Once Feliciano got me into the kitchen we made way too much pasta so Grandpa Rome asked- more like told me to take some left overs to the damn new neighbor. "I don't want to go damn it! I don't fucking know them."

My words only gave me a hit to the back of my head. "Watch your language Romano." Grandpa Rome told me. "The neighbor is a friend and I want you to meet him." I could tell by his tone that there would be no way to argue with without getting into trouble. For such a flamboyant guy, he could get really serious and some times even a bit scary when provoked.

"Yeah, yeah whatever Grandpa." I went upstairs to my room to grab my backpack to hide my gun behind it in the back of my pants. With having been part of the mafia, old habits are hard to break. Besides, with how big the yards were there, it was around a quarter mile of darkness to the nearest house. After having grabbed my gun, hidden so Grandpa wouldn't see it, I grudgingly walked outside to the street to head to the new neighbor's house. 'Well this should be excruciatingly boring' I thought as I dragged my feet as I walked and lightly swung the bag with the pasta in it. "I barely even ate before they fucking sent me out here." I mumbled to myself and stood in surprise as I gazed upon the newly painted red house. It looked like a tomato red with green window trim and a green door. I knocked on the door loudly and waited but no one came to the door. "Oh well. It's not my damn problem if they aren't home." I said and heard a loud crash like a bunch of glass broke. "What the fuck?" I quickly pulled out my gun with a finesse learned from the years in the mafia. It was almost pitch black as I felt along the side of the house to the back where the crash came from. There was a small dying light around back producing just enough light to see objects but not fully make out what they were. There many strange shadows that looked like rows of bushes with bumps on them. 'what the hell are those?' I looked over by the wall and saw something broken. I ran my hand along it and felt that it was a wooden ladder with a cord around it. I ended up cutting my finger along something sharp that was probably a broken light. 'some one must have been hanging lights and fell... Then where is the person..?' I heard a sound from behind me and aimed my gun at the moving mound and let out a tiny squeak as they stood up over me and shined a flashlight on me, but not in my eyes.

"L-lovi?" I heard a regrettably familiar voice ask.

"Shit. You're the stupid neighbor my damn Grandfather wanted me to meet so damn badly?" I huffed and forgot about my gun, which was still aimed at Antonio's chest.

"You're Rome's grandson?" He paused for a moment. "Uh Lovi, would you please lower your gun?" He asked a bit nervously and I lowered my gun in response. "and what are you doing here Lovi?"

I frowned, "Nothing. I'll leave then." I turned to go back home and my hand was caught by that Spanish bastard.

"Wait Lovi." I turned back around to him staring at his calloused hand so warm around mine and blushed. "I didn't mean it like that. In fact, I'm glad you are here and well I just want to know why you came to visit." He said.

"Let me go." I started lifting the gun again and it was taken from my grasp as Antonio's light fell to the ground and I finally could see his face. His eyes were hard staring into mine intently.

"Lovi. Guns are not toys and should not be treated as though they are not dangerous." He said a bit harsher than how he normally talked. He still had my hand and then my gun. "Be careful of who you point them at and I do not appreciate you pointing yours at me." The look in his emerald eyes then could have melted snow with one look alone.

I did NOT find it attractive either. "Well I uh, brought you some left over pasta. Grandpa Rome made me." Antonio smiled and finally let og of my hand to pick up the light. "And give me my gun back damn it!"

Antonio smiled. "with tomato sauce?" confusing me and he must have seen my confused look because he then said, "for the pasta."

"Oh, uh yeah." I then remembered that he changed subjects from my gun. "I said give me my gun back damn it!"

Antonio chuckled. "Only if you promise not to point it at me any more. It's very dangerous Lovi." Antonio then lead me to his back porch to turn on the light and my eyes widened at the mess. The wooden ladder I felt earlier was in half and the glass that I had heard and cut my finger on was from lights like I had thought and it was all over the back yard. I then noticed that the weird bush thingies I saw earlier was actually a bunch of tomato plants. It looked like there were around fifty of the potted plants. "um, Earth to Lovi." He waved a hand in front of my face, which I swatted away. "Do you promise not o point your gun at me anymore?" He asked.

"Yeah whatever. Just give it back." I was happy to feel the cold metal in my hand once again but then Antonio's warm hands were around mine again.

"Oh Lovi, you cut your finger. Come on." He pulled me inside.

"What the hell Tomato Bastard?"

He must have been amused by the name that I gave him because he laughed for a while. "Well I have never been called that before. Anyway, I'm getting you a band-aid." He sat me down on the couch even with my protests and got a band-aid as he said he would.

"I can do it myself damn it." I said as he started to put the band-aid on me himself.

"I know Lovi, but I want to do it." He smiled and put the band-aid on. "All done." He looked to the bag I had brought. "And now some delicious pasta. Did you make it Lovi?" He held out his hand to help me up off of the couch but I just got up myself -I didn't need his help- and went with him to the kitchen. His house was simple; beige and tan walls with a few decorations or furniture scattered about. With peachy-tan color walls with cherry wood cabinets the kitchen was just as boring accept for a basket of tomatoes on the granite countertop.

"Well my brother made the noodles and I made the sauce." I said.

Antonio pulled two plates out of the cabinet and opened the box with the pasta. "hmm, smells delicious." He made us both a plate of pasta and pulled out a bottle of wine. "Would you like a glass Lovi?" he opened the Bordeaux and poured himself a glass and me one too after I nodded.

I figured that since I didn't really get much pasta at home that there wasn't anything wrong with eating at Antonio's house. I also had a couple, well about five glasses of the wine and by that time Antonio and I were joking with each other... Although he had only had two glasses so I was the only one affected by the drinks. "So tomato bastard. Why do you have so many tomato plants out back?"

Antonio smiled and I blushed slightly. "I love tomatoes, in fact you look kind of like one now." He walked up to me and cupped my cupped my face in his hands making me turn any more red and if I hadn't had the drinks I definitely would have pushed him away right then and there. "And you're also very cute."

"S-shut up." I muttered. "I'm n-" I was cut off my his lips being pressed against mine. I ended up kissing him back and one of his hands moved to wrap his arm around my waist pulling me closer. I felt his tongue caress my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I gave him, but not fully of my own will. I wasn't completely sober so it wasn't my fault, but damn he was a good kisser. His tongue was warm against my own as we made our way back to the living room, bumping into a couple walls. Once we were back into the living room, Antonio layed me back onto to the couch and we finally broke apart for some much need oxygen. I was breathing heavy with him laying across me. I looked up into his eyes, which staring down at me intently.

He ruined the moment by asking, "Lovi, are you drunk after only five drinks?" He looked puzzled I think, but I wasn't paying much attention as I brought him back down for another long kiss. "Ah Lovi stop, if you continue like this I won't be able to hold back. I know if you were sober you probably wouldn't be so willing..."

I groaned in irritation. "Just...shud up." It took me a moment for the words to form right.

Antonio sighed. "Just as I thought." He got off of me and pulled up into a sitting position and tilted my chin up. "I won't take advantage Lovi. I care about you too much." He gave me light peck on the lips and picked me up.

"P-put me..down..Tomato Bastard." I put my arms around his neck and should because the room was spinning and I didn't want him to drop me.

"Calm down Lovi. I'm just carrying you to bed." He opened his bed room door. I lied down on his soft mattress and he lied down with me.

I tried looking around but there wasn't light. "Uh, the room spun."

Antonio shook the bed lightly with his laughing and he draped and around my waist. "Just sleep Lovi. In the morning, the room won't be spinning." I fell asleep very easily after that.