After the game, Francis and Gilbert went back to their room, yawning tiredly. Antonio's brother, Joao already left 15 minutes earlier for getting a call on his cellphone. You didn't concentrate at the game, you decided to leave them and sat on the edge of Antonio's bed, biting your lower lip and wondering about Joao was thinking when the two of you locked eyes for so long.
Now, the only person left in the room is you and Antonio. Antonio began talking to you, pushing Joao at the back of your mind. "Are you sure you're okay with the couch? I mean, I could just sleep in the cou—"
"Yeah, I'm okay, just sleep, dammit!" you say as you tuck yourself with his spare blanket.
You hear him chuckle, he went to his bed and lay down, closing the lamp beside him.
The darkness made your eyelids wanting to close. The couch suddenly became comfy and soft every second, but you fight it as best as you can to stay awake. You wait a few minutes, and finally you hear Antonio's way of breathing change. You quietly stood up from the couch and sat on the side of the bed, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Your stomach suddenly growled, you remember you didn't eat anything at the party; you were too lazy to get up and go to the big crowd. You stood up, tip toeing your way to the door.
You try to walk as lightly as you can down the hall but the floor still creaks under your feet, and every noise makes you want to curse. It feels like centuries have passed when you finally reached the kitchen, you've just started to open the fridge when a noise catches your eye and you turn and see Joao leaning in the open hallway.
"Rather shaky today, aren't we? Guilty conscience?" he asks as smooth as paper and gets your heart beat a little bit faster. He was not planning to move; he stands there and observes you with his arms crossed on his chest.
"Wh-what? I was just getting a..a..drink." you stammer, you try not to swear or say anything stupid, now that he's here.
"Well don't let me stop you." He says congenially, and you return to fiddle around with the food inside the fridge. You take the juice bottle out, and went to the cabinets to search up a cup. There were no cups in the lower cupboard, and you failed to get a single one because they were all at the top. Joao takes pity on you and grabbed the cup and gave it you. The problem is that he's standing right next to you, close enough that he's almost pressed against your back.
"Th-thanks…" you mumble as quiet as a mouse, your face going red against your will. Another problem your facing now is you that the juice bottle is at the sink, you'll have to duck or push him away to get over there. After a long awkward pause, you chose the first one. Joao says nothing, observing you like you're his prey. You fill your cup up to the top, taking a long, long drink to avoid having a conversation. You get your courage up and steal a glance at Joao.
He walks forward and takes the cup and sets it down, you almost yell at him because right now you're trap between his arms, looking at you straight in the face. You try to say something, but you just stare at him, mouth open.
"You know, you seem to be a honest person, but I can't still figure you out." Joao says.
"What do you mean?" you say, your voice sounds like sandpaper.
"I mean, I notice you cuddle with my kid brother at school, making all these sincere moves at him, and the next minute you're batting your eyes at me like a lovesick school girl."
Your eyes widened in shock.
"I'm not a bad guy, you see. I don't just waltz in into my brother's properties and just take them away. But when you start to look at me with those hazel eyes of yours, looking like you wanting something from me, what am I supposed to do?" he asks as he slowly leans to you a little.
"What?...I didn't…I wasn't…" you try to form a sentence, but not a single word came out from your mouth.
"Bullcrap," he says with a wide smile on his face. You knit your mouth shut. For a second, you locked your eyes to his, you were hoping that he would lean down a little...and?
"So does he know?" he starts.
You stammer. "th-that I like him? …No."
"Good. Keep that to yourself, if you don't want your current relationship with him fall in to pieces."
"Wh-What?" you say, a little taken aback.
"You didn't hear me? Let me rephrase what I said: I'm telling you to give up."
"…" you summon up your courage, as you breathed from the top of your lungs. "I don't see how it's any of your business…I mean yeah, he's your brother and all, but you can't just corner me and threaten my feelings! I'm not even sure why you want to."
"Maybe because I'm assuming you guys liked being friends? But I guess you're feeling rather confident on hitting on my kid brother like it's going to improve anything instead of fucking everything up."
You want to say something, but you were completely cut off by Joao as he started releasing you from his arms. He walks a few steps backwards, giving you space. You could have tried to run off, but Joao's icy smile made you completely frozen.
"Anyways, I've got an assumption, you see?" he says in a smooth tone. "I don't think its Antonio you really like."
"its not?"
He nods. "Yeah. I thinks its just our genetics." He states as he smiles like the devil. You turn red almost instantly.
"Wha—"
"So consider yourself lucky, Lovino Vargas. You were aiming for a standard type and ended up with a deluxe model."
You're not sure what he's saying, and his way of words adds that to his character.
"I'm sorry, what? I didn't get what you mean." You ask, you try to be as polite as you can.
"It's almost 4, isn't it? I guess we don't have any more time for Q and A. Im saying that you can bat your eyes at me all you want, I have a feeling you weren't going to stop anytime soon anyway. So let's satisfy my curiousity and distract you from making a huge mess out of this small crush." He suggests, gently ruffles your hair as he walks away. "Think about it. don't hesitate to knock on my door."
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reviews? ;3;
idk i really need to update my other fic too.
i stopped doing my other stuff just for this.
anyways
oh porty. What is Lovi going to do now?