I have no clue how long I stood there by myself, appalled at the socialness of this dance. With every dance, Antonio got passed from girl to girl. I think a couple of them fought a little bit. Typical Antonio, being a player. I saw his german friend and that girl Elizabeta dancing. Not a huge shocker, really. The french guy was off flirting with every chick he could. I sighed. I looked away for just a second, considering whether or not I should walk out of the door and go to my hiding spot. But of course, my seclusion was interrupted.
"Hola."
I looked over at Antonio, wearing his grin. He must've thought I was lonely or something stupid like that, because why else would he have come bother me? I merely grumbled. "Hey idiot."
"You having fun?" His expression was hopeful. What was he getting at...?
"Not really." I looked at the crown again, checking on Feliciano. "The music sucks."
He chuckled a bit to himself. "Si, si, you are right amigo. I suppose Feliciano didn't consult your expertise." His hands were in his pockets. The following silence was kind of awkward.
"What do you want, spaniard?" I asked dully. I didn't feel like yelling all that much.
"For you to dance. Have some fun, Lovino! Tonight's a night to just goof off, don't be so grumpy." He held out his hand, signaling me to follow him.
"I don't think so." I walked towards the door this time, when he grabbed my right arm gently.
"Do I need to pick you up like the time at the beach?" He raised an eyebrow, maniacally. I sighed.
"Whatever." I grumbled and he let me go. I followed him out under the disco ball. While he started picking up the groove of the song, I wondered what the odds were of the disco ball falling and impaling me. I sort of stood there awkwardly, until the song ended and another slower one came on. I mostly swayed to the beat, but Antonio had a different idea. He took my hands and put them behind his neck, and his behind my lower back.
"W-what are you doing, dumbass?!" I didn't understand this at all. I mean, yeah, other people around us were doing it, but that didn't mean I liked it. My face was probably red as he started swaying, causing me to as well.
"It's called dancing, amigo." He wore his grin. Yet again, I got a headache, except it wasn't as bad this time. I was afraid of what would happened if I ran away, so I did everything in my power to force myself to stay put. But I didn't hesitate looking longingly at the exit. He laughed at my response.
"Why do you do this to me, idiot?!" I didn't even know what to think about the whole situation. My face just got redder and hotter.
He leaned his face really close to mine in response. "Because I like you, Lovino."
And with that, I ran.