A/N: Sorry for the long wait! i finished this a week before march break and I had someone to proof read it first. Thank you the happiest emo on earth again for your help!

You're in school now, and you're completely exhausted.

You can't help but nod off in all your early classes, an act that reminds you of a certain friend of yours. The bell rings, and you pack your belongings and head to you locker. Ugh, a bunch of dicks are blocking your way as usual, keeping you from accessing your locker. Is the universe conspiring to fuck you off this early in the morning? Not in the mood to deal with this right now, you tap your foot impatiently, waiting for the dicks to end their little rendezvous and move on. You catch Feliciano observing you closely but you just continued to fiddle with your pencil, hoping that if you act unaware, he'll just shrug it off or forget about it. You see Feliciano smirk and make a gesture at you, but you're too distracted to care.

Casually (or so you hope), you glance at your phone, checking to see if 'he' had messaged you. You try not to be disappointed when you find not a single missed call or text message notification. Joao is probably busy, you tell yourself, or maybe he hasn't checked his phone yet. Despite your attempt at reassurance, you can't help but sigh as you put your phone back into your pocket and resume stuffing your books into your locker.

After what seems like an eternity, lunch time arrives, and Feliciano manages to get you alone long enough to drag you to the cafeteria. He leads you to your and his usual table, offers you a seat, and gives you his biggest smile. He goes to sit across from you, placing his food on the left corner of the table. He lets his chin rest on the palm of his hands as he quirks an eyebrow at you.

"So..."

"What?"

"I noticed that you've been avoiding me ever since Antonio's party, brother." He begins, reaching for his juice bottle and sipping from it. "You're hiding something from me."

"What? Pfffft. What gives you that idea?" You say, hoping you don't look as guilty as you feel. You take a bite out of your sandwich and chew feverishly, saving yourself from having to say any more.

"Well, I just found out recently from big brother Francis that you had a surprise sleepover at Antonio's place after the party. How come you've never told me?" he asks, smirking that smirk that lets you know he's being playful.

"God. Don't be ridiculous, Feliciano. We were hanging out together the entire weekend, and I just didn't had the chance to call you. And don't get any fucking ideas. I didn't have any fun with them, they're just as annoying as you are." You answer, letting out an annoyed sigh.

"Ve, of course, of course. How was your weekend there?"

"It was boring as hell."

"Mmhmm. Did you guys do anything particular?"

"Humph. We played video games and ate a lot of food. That's it. Nothing else. The End."

He nods slowly and continues to drink his juice. You stare at him intently, squirming in your seat as the silence dragged on. You know he's trying to get at something, and you wish that he would just tell you already.

"So…nothing unusual happened?"

Bingo.

"What the hell? I don't understand what you're saying." You try to keep your voice as neutral as possible. He pauses, placing his drink down and slowly adjusting his arms on the table.

"In all seriousness, I'll do you the favour of not telling your feelings for Antonio. But that's not what I came to talk to you about. Antonio…" he fidgets, looking rather uncomfortable with the subject.

"I'm going to be honest with you. Your feelings for him are extremely obvious, but rest assured, Antonio hasn't figured them out yet. But something about him seems…different. He seems more tense and distracted and I'm really worried."

You steal a glance at Antonio out of the corner of your eyes. He is sitting down on Gilbert and Francis' table, totally absorbed in his thoughts. He looks like he's thinking about something hard; his eyes are locked on the table.

"...He looked okay this weekend." You can't help but get slightly defensive.

Okay, you can't lie, not even to yourself. He's been acting a bit strange all weekend, almost as if he's avoiding you.

"Really? I've been asking around, and he's been neglecting his homework lately. I've heard that he has been called by several teachers, and none of them has said anything nice about him. He even looks a bit pale."

It hits you like a punch in the gut, hard and without warning. Antonio may be upset about something.

"I..ah..do notice him being quiet lately." You say hesitantly.

"So it's not just me, right? You've noticed it too?" he asks, his shoulders relaxing as if he's relieved about being able to finally discuss the topic with something. "Do you know what's been happening with him?"

"Not everything…" you say, which is probably more truthful than you meant to be. Feliciano looks disappointed because you won't spill the beans, but you can't possibly blurt out your thoughts about the whole situation. It will be like you're spreading rumours about him. You're not even sure if he's into you.

"Don't worry, Feli. I'll try to talk to him. I promise."

Feliciano looks like he wanted you to say more, but he simply shrugs and begins to eat his lunch.

"Alright."

After school, you walk home with Feliciano, declining an offer to go somewhere with Antonio and his friends. No attempts are made at any conversation. You are zoning out again. Is Antonio upset because of…? If he is, how did he found out? Did Joao possibly betray you and…?

You snap out of your thoughts as you finally arrive home. Quickly, you retreat into your room and collapse heavily onto your bed. You rest your chin on your pillow and stare dully at the wall, your heart feeling heavy.

You wish you could talk your feelings out to someone but there is no one except for Antonio who understands you. You roll over sit at on the edge of the bed, running your fingers quickly through your hair. "Enough with Antonio. Aren't you trying to forget your feelings for him? Straighten yourself out, Lovino." You say to yourself, gently slapping your cheeks as if the feeling would go away.

There's only one person that could talk to tonight, and after yet another glance at your phone you miserably resign yourself that it won't be happening.

You turn on your laptop and lazily did the school work piled up on your desk. You can't focus on your studies and every other second your mind betrays you and you think of Joao. Your phone hasn't beeped at all, and the silence in the room is killing you. You replay the moments when you were with him and try to figure out what went wrong, swearing on the top of your lungs to your empty room that the next time you're around him you'll show him how serious you can be.

A beep in your phone sends you flying off your computer chair and run off to your bag. You check your phone and unfortunately it isn't Joao. It's Antonio.

"Hey! I'm sorry for completely ignoring you the whole day. How've you been?"

You try to your best to pretend you didn't know why he's asking, being your jerky self as always. You notice that he seems to sound a little wounded from your obvious lie. You asked him to call you, and immediately, he dials your number and calls you.

You two spend all night talking about the homework, nothing unusual. Just like what best friends are supposed to do.

Yesterday, You spend the next two nights cooped up in your bedroom. Last Monday, you lied at Antonio on how you got his older brother's number. Just thinking it makes you feel a stab of guilt so intense you actually feel ill. Above anything else you should be considering Antonio's feelings, but here you are fretting over whether or not you can keep sneaking off with his brother behind his back.

It's Thursday morning when you decide enough is enough. You obviously don't fancy Joao as much as you previously thought, and you need to pull yourself together and stop being obsessive. Antonio is back to being his cheerful self, you two begin to pass notes in class and start to broflirt (yes, broflirt) with each other like nothing happened.

It's pretty late in Thursday night and you are still trying to finish your homework you've procrastinated this morning. Your phone buzzes on the side of your computer, the ringtone is screaming at you to answer it. You sit up on the edge of your seat and check your phone, and you feel goose bumps forming on your skin.

"Heh. Cute."

Your stomach exploded with butterflies and your hands tremble. The number is not saved into your contacts, and even though it's only two words you know that it's Joao. You can't believe it took him so long to text your number, but the relief you feel is so intense that you almost feel light headed.

"That took you long enough!" you respond, and you fall onto your bed, looking anxiously at your phone screen and waiting for his reply with baited breath.

"I'm sorry, Lovi. I was busy this week trying to, um...punish the thief. Did you miss me?"

A dorky grin forms on your face.

"No. Not at all. Why, did you miss me?"

"It's possible."

You smile incredulously and stare at his answer for half a minute. You blush slightly and give yourself a full minute to answer back. Now that you're talking to him, you realize you've missed him more than you thought you did. There's a heavy weight in your chest, bidding you to ask him something, forcing you to be direct for once in your life.

"So…is there any chance…uh…fuck." You answer, and that's as far as you can get.

"Oh? We could meet up, definitely! How's tomorrow night sound?"

A/N: Okay, I have CH 10 written out but I only did a paragraph long. hehe. See how lazy I am?

I'm busy the whole week next week! (March 26-30)! I have this Camp trip and I won't have any internet or anything orz. expect the next chapter to be a little late too!

Also my birthday is on the 27th of march...don't I get any greetings? ^u^ jk jk

thank you all for your lovely reviews~