¡vamos!

it was the afternoon. since they were class neighbours, they'd met again.

- so i do really not know you, huh?

Salieri murmured, softly.

- about that incident, i - uh

a wick of his hair hid his eye, and the rest of the hair untied a lil on its own, so he untied it all. his dark long hair up to his torso. he laughed nervously.

- 't was random, really, i uh...

- yes? asked Wolfgang as if he was hesitantly replying yes to a "do you wanna marry me?" question. (nota : my best friend and i when i asked if she could team up w/ me for a group work)

- i uhh-

Mozart cut him, smiling.

- Antonio, i know that it wasn't about me. you dont seem to be particularly fond of me. even if you were, being gay, bi or pan or whatever is extremely natural (even tho the word for straight in russian is natural, which sucks terribly, in fact—)

Salieri cut him, his hands on his hips, smiling devilishly.

- you misspelled "its okay would you like to go out with me" extremely bad there

Mozart looked so shocked, but the english teacher continued talking.

- according to the American psychia-

She cut herself in the process

- what are you talking about?? is there anything more interesting than what i'm saying, that you would like to share?

Salieri crossed his arms.

- i am sure there is. Besides, it was just wondering what who when how, nothing interesting. the American psychiatric association is indeed interesting. i for example am bipolar. felt like i needed to say it.

A few hours later, it was finally the evening. they hadn't mentioned the "you wanna go out with me?" incident. Salieri didnt want to do so. as a matter of fact he wanted to bury himself in the sand. Mozart had his girlfriend. she came to see him, they had an enchanting conversation AND OF COURSE HE WAS LISTENING. he now HATED him and Constance, simply because they were happy. he also remembered the music incident earlier that day... his cheeks reddened, out of embarrasment and arousal, and he felt his crotch rising once again.

fuck that. fuck this shit.

thankfully, everything was in his mind. the thing had not risen again. however, the cheeks were burning his face. his first day being Mozart's roomate and vice versa had only been him pretending to hate the musician, while flirting dangerously with him because why not. Mozart did not pretend to hate him. In fact, he faked falling over, so that he could catch Salieri looking at his ass. luckily, the Italian musician knew better and continued reading his magazine. but, actually Mozart had faked falling over so well that his leg hurt extremely badly.

- S-Salieri?!

Salieri laughed extremely sweetly.

- Wolfgang, he said, i think we have to go to the hospital or i don't know, somewhere that they can fix this.

- or, instead of alarming me, you could, dont know, go find an adult? haha, just an idea

Salieri looked at him in a snobbish way, opened the door and told him

- Pf, if i can't laugh anymore then...

he closed the door and Mozart was amused.

he found adults that could help, and accompanied him to the hospital — just because he hadnt anything else to do, huh, and not out of friendliness... Mozart tried to kiss him on the cheek, but Salieri didnt reciprocate yet, so he insisted that no.

he dropped the "stay in your lane" sentence okce again, but added things to it.

- i think i dont hate you, i mean not exactly. i dislike you, yes, you may like me... but i hate kisses and i do not reciprocate.

- it matters, you know im confused? i dont like you like that, i have a girlfriend

salieri did a side eye.

- yes. what the hell was this, then?

he was asked to get out by the practitioners. he did, continuing to read a magazine. he wondered what to do next. when the estimated wait was over he simply handshaked Mozart and left him afterwards. that wasnt him coded to do so, but the man had almost kissed him. the man wanted him so bad and he decided he wasn't going to be allowed to have him.

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Mozart was sent home because of his broken leg, and his mom had to pick him up. A lot of questions crossed his mind, including why exactly did Salieri leave him so soon?... but he promised to himself that he was going to think about that later... a few days passed, and Salieri and Mozart, being more than class neighbours, meaning living next to eachother in real life, were a lot in contact those days, and once Salieri and him had tried writing a piano masterpiece together. Salieri gave it a shot and sung.

I can't even write a song

when you're standing over me

my heart is doing ding dong

baby it's like... like...like...

see, I forgot the words ...

it's like living in a one faced world

completed Mozart

he stopped the piano and the singing because he had to know what the why the hell Salieri came up with this.

- who is this about? he asked, grinning

perhaps this was the question he loved asking. Antonio was pissed. extremely pissed.

- your mom. Now, seriously, it's uhhhh I would say that it's uhhh general, uhhhm please don't ask.

Antonio could have died in this moment.

- okay! fine but seriously, are you interested in someone?

Salieri stood up with his hands on his hips.

- do I have to say THE sentence again or will you shut up?

Wolfgang rolled his eyes.

- Tonio, just kiss me if the vibe I get from you is correct

Salieri laughed.

- I don't care. I don't play with vibes, I don't play with questionable concepts, and it's not because I'm bi that I wanna fuck with any and everyone. Plus you have a girlfriend.

Mozart looked pleased with himself and then suddenly completely destructed. A win for Salieri.