Chapter Two:

"Loviiiiiii~! Lovi, Lovi, Lovi, Loviii~! Wake uu –"

"What the hell do you want bastard?!" Awaken from his slumber rather rudely, Lovino yelled at the culprit. He was most definitely not a morning person.

"Oh come on Lovi don't be so grouchy! It's morning! I made pancakes! Let's go eat!"

"Go eat by your fucking self. I'm slee-wha-ah!" Figuring out that simply talking to the boy wouldn't be enough to get him out of bed, Antonio walked into his room, pulled back the sheets and picked up the still-sleeping Lovino. Throwing him over his shoulder, he walked with the flailing Italian to the kitchen.

"What the hell stupid?! Put me down! Idiot! Bastard!"

"But Lovi, if I put you down you'll just go back to sleep! You won't get to taste my amazing cooking!"

"No I won't dammit! Put me do–" For the second time that morning, Lovino was caught unaware by Antonio when he let him go without warning. His ass made not so gentle contact with a chair. Looking up, Lovino glared at the taller Spaniard, who was simply smiling down at him.

"What? You told me to put you down."

"That hurt dumbass."

"Sorry." His apology came with an unapologetic smile, rendering it worthless. "But I bet eating pancakes would make you feel better!"

"No it would not!" By now, he'd calmed down enough to realize that he was indeed hungry. But he'd be damned if he'd tell the Spanish idiot that he wanted his cooking. Unfortunately, his stomach chose that exact moment to protest its lack of food. Antonio simply smirked at his shorter companion. "Not one fucking word."

"About what Lovi?"

"Shut up stupid! Just get me some pancakes already!" It was way too freaking early to be dealing with idiots.

"Okay okay, no need to shout." He pouted for about a second but then his trademark smile was back on. "So for today I thought we could go shopping. You start school soon right?"

"So? I don't need you buying shit for me." Irked by the reminder that he had to start over at a new school in a new town, Lovino's response came out with more bite that he intended.

"But it's a new school year! You're going to need new clothes, folders, backpack, oh maybe a lunchbox, I've heard school lunches can be pretty nasty, course it's been a while since I was in school, well not that long I guess just a couple years–"

"Okay fine! We can go shopping! Just shut up!" A headache was starting to form on is temples and Lovino had the suspicion it was that stupid Spaniard's fault. Doesn't he ever stop talking?

"Oh yay! Now I can pick up some new kitchen stuff too." Brimming with delight, Antonio caught Lovino in a hug. Or at least attempted to. Lovino elbowed him in the ribs before he could totally ensnare him. "Not. Cute."

"I'm a boy dumbass. I'm not supposed to be cute. We leave in 5 minutes. Hurry up and eat." Quickly, Lovino shoveled the rest of his breakfast in his mouth before running back to his room.

Antonio stared after him in surprise. "Ah, Lovi. What am I supposed to do with you?" Smiling to himself, the Spaniard picked up their dishes, washing them in the sink rapidly.

~Lovi's p.o.v~

That fucking idiot! Do I look like I need clothes? Geez I'm not fucking homeless! Fuck him! Ugh but I guess it wouldn't hurt to get some school stuff. But it's not like I don't need him for anything! Got that? Just 'cause I don't have a car or money. Ah fuck who asked you anyway.

After changing into decent clothes (dark jeans and a black t-shirt for those of you who were wondering…creeps.) I walked back into the kitchen to look for the moron. Not surprisingly, I found him still at the table eating pancakes.

"What the hell? I told you to change!"

Antonio looked up, startled. "But I was still hungry. Oh Lovi you look so cute!"

"What did I tell you about cute?! Just shut up and get dressed already!"

He held up his hands, walking slowly around me like I was some kind of wild animal. I growled low in my throat, holding my fingers out like claws, and he bolted out of the room so fast, I was surprised I didn't see skid marks after him. Geez, that guy is so immature.

Five minutes later, we were in his car and driving out to the mall.

"So what do you think?"

"I think that you're stupid."

He laughed. "No. I meant about where I live! What do you think of the sights?"

Right, 'cause I've actually gone out, in the 24 hours I've been here. Dumbass. "I don't know."

Suddenly he gasped, swerving the car haphazardly to the side of the road. He parked in front of a little bakery, cars honking as they passed us. I was gripping the sides of the seat for dear life.

"What the fuck bastard?! You almost killed us!"

He wasn't even bothered by that fact. He had more preoccupying matters on his mind apparently. "I forgot that you haven't gone out since you got here! Oh I have so much to show you!"

I just blinked at him. Until I understood what he had said.

"You fucking idiot! You drove us off the road like that just so we could go shopping at a stupid bakery?! You freaking dumbass!" To show just how fucking pissed I was (if my yelling didn't get to him, which it wasn't apparently) I rained down punches on his head, stomach, ribs, anywhere I could reach.

"Ow, Lovi what-ow! Okay okay I'm sorry! Just-ow-quit hitting me! Ow!"

Since he finally seemed to get it, I stopped my assault, but not before landing one more good punch to his stomach. Hopefully he'd remember this the next time he tried it.

He got out of the car, walking around the front to open my door too, but I beat him to it. Does he think I'm a girl?!

"What the hell are we going to get at a bakery?"

"What? Oh nothing actually. But this is a good place to start shopping!" Geez he sounded like such a valley girl. "Let's go!"

Shaking my head, I followed him down the street, hoping no one would think I was actually involved in any way with this moron. Just to be sure, I kept a distance of five feet between us.

And, of course, the idiot had to go and put his arm around me. "This entire street has –"

Ramming my elbow into his ribcage, I quickly escaped from his grasp. "Don't touch me."

"Not. Nice."

"Whatever. What are we doing here bastard? I thought we were going to get school stuff."

"I wanted to take you sights–"

"I don't need that."

Antonio pouted. Seriously…how old is this guy? Sometimes I don't know if he's taking care of me, or if I'm taking care of him.

"How about that store right there? It sells pretty good shoes. And I do need some new ones; mine are starting to get a little worn out.

I looked down at my fading black converse…I guess it wouldn't hurt to get another pair.

"Fine, but hurry up. We're not going to spend all day looking at stupid shoes."

A/N: okay I'm soooo suuuper sorry for this late posting…there's not even a plausible excuse to make this better -_- I failed, epically, but ive been so caught up In my senior year, I guess I haven't had time to write…im sorry! I don't deserve any of you guys who've reviewed, but thanks anyways:

Terra Saltt, Lazy Kitty Hyuu, and to an anonymous reviewer, and to all of you who favorited it!

Y'all probably expected a quicker posting but…well shit happens. Still sorry, hope I didn't put any of you off! And also, sorry it's so short! But the next one will hopefully be quicker and longer! Itd be impossible to post it up any later than I did this time, but I'd find a way…anyways yeah, review? Even for such a short chapter? Im sorry, really I am, but bear with me!