A/N: I can't believe people actually enjoy this story gosh /shot

I actually know where im going with this now.

I was going to publish this tomorrow, but um idk if you guys want it right now

"Wow. Here we go again."

You feel a sensation of something prodding you in the ribs gently. You roll away from the uncomfortable feeling and the couch having not enough space makes you remember where you are. You opened a little bit of your eyes and saw Gilbert and Antonio in front of you. Your eyes feel dry and gritty and you are sleepier than you've ever been in your entire life.

Gilbert grabbed your arm and resumes nudging you with his hand. You bury yourself from your blanket and groan as incredibly as you can. With your eyes closed again you feel inches away from going to sleep but Gilbert is making it difficult.

"Jesus god damn let me sleep…one more fucking hour." You plead, your voice a little bit crude.

"Um, No. This is the last day of our sleep over at Antonio's house and we have somewhere to go. It pains me to say this, but Joao told us that everyone should go, including you." Gilbert says and you immediately jump out of bed when you hear the word 'Joao'. You rub your eyes and tidy up your shirt, your eyes are still half open and you see a bit blurry with your current vision.

You look at the clock and count how many hours you've slept; you don't even need to count using your fingers. You snuck out of bed when the sun was about to rise, just thinking about it made you smile a little, and your stomach suddenly felt some butterflies.

You had lain next to Joao as he slept for hours at night, unable to sleep because fuck he's right beside you. Joao surprisingly was a possessive sleeper, and any movement you do makes him draw you to his chest like his arms were your incredibly short leash. It was kind of sweet, actually.

At one point you tried to unlock his arm from around your waist so you could stretch out but Joao has sat up and gave you a mini heart attack. He just squeezed you and asked "What's wrong?" twice in a rough voice, and you try to slip the thoughts out of your mind and respond, "nothing."

"What, you zoning out again? Damn, Antonio. Let's just leave him and eat breakfast already." Gilbert cuts off your thoughts from last night, and you blink as you put all your thoughts at the back of your mind.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! God." You say as you stand up, brushing you bangs downwards and clipping it up to the back. You walk downstairs, and sat on a chair in the dining room. You rest your chin on your palm, and suddenly thoughts cloud up your mind. You didn't realize that you were so preoccupied with other things that you hadn't noticed if Antonio looked cute this morning or not. Does that mean your plan is actually working? You sit up, and smile whimsically.

"Alright, breakfast is served! Cooked by yours truly." Francis proudly placed his famous 'omelette du fromage' plate on the table, and winked at you. Antonio, Gilbert and Joao came out of nowhere from the kitchen and joined you in the table. You are sitting between Antonio and Joao, which is kind of awkward to you.

A few gawky and awkward moments later, you all decided to head out and go to this museum of art Joao has been talking about. His newest painting has received an award, and you notice how proud he is.

It was a pretty long drive from the Carriedo residence to the museum. Joao had to drive, and you decided to sit near him at the front seat because that's where you always sit. You arrive 20 minutes later, and you see a lot people going in the museum like there's a popular boy band giving out free stuff. There are also a lot of photographers and the media are everywhere. You all entered the museum and followed Joao, who seem to decline all the interviews lining up at him. There was a door named, 'J.C.' and when he opened it, the scent of the air coming from the room smelled a lot like dry paint and hint of Joao. The paintings were hung up on the walls beautifully; his paintings have a hint of abstract and monochrome.

"Congrats, brother." Antonio says in a cheerful tone, patting Joao lightly at the back.

"Thanks." Joao says, feeling a little bit embarrassed.

You browse through the paintings and you have never been this amazed in your whole life. All of the paintings in the room are made by Joao fucking Carriedo, every single one of them received an award by some famous person or something. You slowly alter your eyes and realize how completely fucking big the paintings are. Your body jolted as a hand grab your shoulder. You look at the back of your eyes and it was Gilbert.

"What, have you fallen in love with Joao's paintings or something? " Gilbert chuckles, he shoulder hugs you and joins you on your 10 minute staring contest on Joao's paintings like he's fucking invited. You cross both of your arms and ignore his shoulder hugging you right now.

You heard yelling at the corner of the room, and it was as you guessed. It was Joao's voice, and judging by the tone of his voice, he sounds rather enraged.

"Why wasn't I informed that my other painting was stolen last night?" he asks, his tone gradually became softer. You look from your shoulders, ignoring Gilbert near you. You notice when Joao is furious, he always smile like there's no problem at all. You find his smile so damn attractive, you blush almost instantly.

You stop looking at him and locked your eyes on the ceramic cream floor. You bury yourself from your enormous long sweater and kept your face hidden for Gilbert not to see. You feel yourself move, as Gilbert grabs your hand and pulls you away.

"We need to go. We don't want to be involved in this, now do we? He'll cool down later. God he's scary when he's mad. He smiles like he's the spawn of Satan or something." Gilbert shivers as he pulls you to the exit. Antonio and Francis were already waiting at the car; Antonio welcomes us with his cutest smile as ever.

"The staff ordered every visitor of the museum to go because of some reasons. I wonder…" Antonio sighs as he enters the car. You sit at the back seat, since you didn't really want to sit near him. Then again, you realize it was a bad idea because you are now sitting between the two idiots oh my fucking god. You decide to keep your arms on your pockets and pretended to sleep with your hoodie hiding your upper face.

You four spent the night In Antonio's room doing your homework. Antonio and Gilbert began slacking off again; you and Francis had to convince them to do it after several attempts. You heard a loud noise outside; you feel the house move on your feet.

"Ah…he's back." Francis says as he continues with his work.

After several hours, you four decided to call it a day. You went to the bathroom because you didn't have time to take a shower this morning, and you can practically tell you stink. You take of your sweater, then your shirt, placing them on one side. You stop to wash your hands and when you glance at yourself in the mirror you notice something. You lean forward, squinting unnecessarily at your reflection as you tilt your chin up in dawning realization. There is a huge purple blotch low on your neck that is barely obscured by the top of your shirt. You widened your eyes in horror.

It's your first hickey.

A/N: I just love characters who smiles a lot but evil in the inside. I guess you people call it yandere? I'm not really familiar with terms haha

a lot of love and thanks to The Happiest Emo on Earth! I guess im going to send you my rough draft for the next chapter? :)

And also hugs and kisses to BushieBrows for her creative ideas! Those ideas are actually pretty good and im considering some of them! and maybe twist it a bit? hehe

expect the next chapter a little bit late. Joao needs to cool down for a bit. (́^◞౪◟‵)

reviews are most certainly loved!ヽ(́◕◞౪◟◕‵)ﾉ.

PREVIEW OF THE NEXT CHAPTER (?)

"I don't think it's very funny." you protest, cheeks pink. he quirks an eyebrow.

"Oh it's funny." he answers, leaning back.

"But what if Antonio saw? You know he'd freak out and ask all these ridiculous questions! how am i supposed to answer them? I know he'll find out sooner but he absolutely cannot find out that we..."

"That we what?" Joao prompts, crossing his arms over his chest, using his smile again to distract you. Your face is burning bright red right now.

"You know!" you say, refusing to play along. "Did you do it on purpose?"