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A/N: OMG. Thank you so much, to everyone, for reviewing and favoriting and subscribing!! I can't explain how happy you made me :'D
I hope you all enjoy this chapter too! :) I've taken to writing in my copy of Twilight, so I know what to put xD there are like, red edits and blue addins all over, to help me with Flashlight's story. Heehee.
I'm listening to the male version of "Just Be Friends" by Megurine Luka...it's like, part of a DenNor vid on YT. That has nothing to do with this plot :3
I don't have a beta for this chapter (too late to print and show Lily Winterwood xD) so if you see any typos, tell me please?
Onwards~
Chapter 3 - YOU CREEPER, DON'T STAND SO CLOSE TO ME!
That evening, I had gotten home, done my homework and flopped straight onto my bed. I was dead tired, mainly because it seemed that damn Stalker's energy never freaking ran out and he yapped the whole damn class.
Oh, and cuz I was almost hit by a car. But mainly because Stalker wouldn't shut the hell up.
"I don't think I really introduced myself last class!" Stalker had said loudly. All the girls pulled their cameras out when Stalker showed up and glomped me, and I was blinded yet again; when I could see, five minutes later, it turned that Stalker had been staring at me doing whatever work I could the whole time.
Of course, I didn't freak and scream and cause Mr. Zwingli to throw a piece of chalk at my head.
"Anyway, anyway," Stalker says, looking too cheerful to be human (no, really. You should have seen it, it was scary as fuck), as he continues, "I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! I'm Spanish and I speak more languages than I can count, I was adopted years back by my uncle and his husband of sorts, even though my uncle tops -" And here I tuned him out. I really, really did not want to hear about his fucked up family's sex lives.
Really. I mean, it's not like I'm a gossip whore or anything...
I turned back to my work, only to receive a hard poke in the arm a few minutes later. Stalker had been rambling the whole time, it turned out, and now he was staring at me like a kid on Christmas morning; I realized with a jolt he was waiting for me to introduce myself.
"Lovino Vargas," I spat out, turning back to my work.
"Oooh! Italiano!" he squealed. Yes, he squealed. He also practically jumped and smashed my head against his chest and I thought I heard something crack in my head from both the force and the disturbingly hard chest he was in possession of.
...damn, that sounds wrong.
Anyway, if you can't tell from that rundown, this creep had totally drained my energy. Just sitting next to him made me want to fall over and just sleep.
It was NOT because he was so good-smelling and sexy-sounding and overall gorgeous that it was intoxicating, okay?!
Che.
So after class I got up and virtually ran out, slamming my paper down onto Mr. Zwingli's desk and noticing the slightly sympathetic look he had when I saw Stalker get up just as quickly as me, grab his notebook and chase after me.
Maybe if I ran fast enough, I could get into the car before Stalker could get to me!
It's not like I tripped on the ice and scraped my hands or anything. I mean, duh. I just decided to fall over, as a ruse to slow Stalker down.
He sped up. I jumped and kept running. People were watching now, Stalker yelling, "¡No! Espere, mi pequeño tomate!" I freaked - why the hell was he calling me a tomato?!*
Almost to my car, almost to my car! I pulled the keys out of my pocket, unlocked the car and was about to make a dive for it,
And, naturally, some idiot trying to back out would skid on the ice and swerve straight for me.
I did not shriek and totally freeze up right next to the car door!
Some people might tell you that when you're about to be hit by a car, adrenaline makes everything clear and loud and fast.
Well, they're idiots. Everything seemed to go in slo-mo, like someone had been messing with the DVR remote to my life.
Just as I expected the truck to slam me into the cars behind me and totally make a Lovino-pancake, there was a loud thump which turned out to be my head cracking on the pavement, as well as a weird crushing sound. I wondered how I'd ended up lying down, with Stalker like. On top of me.
Wait, WHAT?!
I shrieked (in a manly way, okay?!) and kicked Stalker's torso (to no avail) before looking at his left hand. It was holding the car back, a huge indent in the side of the van roughly the size of a textbook. There was a hole in the metal - I could feel heat pouring out - and it fit Stalker's hand perfectly.
Oh, right. His hand was still stuck in the side of the car.
Lolwut?
I looked at him with a blank look. There was a worried one on his face and he was biting his lip.
He didn't look good, okay?!
Che.
"Lovi? ¿Estás bien?" His voice was kind of muffled, but I could make out the Spanish.*
Lovi?
Stalker blinked and repeated, in Italian. "Stai bene?"*
I was still a bit in shock and I stared at him still.
"¡Ahh! Yo lo he matado!"* Stalker was totally freaking out, and he ripped his hand out of the car. "I'M SORRY, LOVI!"
"Scendere me, stupido spagnolo!"* I started kicking at him again, and he rolled off with a relieved look. I checked my self for scratches, but when I reached up to touch my forehead there was hot wetness on my fingers. "Damn..." I winced and tried to pull myself up.
"Let me see." Stalker, suddenly serious, reached out to touch the bleeding gash. His fingers felt pleasantly cold, but there was a weird spaz-attack on his face and he jumped up. "Me tengo que ir! Te quiero, Lovino~!"*
The guy driving the van that had almost hit me looked out the window, a trickle of blood dripping down his forehead, and said, "O-oh my God, I'm so sorry!"
I blinked again and was pulled to my feet by a strangely unconcerned Alek as people began crowding.
The hospital was small but organized and I let Alek carry me in on his back, a concerned Lieve trailing next to us and looking at me worriedly. My head hurt like a bitch, as though I had a hangover, though the towel I had pressed to my head had stopped the blood.
"Yes, I'll take a look at him, alright?" I heard a distinct, crisp British accent a few seconds before the doors swung open and a small, slim blonde stepped into the hospital room. The first thing I noticed was actually not the good looks that proved him to be none other than the famed Dr. Kirkland, but actually...those monstrous eyebrows.
They looked like caterpillars had crawled onto his face! Really! Ludwig was trailing after him, a furious look on his face as he strode past the guy who'd almost hit me (I don't know his name, hehe) but that glare wasn't so different than his normal look. Whatever.
"So, I heard you got hit by a car?" Dr. Kirkland chuckled in that annoying British accent.
"No. A tank rolled over my leg." I deadpanned and one of those monster eyebrows twitched before the doc pulled a flashlight out of a lab coat pocket and clicked it on.
"Your son's a charmer," he said to Ludwig as he flashed the light in my eyes. I grimaced as the intrusion of light made my head pound.
A few more moments passed before Doc says, "There doesn't seem to be anything majorly wrong with him. The cut will heal in maybe a month? I doubt the scar will vanish, but your bangs cover it so don't worry." His voice really grated, more than even Stalker's...
After he was done taking some notes on a clipboard, Doc's cell phone rang loudly - some weird French song that pissed me off. He pulled his phone out and answered as he walked over to the computer, and I remembered hearing somewhere that it was rude for doctors to have their cells on them during checkups.
A French accent all but screamed from the other line, "BONJOUR, MON CHER~ CA VA?!"*
I don't speak French, so have no idea what was said. Doctor replied, "Pas mal, fichu grenouille."* Kirkland sighed before adding, "Pourquoi téléphones-tu?"*
Ludwig cleared his throat and Doctor looked up from the page he had just printed. He lowered the phone and said with a cheerful smile, "There's nothing else. You can go if you'd like."
I jumped and wobbled before stumbling my way out.
The next morning, I woke up with a considerably better-feeling head, and I quite cheerfully went and bathed and dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast before realizing it was a school holiday. Teacher conferences or some shit; I don't know, do I look like the kind of person to listen to the principal?
I was so happy. I thought of calling up Lieve and maybe going for a movie or something, and after making scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast, I did so. Lieve agreed to meet me at 12 in front of the movie theater - we were going to see some random horror movie with a freaky-looking Asian chick on the front - and I called Ludwig and told him I'd be out until like, 5 or 6. He told me to be careful and not crash; the roads were slicked with ice, after all. I noticed that he'd put snow chains on my car, too, and scowled when I realized he thought I would still crash. Bah.
Two hours later, I'd finished my week's work (because I work fast and like getting it all done soon) and was dressing to go out. I chose a pair of gray skinny jeans, a white T-shirt with a sort of weird abstract design over the front in various shades of gray and black, and a dark green dress shirt, to keep me from looking too casual. From what I'd seen of Lieve so far, she dressed to impress, and I knew she wouldn't show up in, like, pajamas.
I met the Belgian girl in front of the ticket booth; she was wearing a maroon dress that flared out a little below her hips and ended several inches above her knees, with black thigh-high stockings and a black jacket. There was also a maroon ribbon in her blond hair. She looked very nice and I suppose on anyone else the outfit (which I was sure had been designed by Mom...) would have looked slutty, but not on her.
"You look great," I complimented her with a smile. She returned one, a bit of a blush on her face, and her brother -
HO SHIT. Where the hell did Alek come from?!
I of course didn't have a mini spaz attack right there. I mean, duh.
He was looming in the shadows somewhere, throwing glances at a group of teenage girls, when I noticed him.
"Okay, he's here," Lieve said, turning to Alek and crossing her arms. "You can go away now."
Alek shrugged and walked over to the group of definitely underage girls with a lewd smile on his face. They looked overjoyed to have this tall, good-looking guy with them, though there was a bit of a sour look on Lieve's face. Eh.
"He's so weird," she sighed as Alek walked off with the four girls crowding around him, two on each arm. "They're way too young...oh well." She turned to me and beamed. "You look really nice too, Lovino!" said Lieve, blushing again a little.
I smiled.
"So, let's get tickets then?" I suggested, and we walked over. People were staring at us, and I smirked. Even if I didn't like Lieve that way, we still looked great together; our reflection in the glass door looked like something from a magazine. Hehe.
The movie we saw was terrible and I can't even remember the name. We spent the whole time laughing at how shitty the horror was, much to the disdain of the others in the theater.
It finished at, like, 2PM, so we went to go eat. There's this cute little café a ways from the theater, kind of like a Starbucks plus a donut store plus a sandwich store, and it's all made up nicely; we ate there, still laughing over the movie.
Not giggling! I'm a man.
At 3, Lieve's brother came to pick her up. I'd offered to drive her home, but she said that they had to go visit their parents in Seattle at about 4:30 or 5, and they had to go right away and get Jason from a friend's on the drive. Alek had phone numbers scrawled all over his arms and was looking very content with himself; Lieve shook her head, disgusted, and left with him. They were a bit of a weird pair; he was tall and into younger girls and she was small and proper. And Jason...he was probably the middle of everything, actually.
There was nothing else to do, so I just went to the bookstore.
Naturally, the bookstore would be closed due to renovations or some shit like that. I found myself driving home - er, to Ludwig's instead.
The next day rolled around and before I knew it, my alarm had gone off in the morning and I pulled myself up. No, literally. I grab the top of my bed frame and use it to haul myself into a sitting position, because I just don't like getting up. It's not cuz I'm weak or anything. Bah.
Twenty minutes later, I dressed simply and grabbed a bagel on my way out, too lazy to do anything else and also because I was late.
Not that I cared at all about seeing Stalker. It's just because a whole day without hearing the melodic bounces of Miss Braginskaya's breasts made me wonder how I'd managed the rest of my life.
But...now knowing that she was related to that creep Commie...
I was thinking about it as I got out of my car.
And all through the day.
So afterwards, when I walked into 6th Bio after muttering a quick prayer to not be driven up the wall today, I wondered how I'd missed the fact that Antonio was gone.
I couldn't remember Bio ever being so enjoyable.
A/N: Lovi, you meanie! :( I'd be sad if my smexy lab partner was missing :'( and it's for a reason you'll never guess.
...actually, if someone CAN guess it, I'll write you any oneshot you'd like. Hehe.
Thanks for reading!
Notes:
*¡No! Espere, mi pequeño tomate! - "No! Wait, my little tomato!" I think. xD Spanish.
*Lovi? ¿Estás bien? - "Lovi? Are you okay?" I think, again C: Spanish.
*Stai bene? - "Are you okay?" xD Italian.
*¡Ahh! Yo lo he matado! - "Ahh! I've killed him!" I think, HAHA I FAIL AT SPANISH.
*Scendere me, stupido spagnolo! - "Get off me, you stupid Spaniard!" Italiano~
*Me tengo que ir! Te quiero, Lovino~! - "Got to go! Love you, Lovino~!" Spanish
*BONJOUR, MON CHER~ CA VA?! - "HELLO, MY DEAR~ HOW ARE YOU?!" French, which I'm actually good at :D I hope, heh.
*Pas mal, fichu grenouille...Pourquoi téléphones-tu? - "Not bad, damn frog...why are you calling/phoning?" Because in my eyes, England is a Francophile :D