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When Joao is out of sight, you let out a breath and realize what you were holding. Your hands and feet became wobbly, it's like you encountered some kind of wild animal. After a few silence later, you dash to Antonio's room and jumped to the couch. Being In Antonio's room brings an astounding feeling of safety, you practically fell in to the couch. Antonio is sleeping soundly; completely unaware of the situation you're in. You let a few minutes to calm you down; slowly popping your face from the blanket.

You begin to think. You want to believe that Joao is just messing with you, but knowing him, you are completely sure he's serious. You can't bring yourself to talk to him one on one, or even date him, if that's what he's implying.

The train of thoughts leave you hot under your collar. Now all you can think is how he's close to you, close enough to feel his body's warmth, close enough to feel his breath ghost around your lips. What if he leans down more and he'll actually….?

You yank your blanket up to your face, blushing at the mental image forming inside your head. This is fucking crazy, you thought to yourself. You better go the hell to sleep right now, or else one of Antonio's two best friends will wake you up in the morning with some kind of prank. You roll to the left, facing the back of the couch. You've finally drift off, after a long hour of forcing your eyes shut.

"Hey…Hey!" a voice says in a loud whisper. "Get up you sleepy head!" a hand started to push your arm back and forth. "Not too loud, Gilbert." Another voice says.

"ugh." You say as rough as sandpaper.

"Are you awake yet?" Francis asks.

"ugh."

"What the hell? It's 11 in the goddamn morning. If I don't see you awake yet I'll get my bucket of ice and—"

"Alright, alright, Im up, Im up! Jesus Christ." You cut Gilbert off quickly, pulling out the blanket on top of you. You slowly get off the couch, your eyes feeling a bit droopy. You rub your eyes as you yawn, and you notice Antonio's not at bed anymore. You quickly looked at Francis and Gilbert, as they began to laugh.

"What are you guys laughing about?" you ask harshly.

"Wow, calm down, it's early in the morning, man." Gilbert says, his eyes are starting to get watery. "Its…its nothing..pffft…." he begins to laugh audibly, hiding his face on Francis' back.

"Nice bed hair you have there, Lovino" Francis adds as he chuckles softly.

"God…dammit." You mutter as you pull your hair down as fast as you can. You hear footsteps at the door; you swiftly fix your clothes and hair at the same time. You hope it's not Joao, you kind of don't want to see his face right now after what happened last night. A head popped at the doorway, and it was Antonio.

"Oh, I knew I heard someone in here! I don't think we have any leftovers from last night, and I don't think I have the right ingredients to cook some decent lunch either. You guys want to head out to the restaurant and eat?" Antonio suddenly looked at you; his expression seems as bright as ever. You nod slowly, and avoided eye contact with him. "Alright, let's go then." Francis adds as Gilbert followed him. Both of them left the room, leaving you and Antonio alone.

"Lovino, are you okay? You seem to be zoning out." You snap back and shake the thoughts out of your head. "Yes…let's go." You say as you left the room, following Antonio.

All of you grabbed your jackets out for the weather outside. It was the 13th of February, the weather was pretty cold and there are a bit of snow outside. You went inside the car, sitting at the front seat near Antonio. It was a 10 minute drive, so you brought your iPod with you just in case. As you arrive the restaurant, you order your food by yourself and paid with your money. Antonio insisted to let him pay for you, but you harshly declined his money. You both sat in a two seat table, leaving Francis and Gilbert alone in another table.

"Were you up last night?" you ask, breaking the silence.

"Some. Why?" he asks with 4 french fries in his mouth.

"Where was I?"

"You were on the couch, silly! Did you go romping out of town or something when I was sleeping?" he asks humorously, as he smiles as bright of the sun.

"Heh, no. Anyways, I forgot to give you your present…um, here." You took out something from your pocket; it was your most valued treasure that your grandfather gave to you on your 13th birthday. It was a golden pocket watch, it says that it was a hundred years old; it was passed down on every generation of the Vargas' family. Antonio blinked his eyes in shock, slowly taking the watch from you. "wow, this is beautiful. Are you sure you want me to have it? I mean, your grandfather gave you this and all."

"It's okay. I want you to have it." You smile weakly, as you take a piece of French fry from his food.

"Thank you." He says as he smiles again. His smile made you think of Joao, but you easily brush it off out of your head. After a few moments of silence, you begin to think of something.

"Antonio…what if we were to stop being friends?" you immediately wished you hadn't said anything at all, curling your toes on your shoes in nervousness.

"What? What do you mean?" you got his full attention now, your hopes of him shrugging it off dashed away.

"I don't know…I mean, what if we don't uh, become friends anymore?" you repeat feebly, your eyes locked on your food.

"Why would you ask something like that? There must be a reason." Antonio presses. He's starting to panic, and you feel guilty for bringing the subject up and not having the courage to tell that you like like him, because now he's genuinely upset and you can't form a lie to make things alright again.

"I'm sorry for completely ignoring you at the party yesterday." He blurts out.

"No, that's not it! I—"

"Is it because of Gilbert or Francis? If they are pissing you off, i could stop them."

"No, I don't care about them! Just listen." You plead as he goes quiet. The silence that follows is really awkward; you are nearly at the point where you want to blurt out the truth and maybe kiss him.

"I was thinking of…what if something happened to me or something?" you lie lamely. "Would you miss me and stuff? Fuck, I know it's dumb. Im sorry I said anything."

"Are you moving?" He asks.

"No, im not! I promise." You say as you smile apologetically.

The tension finally goes out, so you're pretty sure Antonio believes in you. You have never seen Antonio upset like that, and you really don't know how to recover from it.

"Lovino…please don't ask questions like that again." He asks, looking away from you.

"You don't need to ask. Never again." You assure him. You wanted to apologize over and over again. If you weren't a huge coward you'd give him a hug or something.

Antonio begins to clean up, he grabs his bag, and you take the hint and do the same. Antonio called Francis and Gilbert, shaking his car keys to tell them it's time to go. You follow Antonio, hastily putting your earphones on. You were not listening to the music at all, instead you were thinking of something, and finally you made your decision.

The four of you played video games all night, eating all the junk foods Antonio has in his cabinet. All of you got tired a few hours later, all of you went upstairs and went to bed. Antonio started to talk about school with you, and when he finally felt tired, he decided to call it a night. You lie on the couch pretending to be asleep until you hear Antonio's breathing change, and you crawl out of the couch as quietly as possible. You creep over to his bedroom door and look back over your shoulder at him. He must have forgotten to turn off the lamp, the light shines brightly at his face. You smile fondly as you slip out of the door.

You stand out of Joao's room for five minutes before you force yourself to touch the doorknob. You open it slowly and quietly as you can, struggling not to have a heart attack when you see Joao looking at you on his computer chair. He's leaning at the back of his seat with his hands folded on his stomach, headphones draped around his neck. He's wearing glasses this time; this is quite new to you. You can't tell if he's surprised to see you, the reflection of the computer screen blocks his eyes on his glasses.

"I uh, need you to make me forget that I like Antonio."

A/N: Again thank you for the favs! 8D I apologize for any errors, I have a party at my house right now, so i was rather rushing at this chapter.

Reviews will make me update this faster. I don't know, i sometimes don't have the motivation to continue this. orz

And also, the rating of the story might change into rated M? idk just a warning!