A/N: Yay chapter 2! No idea what will happen in chapter 3. 8D... Enjoy!
When Lovino awoken in his bed that morning, he only sat there for awhile before trying to go back to sleep. It was still pretty early, and he didn't have work today so why not lounge around? His depression hadn't ceased since his little incident with Gilbert almost two weeks before. Thinking about it only made him feel even more like crap, so he shook those thoughts from his head and turned his pillow over to the cool side. As if that would actually work. He groaned and decided to deal with it, so he slowly arose from his stupid bed and went into the bathroom to start his morning. The evil water in the sink wouldn't warm up so he had to wash his face with cold water, which made his mood even worse.
He finally took notice of the voices downstairs and figured Feliciano hadn't gone off to class yet. Next year he would probably be graduating from his college and have to be an official boring adult just like Lovino. He was proud of his younger brother, having made it so far, but yet he still acted just like a child. He couldn't understand how his professors put up with him, maybe it was his charming ways or the fact that he was good at what he did. Art school was no joke, though.
Lovino yawned and scratched his head as he walked down the stairs, ever so slowly. The voices ceased when he emerged in the dining room. He looked down and forgot he was only wearing his tomato boxers and his black tank top which was pretty worn out. He didn't care, though, it was his house and he could dress however he pleased. And since he knew Feliciano's friends very well, he didn't care to try and look presentable around them. Well, except when Feliciano would bring some of his lady friends there, then he'd look as fresh as a movie star.
"Oh, good morning!" Feliciano said, walking over and quickly hugging his brother.
"Morning," Ludwig awkwardly greeted him with a short wave.
"Good morning, Mr. Vargas," Kiku said, bowing his head.
"You don't have to be so formal around me. See, that bastard isn't," Lovino said to Kiku, then lazily glared at Ludwig. Being super angry and spiteful first thing in the morning was more difficult than usual.
He shrugged and went into the kitchen to find something to munch on. Jackpot, it turned out Feliciano had already made him some toast with his favorite strawberry jam next to it. Lovino quickly grabbed the plate and added some actual strawberries to the side, then he grabbed a small cup of coffee and headed to the table. The others were still discussing some crap he didn't care about, so he simply watched whatever they were doing with some papers while he chewed on the toast.
"I don't particularly like this picture," Ludwig said, examining one of the papers in his hands.
"But, you drew it so well! You've come a long way, I'm very proud," Feliciano smiled, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, much to Lovino's dismay.
"I think it is very well done, too. Which one are you submitting for the exam?" Kiku asked.
"I'm going with this beauty," Feliciano picked up a beautiful scenic painting and smiled in accomplishment of his work.
"That's.. so beautiful, when did you paint that?" Ludwig asked, as he and Kiku only stared in awe.
"Geez, won't you guys be late for class?" Lovino interrupted, somehow getting annoyed from all the talking. He usually didn't really mind when his brother's best friends would come over, with the exception of Ludwig. But, everything in those past couple weeks annoyed him far more than they ever had. If he wasn't feeling happy, jolly, and an excess amount of glee, why should anyone else?
"Oh, right! I'll be back later this evening, if nothing comes up. What are you going to do today?" Feliciano asked.
"I don't know, I was planning on visiting Toni. Now get the hell out of here."
"Alright, see ya!" Feliciano said, as they each grabbed their things and hurriedly exited the home.
"Finally, peace and quiet.." he said, pretty much tossing his plate into the sink and slouching down onto the couch.
He decided to check what was on TV. The food channel only made him envious because he knew he'd never be able to cook like that, he definitely wasn't going to watch some shitty children's cartoons, either. He finally came across one of the drama channels, and felt a little relieved when he saw that his favorite series was on. Although, he only watched it when he was home alone because he figured a man with his great looks and charms would never watch such things. Still, it was intense.
"Fernando, how could you do this to me? You cheater!" the character on the screen yelled.
Alright, fuck this. Watching such a dumb show was pointless and only made him feel worse than he already did. He quickly shut off the TV and threw the remote control across the room. Luckily, it didn't break from his sudden wrath. Lovino stared up at the ceiling and wondered what had become of his life. He didn't have a girlfriend or a boyfriend, he only had a few friends that only really talked to him when he contacted them first, and he hadn't heard from the very person he really liked in almost two weeks. That last part might've been a good thing, but still. It was agonizing.
After a couple minutes of feeling sorry for himself, he got up from the couch and retreated back up the stairs. He stripped himself and hopped into the shower for awhile to hopefully heat up his mood. The warmness from the water helped a little bit, to his surprise, and he put on his favorite casual wear after drying off. Lovino grabbed his cell phone, keys, and whatever else he needed before leaving his house and jumping into his old Porsche convertible.
The drive to the outskirts of the big city was a smooth one, and the wind felt good flowing through his chestnut hair. He felt badass with his big hipster shades on, even though it wasn't particularly very sunny, but he still looked good. Once he'd arrived at his destination about 20 or so minutes later, he parked in front of the driveway of Antonio's Spanish-style home. The exterior and landscaping was lovely as usual, and the distinct smell of fresh tomatoes filled the air, along with the beautiful scent of the garden flowers.
Lovino knocked really hard on the door and impatiently spammed the doorbell. After a few seconds, the slow bastard finally answered it and smiled brightly at his guest.
"Lovi! Sorry, I was in the back. Come on in," Antonio said, as Lovino waltzed into the home anyway as if he owned it.
Lovino had been there many times, too many to count. He already knew every corner of the house, so he walked straight into the beautiful dining room and sat in a chair at the table.
"Can I get you anything? How about some lemonade?" Antonio offered, already walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge.
"Sure, whatever," Lovino dully answered. He took off his sunglasses and set them on the table, then looked around the room. It seemed that Antonio had bought more things to decorate the walls with, it looked nice.
Antonio came back into the room and set two glasses of freshly squeezed lemonade on the table, before taking a seat next to Lovino. The cool drops of water slowly trickling down the side of the glass was enchanting, and Lovino quickly took a sip of the tangy sweetness before staring at Antonio.
"Something wrong?" he asked, noticing the eyes on him.
"Something seems different about you," Lovino said, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. If it had been a few years ago, he would have noticed it right away. After all, he used to hold deep feelings for the Spaniard in their high school days. Sometime in college, though, those feelings settled down and eventually died out. He guess he figured it was pointless to love, if it was only going to cause him pain. This made him wish he had tried harder to resist those feelings he'd somehow gained for Gilbert in the past 7 to 9 months.
"Oh, I got a haircut! Well, only a little bit. The long hair I tried to grow out was a nuisance in the heat while I worked in the field," Antonio answered, embarrassingly rubbing his head.
"Well, it looks good I guess. You sort of looked like a wanna-be rockstar before," Lovino snorted, as he gulped the rest of his lemonade.
"Haha, thanks! I'm surprised you noticed, since we haven't been hanging out as much as we used to."
"That's because you live out here in fucking farmsville. It's only like 30 minutes away, but still."
"Yeah, but I love it out here. It's still close to the city and I can grow my own tomatoes! I do miss hanging with you, Francis, and Gilbert, though. We hang out sometimes nowadays but, it's not enough," Antonio sighed, and stared up at the ceiling.
Even the short mention of Gilbert made Lovino's heart clench in his chest. He had hoped spending leisurely time with his oldest friend would help, but that plan pretty much failed just now. He couldn't just flat out tell him what had happened, but he couldn't keep it inside of his chest either. It was like a lump of sorrow and regret just sitting there, taunting him every once in awhile.
"Hey, uh.. can I ask you something?" he started, looking down at the table.
"Sure, you could always ask me anything," Antonio smiled.
"Let's say, hypothetically, just hypothetically, you got yourself into a sticky situation. Not like candy-sticky, but motherfucking super-glue-demon-sticky," Lovino said, then taking a few seconds and trying to word it best in his head.
"Alright, so you took your friend out for a drink because they were upset. It's a usual activity, you know, a friendly gesture. You then proceed to have a few more drinks than planned, and you both end up drunk. Next thing you know, you're having drunken sex with them."
"Wow, that is sticky," Antonio frowned, imagining the situation in his head as if it was him who had experienced it.
"What's even worse is that you've liked them as more than just a friend for awhile now, but were too scared to say anything because you're afraid of rejection. But, they also had a partner already. So, now you've pretty much helped them cheat on their partner and you feel like complete and utter shit," he finished, trying his best not to let his voice crack and holding in the sudden tears that began to fill his hazel eyes.
"I don't even want to imagine it, that's horrible!"
"It's hypothetical! So.. what would you do?"
"Honestly, I have not the slightest clue. I wouldn't want to come in between their relationship, but it's also not healthy to hold something like that inside. Then again, it's kind of like already coming in between their relationship since it happened in the first place. I don't know.. I'm sorry, Lovi. I'm not good at these type of scenarios," Antonio smiled sympathetically and gave a shrug.
"Idiot, don't be sorry. That was just a stupid hypothetical question. Don't worry about it," Lovino sighed and thoughtfully tapped his fingers on the empty glass.
"Well, alright."
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Just a second!" Antonio called out, as he patted Lovino on the shoulder and got up to answer the door.
Now what was Lovino going to do? He knew simply by saying what he had just said wouldn't give him a solution. It hardly even made him feel better, since Antonio couldn't give him any advice. It wasn't his fault though. After all, he wasn't the one who fucked his best friend and hadn't seen him in almost two weeks. This was getting tougher, and he needed to figure out what to do before things completely fell apart, as if they hadn't already.
"Look who just arrived!" Antonio said, walking back into the dining room.
Lovino looked up, while his heart dropped down to his feet. Standing there in the doorway was the albino man himself, looking just as shocked. He tried to look away but he just couldn't. His eyes and mind betrayed him as he stared at the figure, dumbfounded. If it weren't for Gilbert's mind to react first, who knows what would have happened.
"Oh, hey," Gilbert suddenly said, smirking and trying to play it cool as he walked to the table and sat down on the opposite side of Lovino. Luckily, Antonio didn't notice the sudden heavy atmosphere in the room.
"Hey," Lovino finally answered, his leg shaking under the table as he nervously went back to staring at his glass.
"Wait just a sec," Antonio said, grabbing Lovino's empty glass and running into the kitchen. He brought out a new glass from one of the cupboards and poured the ice cold juice into both of them, before quickly returning to the table and handing them to his two bizarre guests.
"Damn, this is sweet," Gilbert exclaimed, gulping down half of the substance already.
"Thanks! And boy, it sure is a nice surprise to have both of you here at the same time," Antonio chimed, as he sat back down next to Lovino.
"Surprise? I told you two days ago on the phone that I was going to quickly visit you today," Lovino frowned.
"Oh I know you did, I meant Gilly."
"Um, no. I told you last night that we should go out and mess with shit sometime today," Gilbert said, shaking his head.
"Huh? Ah, that's right. You did! I'm sorry, I forgot and I have a little business to take care of soon."
Both Lovino and Gilbert wanted to knock the forgetful airhead upside his head by then. At least he didn't invite the whole damn neighborhood and then forget.
"Since you're both here, I need your opinion on something!" Antonio suddenly said, getting up and walking back into the kitchen.
Lovino and Gilbert looked at each other in confusion, before remembering that this was supposed to be an awkward moment and quickly looking in other directions to avoid eye contact. Thankfully, Antonio returned only a couple minutes later. In his arms, he had two bowls, one big and the other one small.
"I used some of my best tomatoes to make this salsa. I wanted to try something new, so I added in different spices but also a little bit of sweetness! Tell me what you think," he said, setting both of the bowls down in the middle of the table.
Gilbert immediately took one of the corn chips from the bigger bowl and dipped it into the salsa.
"It's delicious," he said, giving the cheerful Spaniard a thumbs up and stuffing more into his mouth.
Lovino guessed he should stop being anti-social and tried some of the dip as well.
"You should give me the recipe," Lovino said, nodding his head in approval. Things were going smooth so far, nothing unnecessary was being said and no suspicions were rising. Only the small chatter between three good friends and a nice snack to go with the quenching juice.
"Hold on, I have to make a call," Antonio suddenly said, then getting up and darting from the room before Lovino could possibly stop him.
Damn, now things were back to square one. The light atmosphere suddenly became so intense, Lovino thought his head would explode in any second from the tension in that room. He discreetly looked up to find Gilbert was playing with his phone, which made him feel just a little bit less awkward knowing that the guy wasn't paying any attention to him. The only problem was, Antonio didn't come back in a few seconds like the times before. Minutes went by and Lovino could feel the sweat slowly inching down his forehead that he had to repeatedly wipe away.
Just be cool, he thought. Just act normal and nothing will go wrong. Being so nervous like this, I'm a wreck! I need to get my shit straight. Raising his confidence, Lovino let out a quiet sigh and reached up to the table to have another bite of the delicious chips and dip. That immediately felt like a huge mistake, because just then Gilbert had decided to grab a few chips as well, causing their hands to brush up again each other, which would have gave Lovino the biggest hard-on if he hadn't been so distressed at the moment.
"My bad, go ahead," Gilbert said, blushing as he took his hand back.
"No, you go. I don't want any," Lovino said, awkwardly shrugging as if he didn't really care.
"But.. you were about to get some," Gilbert raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"I wasn't! I was reaching for something else. I'm not even fucking hungry so eat to your damn heart's content," he snarled, instantly regretting it as the room grew completely silent.
Another painfully awkward minute went by as Gilbert started to mess around with his phone again and Lovino impatiently tapped his fingers on the table. Things had only gotten worse, and he wished he could have shriveled up and died right about now.
"Hey, um-" Gilbert started.
Thank the heavens above, just then Antonio finally reappeared back into the room before Lovino felt like crying.
"Sorry about that. It seems I have to go sooner than I originally planned. What do you guys want to quickly do before then?" Antonio asked.
"I want to see the field," Lovino quickly suggested, anything would have been fine as long as he could get out of that stuffy room.
Antonio cheerfully led them out of the house and into his beautiful tomato field. It was a long range, stretching almost farther than the naked eye could see. He had come a long way since he first inherited the place from his grandfather. Now, it was probably 3 times its original size and he even had a little bit of livestock in the small nearby barn.
"You could pick one out and take it home, if you'd like," he offered, walking through the many lanes to check on the vegetables.
Lovino decided to take that offer, and walked around the pick out the best one. It had to be big, and firm on the outside. But, it still needed to be a little squishy so he knew it was soft on the inside. Hard part was, almost all of them were perfect. He figured Antonio really poured his heart and soul into taking care of them, which made him want to take them all home. His lips began to water from the beauties, when his thoughts of devouring them were suddenly interrupted.
"These look pretty damn good," Gilbert said, as he had somehow appeared out of nowhere and was now looking over Lovino's shoulder.
"Y-Yeah," he said, standing back up and beginning to stealthily walk away.
"Wait," Gilbert grabbed his arm before he could escape and turned him around.
Lovino's heart skipped a beat at Gilbert's touch and he felt like melting when he stared into those deep red eyes belonging to the person who was ever so special. It was like his whole world had crashed down and they were now the only two left standing. He wanted to look away, but then again he couldn't. It was as if the soul purpose of those crimson eyes was to add color to Lovino's grey life.
"I'm sorry," Gilbert said.
"For what?" Lovino murmured, barely audible enough to hear.
"For getting you into this mess, duh. I can tell you've been stressing about this, too. So I'm sorry," Gilbert said, finally letting go of Lovino's arm.
"I-Idiot.. It's not like it's completely your fault or anything, I just don't know how to act around you anymore," he said, tightly clenching his eyes shut to avoid the water works that felt as if they'd squirt out at any given moment.
"Tell me about it, I fucking hate this awkward feeling. And, it kind of is my fault for always going to you whenever shit happens between her and I. It's just, Francis always makes weird suggestions of cheering me up, and Antonio only says it's okay and then gives me good food. You're my most reliable pal."
That little compliment made Lovino feel a little less shitty and a bit more at ease with himself. He didn't know where this was going but he hoped that it wouldn't end awkwardly again, anything but that.
"Well.. It's not like we can just forget about what happened. But, I do think we can get past this if we try," Lovino blushed, looking down at his feet. "And I suppose.. I kinda miss hanging out with your loud, stupid ass."
"Haha, yeah. I missed your smart remarks and shitty attitude, you always give me a challenge!" Gilbert chuckled, and gave Lovino a pat on the shoulder.
"So then.. Liz?"
"She doesn't know, and I'm not telling her. We promised, remember? I'd say I've been being the best boyfriend in the world these past buncha days. I took her out to all those fancy mumbo-jumbo restaurants she's been wanting to go to, and even got her these expensive ass pair of shoes she wanted," he said, thinking about all of the unnecessary expenses making him uncomfortable.
"So you're bribing her? That makes you so damn awesome," Lovino sarcastically remarked, rolling his eyes.
"Well what else am I supposed to do? It's been keeping her off my back so far, so whatever."
"Did you two find the ones you wanted? I've got to get going now," Antonio called out from near the entrance to the house.
Lovino quickly picked out one of the biggest tomatoes and walked back into the house and then outside of the front door with Gilbert. After saying their goodbyes, the two of them walked down the stone path and to the driveway as Antonio went back into the house to get dressed for whatever he had to do.
"Where's your car?" Lovino asked, as his was the only one sitting there.
"Oh, I had a friend of mine drop me off on their way out of town. Shit, I came here thinking Toni and I would go back together."
Well, there was only one solution for this little mishap.
"Get in, we'll go back together," he said, unlocking the car and getting into the driver's seat.
"You sure?" Gilbert asked, but he was already sitting in the passenger's seat and buckled in, smiling to himself.
"Yeah, whatever. Then.. maybe we could get some coffee together? You know, to catch up," Lovino offered, blushing as he started the car up and began to drive off the property.
"Sounds like a plan."
The ride back into the big city was smooth once again. Only this time, it was fun to have someone next to him, and even better because that person was Gilbert. They joked and laughed together the entire time, even singing along to the absurd songs on radio stations that Gilbert continued to mess with. It was just like old times, doing silly things like back in their high school and college days. The four of them always talked about how fun it was, as if those days were decades ago. But, enough of the past, these days could be fun, too. The way Lovino saw it, everything was fun as long as Gilbert was right there by his side.
They arrived back in the noisy, busy city. It was around midday, and they got out of the car to enter Lovino's favorite coffee shop. The employees were nice, the coffee was so delicious it was almost sinful, and the shop was located in a very lovable part of town. He liked to sit down at the tables under the umbrellas outside and watched as the many people walked by. There were many designer shops around, and a big park across the street. One could see all types of people walk in and out of these shops all day long, and the cute puppies that people trained in the park. It was an average place to be, but that's what made it so enjoyable: the life that it brought.
After buying their drinks, they went outside and sat at an empty table. It was perfect outside now, as the slight breeze flew by and birds chirped in every direction. Lovino watched as Gilbert poured a bunch of sugar into his drink and rapidly stirred it around, before taking a satisfying slurp of the steaming substance.
"How come you always do that?" he asked, as Gilbert looked up.
"Do what?"
"You buy plain black coffee every single time, then you dump loads of sugar into it. Isn't the reason you get it black is because you like the bitterness?"
Gilbert thought for a second then answered, "I like it because it's plain, simple and manly. Then I add sugar to sweeten it up a bit. I don't enjoy the additives most people put into coffee nowadays, I like it old style."
"Right.."
"What about you? You always buy that same latte. Vanilla flavoring, extra sugar, whipped cream, and a little bit of caramel drizzled on top," Gilbert smirked, perfectly describing Lovino's drink.
"Because, it's good. I like sweet things. Hot, sweet things," Lovino said, slowly sipping at his delicious beverage.
They pretty much knew everything about what the other person liked. Starting from what they loved best, to what they hated most, Lovino and Gilbert would be able to describe each other without a single mistake if anyone were to ever ask. Maybe it was because they'd been friends for many years, or because they secretly watched each other's movements; whatever was the reason, they enjoyed each other's company and that's what was most important to them.
When they finished their drinks, Gilbert went ahead and bought them a couple sweet treats from the shop just for the hell of it. He came back to the table with a couple little brownies and a piece of strawberry cheesecake so that they could share it. Lovino smiled in delight as he savored every bite of the sugary goodness while Gilbert sort of ate them like a starved puppy.
"You're turning this into an entire damn meal. I haven't even eaten a proper lunch yet!" Lovino complained, as he started to feel gluttonous from all of the sugar intake at once.
"Neither have I. Besides, this is fun! Hanging out just like usual, you know?" Gilbert smiled, as he began to dig into the cheesecake.
"Fine, I guess it is.." Lovino childishly pouted, as he took his fork and they playfully competed for bites of the cheesecake.
"Lovi," Gilbert suddenly said, after they finished everything. "MFK?"
Lovino only stared at him in confusion as he repeated himself. Finally, he got what the guy was talking about and shook his head.
"Hell no, that game is dumb as fuck," he growled, using a napkin to wipe his mouth.
"Come on, we always used to play it back in school. Just this once?" Gilbert insisted, poking Lovino's side.
"That's because we were all dumb scumbags," he replied, but gave in as Gilbert used his signature puppy eyes and pouting lips. "Fine, bastard. I'm going first, though."
Lovino looked around the area for a few seconds to pick out suitable targets.
"Alright. Him over there, that woman, and then the chick with the sunglasses," he finally said, pointing to a man in a business suit and a large briefcase, an average looking woman in a nurse's outfit, and a 'hot chick' standing near the corner with a very short skirt on.
"Hm. Well, I'd marry the nurse, fuck the dude, and kill that other chick," Gilbert quickly answered.
"What? Are you blind? That's the most retarded answer I've ever heard, I thought you were taking this seriously," Lovino sighed and slouched in his chair, not amused.
"That's my answer. My turn now."
"But why? Why would you want to do that guy and kill her?" Lovino persisted, unable to grasp Gilbert's psychotic answer.
"Well if you look at it this way: that guy obviously has loads of cash. If I was going to sleep with him, I'd take his money afterwards. The nurse looks like a genuine woman, you can tell she's honest and actually cares. The chick over there, yes she is hot, but she's seriously putting herself out there. That much is obvious, and I don't want anyone like that," Gilbert explained.
Lovino looked at the three strangers again and tilted his head, "I've never thought of it like that before."
"That's because based on your logic, and the logic of every other person who plays this game, it only makes sense to choose to marry the average/nice person, have sex with the most attractive person, and then kill the last person of no interest. You have to learn to think outside the box for a change, to keep this game interesting."
"Yeah well, this game is still fucking stupid and I'm not playing anymore, you ruined it."
Even though they thought they knew everything about each other, Lovino could never figure out Gilbert's way of thinking. He always had a unique way of looking at certain situations, whether it was simple, complex, or just plain absurd. When everyone else was stumped about an idea or something unexplainable, Gilbert would come along and suggest something surprisingly interesting. This simple trait of Gilbert's was one of Lovino's favorites. He kept their simple lives interesting in the most obscure ways.
Or, perhaps Lovino was just letting this randomness all go to his head.
"Hey, what's that over there?" Gilbert said, pointing to a group of people gathered in the park.
"Let's check it out," Lovino suggested, but Gilbert had already got up from his seat to investigate, so Lovino quickly followed behind.
After they crossed the street, they approached the small crowd to find a man sitting on the ground, singing and playing the guitar. Many people stepped forward and put money into his guitar case, he was really good. Lovino looked around and saw many other fun things going on. There was a person giving away free balloons, someone had a bubble machine that was blowing huge bubbles into the air, small children chased a flock of butterflies, and a big family was barbequing. The whole park was like a scene out of a happy family themed movie. It made Lovino feel a bit happy inside.
"Man, this guy is good!" Gilbert said, as he stepped forward and put some money into the case and then went back to stand next to Lovino.
The man's angelic voice sang bittersweet lyrics of love, which reminded Lovino of his current situation. Just like the person described in the song, he also wanted something so close to him that he couldn't have. Those painfully beautiful lyrics almost made Lovino want to cry, and now he had the desperate urge to reach out and grab Gilbert's hand to hold onto it tightly, not wanting to ever let it go. But, if he were to do such things, he'd only make their predicament worse again. He felt that he needed to simply let go of this bright hue and accept his pitiful reality.
"Lovi, take this," Gilbert said. Lovino hadn't noticed at all when he walked away to the balloon stand and had now just come back.
"A balloon?" he said, taking it from Gilbert's hand.
"You looked sad all of a sudden, so I got one for you. They didn't have any awesome ones for me."
Lovino stared at the sudden gift before a smile grew on his face and he began to laugh.
"What do you think I am, a damn child?" Lovino chuckled, wiping the happy tears from his eyes.
"Well excuse me for trying to get that nasty look off your little face," Gilbert teased, poking Lovino's cheeks.
Their little outing of fun came to an end when Gilbert's phone rang. He walked away from the loud crowd to answer it and talked for a short while before returning back to Lovino's side.
"Sorry Lovi, I forgot all about meeting up with Lizzy and she's waiting for me."
"Way to go, Mr. Forgetful. Best boyfriend in the world, huh?" Lovino teased.
"Whatever, I get so busy having fun with you, that sometimes I forget things. I'll see you soon, hopefully?"
"I hope not. But, if you insist.." Lovino blushed, as Gilbert gave him a 'brohug' and walked off to catch a cab or the bus.
Lovino glanced up at the big balloon in his hands. Insanely ironically, it was red and in the shape of a heart with the words '4ever 2gether' plastered on it. It almost made Lovino sick to his stomach. Still, it was a gift and although it was incredibly childish, he decided not to let it float up into sky to burst from the pressure. He embarrassingly tightly held onto it as he walked back towards his car.
After raising the roof of the car so the balloon wouldn't fly away, he stuffed it in the seat next to him. "I guess it's just you and me."