"Giorno, Fugo, I need your help," Bruno said, his cheeks pink. They were in Libeccio, and the two teens sat with Mista and Narancia. Abbacchio had to use the bathroom. "It's not urgent, but it's…urgent."
"But, Bucciarati, what about Mista and me?" Narancia asked.
He sighed. "This is a task for these two. Anyways, we need to step out somewhere."
The three went outside, stepping into an empty alleyway.
"Is this about Valentine's Day?" asked Fugo.
Bruno's eyes widened. "How did you know?"
"You give Leone lovey-dovey looks, and he feels the same way."
"And how exactly do you know if he likes me back?"
"He takes about you a lot. I was wondering when either of you would make a move on each other."
Bruno was silent for a few seconds. "Wow, was it that obvious? Do Narancia and Mista know? Giorno, what about you?"
"They're smart enough to know, and I thought you and Abbacchio were together," Giorno answered. "When I first joined, Abbacchio seemed defensive whenever I was near you. Funny enough, I spent more time with Fugo."
The two blonds blushed.
"What are you two going to do on Valentine's Day?" Bruno asked.
"We're going to the park tomorrow," Fugo answered.
"I don't think Abbacchio seems like the type to go for a walk in the park."
"I don't think so either. Are you trying to think of what to do? Why not dine out or watch a movie?"
"Wait, how about I make him dinner, and he and I watch a movie at my house?"
"That was similar to my idea, but go ahead. You know what his favorite food is, right?"
"His favorite foods are Margherita pizza and arugula salad, and his favorite drink is white wine! But what movie should we watch?"
"He and I watched Sling Blade one time. He did mention how he wanted to watch that with you."
"He did?"
"But, Bucciarati, are you going to—you know." Fugo's face turned red. "I know you. I remember I had to look for you because Polpo needed something done, and somebody pointed me to a hotel. When I got there and found your room, I heard noises."
Bruno's face turned red. "Ah, yes, I'll remember to get those. Excuse me. I might ask Abbacchio out now that everyone knows it's obvious."
He went back inside Libeccio and returned to the table, and Abbacchio sat with Mista and Narancia. Giorno and Fugo sat back down with the rest of the group. All of them except Abbacchio waited for Bruno to say something, but Bruno was too shy to ask him out with a group of people staring at him. Fugo tapped his foot.
"Abbacchio!" Bruno called out.
Abbacchio turned around to face him with a smile on his face. He smiled back. They stared at each other for a while until Giorno cleared his throat.
"Shut it, Giorno!" Abbacchio yelled. "I'm trying to hear what Bucciarati has to say."
"W-we need to step out for a few minutes," he said, grabbing Abbacchio's hand. Once they were outside the restaurant together, Bruno regained his confidence. "It's hard to ask someone out when people are watching. Do you want to spend your Valentine's Day with me?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Abbacchio hugged him. "What will we be doing?"
"Want to have pizza at my house while we watch a movie? I was thinking of renting Sling Blade."
"Sling Blade? Oh, that's my favorite movie! Wait, you're inviting me to your house? Am I also going to spend the night?"
"Of course!"
"Alright, we should head back inside."
Returning to their seats, they noticed the teens rushed to sit in their chairs.
"Were you watching us?" Bruno asked.
"No," Narancia lied.
Abbacchio frowned and furrowed his brows.
"Yeah," admitted Fugo.
"We were dying to know when you two would make it official," Mista added.
"Good luck on your date tomorrow, you two," Giorno said.
"Thank you…Giorno," Abbacchio replied.
It was Valentine's Day, and Abbacchio was freaking out. He called Narancia and Mista for help. They arrived at where he resided, and he invited them in.
"Abbacchio, what's wrong?" asked Narancia.
"I'm not sure what to wear. Should I change my makeup?"
"Relax," Mista told him. "Just wear something casual. You are going to spend the night with him, right? And you'll be eating pizza and watching a movie, right? Yeah, that's totally casual. Just act cool."
"Act cool? Right. Cool. Am I cool?"
"You listen to music constantly and look like you don't care about anything. And if Bucciarati thinks you're uncool, that's okay because you have big feet, and you know what they say about people with big feet."
"What do they say about people with big feet?" Narancia asked innocently.
Mista looked at him in surprise. "You don't know?"
"No, but Abbacchio, make sure Bucciarati enjoys his time. I've known him since I was fourteen. You know how duty-bound he is. He's a pent-up ball of sexual frustration."
Abbacchio blushed. "Well, that explains why Bruno compared you to a condom."
"Wait, what?"
"Nothing. I don't think our night will end up like that. Besides, I never had"—his face turned even redder—"s-sex."
"Really?" Mista's mouth opened wide. "No way. Okay, well, you know how to give head, right?"
"I don't think it's going to go down like that!"
"Hmm, you're right. What if Bucciarati goes down on you."
"Mista, enough!" Abbacchio yelled in embarrassment. "Look, are you going to give me actual advice or not?"
"Okay, okay! So you might end up doing something called the 69. For me to show you how to give good head, I'll need an eggplant."
"No, Mista! I don't need sex advice! Please, stop! Wait, how do you even know this stuff?"
"Sometimes Narancia does homework at a library while Fugo tutors him. I get on the computers and look at porn."
"I'm not taking advice from a guy who watches porn," Abbacchio turned to face Narancia, looking concerned. "Do you know about this?"
He shook his head. "I'm too busy with my homework to mess around with the computers. Maybe we should call Fugo. He'll probably give good advice."
"And if he doesn't pick up and Giorno answers? I don't think so." Abbacchio stared at the clock. "I should get my stuff and get going. I'll take your advice and relax."
The three left the apartment, and Abbacchio walked to Bruno's house. Meanwhile, Narancia and Mista discussed what to do next.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Narancia asked.
"Maybe. We'll watch him from a distance."
Bruno finished the pizza and took it out of the stove to cool it off. He walked over to the living room to dust off. Then the doorbell rang, and Bruno checked the peephole. It was Abbacchio, and he opened the door for him.
"Leone, you're here!" he said.
Abbacchio blushed. He probably wasn't used to someone saying his first name. "Bruno, how are you?"
"I'm happy now that you're here. Come on in. The pizza is cooling off. Oh, I see you brought your stuff. My bedroom is upstairs." Before Bruno could close the door when Abbacchio entered, he could've sworn he saw something orange hiding in the bush. "Wait!" Abbacchio stopped.
"Something wrong?"
He looked at him. "Were you followed?"
"I don't think so. Wait." Abbacchio dropped his things and headed to the front door. "Narancia, Mista, if you're there, go home!"
Bruno checked outside. The orange thing in his bush was gone, but maybe Narancia, assuming the orange thing was Narancia's strange skirt thing, retreated somewhere when he looked away. "Never mind them." He closed the door. "It's probably just my imagination. Sorry for bothering you. Actually, let me give you a tour of my house."
They were already in the living room. There was a worn-out sofa and a loveseat, both in green, an average-sized television, and a rectangular coffee table.
"Underneath the stairs is the bathroom," Bruno informed. "If you have to go, it's right there. No need to head upstairs."
Next, Bruno showed him the dining room and kitchen. The table with four chairs was dusty, and the pizza Bruno made was on the counter. Other than the dining room, the place seemed tidy so far.
Then Bruno took his hands and led him upstairs into a small hallway. "To the left is the bathroom, and the room further down to the left is my old room. The only door on the right is the room I currently sleep in. It's a double bed, so there's room for us both."
Abbacchio went into the bedroom. It was too dark to see anything, but he placed his bag near the door and left. Then the two went downstairs, heading to the living room to watch the movie. Bruno inserted the DVD in the player and rushed to the kitchen to get the pizza.
He returned, placing the pizza on the coffee table. His stand carried two sodas and placed them down. The movie started, and Abbacchio took a bite of his pizza.
"Careful, it's hot!" Bruno warned.
"Ah!" He burnt the roof of his mouth and then giggled nervously. "Oops."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Abbacchio blushed.
Time flew by, and they ate all the pizza. Abbacchio must've watched this a lot because he fell asleep on Bruno's lap. While he slept, Bruno brushed his hair with his fingers. Right when something interesting was about to happen, he gently shook him awake.
"Did I miss it?" Abbacchio slowly rose.
"Nope. Sorry for waking you up."
"No, you're fine. Hey, Bruno, you got something on your cheek."
"Hmm, where?" His hand hovered his face, ready to wipe it off.
"Over here." Abbacchio kissed his cheek.
Bruno faced him and chuckled. "You also got something."
"Where?"
Bruno kissed his lips and shoved him into the couch, kissing more of him in other places—his cheeks, neck, and chest. Abbacchio arms roamed his arms around his body and pulled him closer to deepen the kisses. The air was hot and heavy around them.
Then Bruno withdrew from the kiss and smiled. "Want to head into the bedroom?"
Abbacchio smiled back. "Of course."
"Mista, what going on?" Narancia asked, struggling to get a view due to the home's foundation. If only he were a few inches taller.
"Oh, it's going how I thought I would!" Mista said, his voice loud.
"Quiet!" Narancia hushed him.
They were quiet, but neither Bruno nor Abbacchio heard them.
"Narancia, they're going upstairs. Let's break in!"
"Are you crazy? No way!"
"Did you know you're wasting your time studying with Fugo? There's so much on the internet, you know." The gunslinger grew a sinister smile. "I know a website that can teach you things."
"I don't like using the computer. Those are for nerds like Fugo and Giorno. Besides, you'll probably trick me into looking at an adult site."
"I'm going to tell them you said that."
"Fine, but this is messed up. What if we get caught? Why are you so interested in this?"
"I'll tell them it's my idea. Now hurry! Abbacchio needs guidance. Just don't watch. Bruno and Abbacchio might get mad."
They'll get mad at you too. Narancia went to the door, unlocking it quickly with a clip. When he slowly opened the door, the hinges creaked.
"Dude, do you want us to get caught?" Mista complained.
He'd tell him to hush, but he didn't want to make any more noise. And speaking of noises, they heard some water running upstairs.
"What's going on? Are they taking a bath?" the gunslinger speculated enthusiastically.
"It's nighttime. They're brushing their teeth. Maybe we should wait a few minutes before heading upstairs."
They stood near the bathroom under the stairs and heard Abbacchio and Bruno walking around. Mista, taking Narancia by the hand, went upstairs.
Bruno and Abbacchio continued making out until they ran out of breath. They were sweaty and panting. Bruno constantly tugged on his shirt to cool himself off.
"Leone, do you know you're the first person I've kissed?"
"Really? You've never kissed anyone before?"
"I fooled around here and there, but I never kissed anyone. I didn't want to, but I love kissing you. You're a great kisser, by the way. Am I your first kiss?"
"No, I wish you were, though."
"Oh, who was your first kiss?"
Abbacchio frowned. "It was my partner."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"
He silenced Bruno with a kiss. "Don't worry about that." He then wondered if his night would go down as Mista thought. He scooted closer to Bruno. "Do you want to—"
The hinges on the door squeaked, and the door was slightly open, causing both of them to be alert.
"What was that?" Abbacchio asked.
"I don't know. I'll check." Bruno got up from the bed, summoned his stand, and slowly approached the door, opening it wide to reveal whoever was there. "No one. I guess the door decided to move on its own."
Abbacchio sighed, tired. Maybe some other time, they'll do it. "Goodnight. I love you."
Bruno returned to bed, kissed him, and turned off the lights. He cuddled with Abbacchio under the warm and soft sheets. "I love you too."