The moment my foot hits the street, some girl comes up to me and immediately launches into a conversation about a 'date' we have scheduled. I stare at her for a good thirty seconds and decide she must me one of those psychotic fangirls, trying to stalk me and Feli. She's pretty, I'll give her that much, but still. There's nothing good about a fucking stalker. No matter how sparkly and pretty they are.
We walk like that for a while. Her, chitter chatting away faster than Alfred can stuff his face with that fast food crap. Me, brining my hands up to my ears once in a while to make sure they aren't gushing blood.
"Mio Dio, this chic is annoying. Why won't she shut the fuck up and bother some other poor bastard? Like Feliciano? Shut the fuck up already!" I rant at her in my mind but with my luck, of course I accidently voice what I'm thinking when she calls me by my brother's name, "You're so fucking annoying! I don't know who you are, or what this 'date' we have planned is! If we've ever talked before, I must have been high, or drunk, or something! Why would I want to go out with a motor mouth bastard like you!?"
That shut her up. And made her cry. I sigh and continue walking, leaving her standing there in the street. I feel a little bad for her but if I apologize, she'll never leave me alone, and if Antonio sees us together he'll get the wrong idea.
When I finally get up to his front door, I lift my hand up to knock, but the door swings open before I have a chance to make contact. I look up at the taller Spanish bastard. He just stands there with that stupid smile and greets me. "Hola Feliciano~… where's Lovi?"