I had another one of those dreams again. But it was different this time. It was almost like I could feel those touches and kisses against my skin, feel the depth of the thrusts, how my body quivered, and how I begged for more.

It made me rather excited. Not just in an aroused sense. Quite frankly, that scared me. Though I still never knew who it was that sent me over the edge night after night. The voice I had heard last time had faded. All I could make out was the muscular, tanned body, and the dark curly brown hair.

It drove me insane not to know who this was! Even if it wasn't a real person, I just wanted a damn name! Anything to know what to call out in those dreams.

My feet hit the cool wood of the floor, and I cursed silently, so not to wake my brother. I ran to the bathroom, and locked the door behind me, not wanting to be seen with the wetness of my cum on my crotch, or the sweat on my body from the dream.

I turned the water on, and filled up the bathtub, stripping out of my boxers and quickly wiped down my front.

"God, I'm disgusting..." I murmured, looking at myself in the mirror. "Utterly fucking disgusting."

I checked the time. Three A.M.

Great.

I had school in four hours. It seems that I won't be going back to sleep. Not after this bath. I'd be up all damn day.

As I slid into the warm water, I couldn't stop thinking about that dream. The way those kisses were placed felt...really familiar. As if I had even kissed like that before. It made my head hurt like a bitch to think about, but I couldn't turn my thoughts onto a different path.

"Antonio." The name came out with a breath. "An-fucking-tonio."

I had the name.

Water went everywhere as I thrusted my face into the bath, letting out a scream. There was NO fucking way that ANTONIO FUCKING CARRIEDO put his dick in me in MY own dream!

That was disgusting! Even more disgusting than the fact that I had looked forwards to those dreams! Next time I saw that smug bastard, I was going to punch him in the face! Right in that goofy smile of his!

I came back up for air, panting. I was furious. No, worse, I was homicidal! I am not going to put up with some dickhead who thinks he can worm his way into my sexual fantasies.

"He won't be able to use that thing ever again!" I growled, eyes narrowed, water dripping down my face. I was angry, but my face burnt with heat from the thought of that tomato bastard actually doing things like that to me.

No, no, no, no! I shouldn't be thinking like that! I would never let him touch me again! Not after what he pulled last night, dammit!

Angrily, I finished my bath, and stomped downstairs, eating breakfast. I thought of all the ways I could make that cheeky son of a bitch pay.

I could push him into the stream that was by the school, or maybe tell him to meet me in an abandoned classroom and have his clothes off, and be embarrassed by the whole junior class! Then I bet he wouldn't ever want to talk to me again! That would be perfect!

But...why do I feel sad about not seeing that dumb smile of his? Or hearing his annoying laugh?

I looked into my bowl of cereal as if it held all the answers I was looking for. And of course, I didn't find anything except for colorful pieces of Captain Crunch floating in my milk.

I angrily pushed the bowl away, and stomped off to the living room, laying on the couch, pissed.

"Why the hell do I care so much?! I hate his stupid ugly face! He is such a freak." I held my head in my hands, a growl of frustration leaving my throat.

What my mind came up with was impossible. Utterly impossible.

I had a crush on a bastard. A Spanish bastard to be exact.

I had fallen asleep on the couch, and the next thing I knew was that I was wing awakened by my brother's annoying voice.

"Lovi, Lovi, you fell asleep on the couch...It's time to get up! Ve...School starts in an hour!"

I waved a hand, murmuring something incoherent. It took me a second to realize what he had just said.

"Shit..I'm up, I'm up..." I pushed him away so I could get up and stretch.

Feliciano dashed away, and returned a minute or so later with my shoes, ID, and backpack.

"Thanks Feli..." I yawned, sliding my shoes on, and pulled the ID over my head, backpack on my back. After that, we headed out to walk.

"Hola Feli! Hola Lovi!"

'Goddammit.'

"Can I walk with you guys?" Antonio trotted over.

'No. No you can't.'

"Sure, 'Toni!" Feliciano chirped happily.

'Dammit Feli, you are such an idiot!'

I didn't say anything. I just sighed, and sped up. I didn't want to see Antonio's tomato stuffing face.

And I hated the fact that I turned to take a peak. Just one look at the manly features of the spaniard, and my heart started thumping twofold.

"Lovi, why are you walking so fast?" Feli called out for me. I hadn't realized that I actually was maybe two yards ahead of them.

"Uh, sorry.." I mumbled, and slowed down a little, letting them catch up.

"...And then me madre told me, "Antonio, you are going to have to pick up the pace, or else your cerebro won't be able to comprehend anything! You'll fall behind!" It kind of made me sad, but I knew she was right, so I just told her, "Si, mama." And went to go to bed."

Feliciano looked at him with amazement. What an idiot. "Wow, 'Toni! That sounds like you've got a lot of studying to do!"

"Tch. As if studying would held his brain. There's nothing in that skull but hot air." I scoffed.

"Lovi, that's not a very nice thing to say." Feli scolded me.

"It's damn well true." I replied, and grit my teeth together. I could feel Antonio's gaze locked on me. It made me remember last night, how he touched my shoulders, and kissed my skin, making me shiver and-

"Stop that right now Lovino!" I said aloud, voice angry. I knew the other two had been startled, seeming how they had stopped walking. But I didn't give a shit. I kept walking, and shut my mouth. I wasn't going to think about what little amount of sexual action we had shared on the porch last night.

I just wanted to get to school so I didn't have to think.