going on but I don't; it's so unawesome."
"Seeing as your definition of awesome includes yourself, I'm pretty sure I don't want to be 'awesome'," Lovino stood and stretched, before starting towards the stairs, "I'm going to pay my respect to Lotte and make sure that Skulls and Roses didn't kill each other yet. You three, bond or some shit," He paused, deciding that it'd probably be useful to at least tell Antonio to stop being a dick. "And god damn it, stop it already."
Antonio huffed like the child that he was, and Lovino ascended the stairs.
am i doing conflict right? this antonio is really weird for me to write, because he purposely crosses lines, and he's really clingy and possessive and stuff (usually my tonio is nice and sweet and only accidentally mean (/cough but hes always possessive, i'm sorry i like jealous spain)), but i think i'm easing into it as we go along.
also, no flashback this time bc this is technically the second half of chap 3 (i told you i split that one in half) and so last chap's flashback still goes w this chapter (don't worry, we get more young lovi and gabri next chap :D), but i found a new ios7 text message generator, so thats a thing now
also i just now realized that not everyone knows spanish texting slang, so pq? is shortened porque which means "why?"
To all the Americans: Happy Thanksgiving, and #staywoke
see y'all eventually.