Chapter 4

My eyes sting as I look around the room. I notice Feliciano sleeping next to me.

"Hey, Feli" I poke his side and he wakes instantly.

"Oh! Lovino! Ve~ I'm so glad you're okay" he hugs me and I surprisingly don't shy away.

"What happened?" I ask, my voice hoarse and raspy.

"You had an attack"

"Fuck, right in front of the potato bastard?" I blush, "Dammit, this is embarrassing"

"No Lovi", Feli shakes his head, "Ve~ its okay, really"

I sigh and decide to rest my head against the pillow again.

"What about school?" I ask

Feliciano giggles, "It's Saturday Lovi"

"Ah, okay good"

"I'll let you rest.. Ve~" Feliciano says and leaves the room.

When I wake up again its almost five, and my stomach growls.

"Damn" I sigh and sit up, get dressed, and go downstairs.

"Ve~ fratello, you're awake!"

I nod, "Yeah. Want to get something to eat?"

My brother's face brightens. I probably haven't been this nice to him in a while.

"Si! lets go to that new café down the block"

I nod and follow Feliciano down the street.

The café is pretty nice. Cozy, not too big, not too small.

Feli and I order pasta and talk about, well, he, talks about his love for Ludwig.

"Oh Lovi! Ve~ he is just amazing!" Feliciano gushes for probably the hundredth time.

"Would you shut the fuck up already?" I snap, damn.

"Ve~ Sorry fratello"

Our pasta arrives and we dig in.

"Mmm. This is actually really good" I say and Feliciano nods eagerly.

We finish our meal and begin to walk home, when suddenly, the Spanish boy from the roof, rides his bike over to us.

"Hey Lovino" the Spaniard says

"H-Hey bastard.."

"Hi!" Feliciano interrupts, a bit of annoyance in his voice that he wasn't acknowledged first. Fucking attention seeker.

"Oh hey" Antonio looks over at Feli, "Feliciano right?"

"Yep"

"Haha cool. Oh Lovino, I wanted to give you my number when we were on the roof but the bell rang" Antonio says to me and hands me a white piece of paper.

"W-Why bastard?" I ask

"I like you" he says flatly, and winks.

"Sh-Shut up" I grumble embarrassed.

"Aw! You look like a tomato!" Antonio gushes, "Well, I have to go meet Francis and Gilbert, my other friend. And you," he points at me, "text me"

I nod and he bike rides away

"Oh my gosh! Ve~ Lovi! Have you got a boyfriend?" Feliciano giggles

"No. He's just a friend"

As the words slip out of my mouth, I am shocked to hear myself say that I have a friend.