Lovino bangs his head on his locker the following week. He's annoyed to say the least. He hits his head until it starts to really hurt. He lets out a low groan. He spent the whole weekend thinking about that girl and her eyes. It seemed no matter what he did he felt reminded of their color and shape and the way they told him exactly what she felt. No one has eyes that gorgeous and he's annoyed. He couldn't do much without having to stop and tear at his hair for thinking about them. He's pissed.
He bangs his head once more as the minute bell warning him to get to class sounds out through the hall. He finally opens his locker. He knew he should have looked through his stuff more. He finds a slip of paper detailing a mini report due his last hour. He hasn't done it. He sighs and slams his locker shut with more force than he usually uses. He hides in the bathroom. Not caring for germs he hoists himself up onto the counter. He takes out his work and starts on his report. It's easy, he knows what he's talking about, and it's completed ten minutes before the class he skipped ends. He debates actually going to the last of the class. It's pointless though.
He hops down off the counter and leaves the bathroom. He stops short outside. The girl that got pushed into him is at a locker of her own. She talking quietly with a girl in Lovino's grade, Julchen. He doesn't particularly care for Julchen when she's talking. She's loud and never really figured out what boundaries are. He watches from his position leaning up against the wall. Julchen takes one of the red ribbons from the girls hair, tugging it so her blonde pigtail come loose around her shoulder. Lovino can hear the girl squeak in protest. Julchen takes this time to ruffle the girls hair further before running off down the hallway cackling like crazy. Lovino rolls his eyes.
The girl takes out the other pigtail, now ruined by Julchen's grabby hands. Lovino kicks off the wall and walks up to her. He doesn't know why he does, but he feels like talking to her, so he's going to. She's got a small brush in her hands, working it through her long hair. His hands are in his pockets to keep himself from twitching. He leans up against the row of lockers next to her with a small clang. She jumps slightly.
"Hey," He says. He watches her. She blinks at him, those damn eyes. He can see the confusion on her face, then it lights up.
"Oh, hello," She says politely, still brushing out her hair. Lovino wonders why she cares so much about the order of her hair. He rolls his eyes at himself, she can do whatever she wants.
"I'm Lovino," He tells her. He's keeping his voice even as possible. He's not nervous, but he'd rather not take his usual bitter tone when there's no need to. She smiles at him.
"Madeline. Sorry, again, about running into you," She grimaces slightly. Lovino rolls his eyes and waves off the apology. It's not her fault. He stares forward now, his head back against the lockers.
"It wasn't your fault." He tells her. She giggles slightly. He glances at her from the corner of his eye. She working the ribbon around a section of her hair.
"Are you new here? Never really seen you before," He scrunches up his face slightly. She nods in answer to his question. She sticks her tongue out slightly as she ties the bow.
"I recently moved with my dad since he got remarried. My step sister already goes here," She flashes him a quick smile. Lovino goes back to looking at the lockers.
"Who's your step sister?" He asks, keeping up the light conversation. He glances at her again. Her smiles twitches just a little.
"Amelia Jones," It's Lovino's turn to twitch. He knows Amelia, they are in the same grade. Her and Julchen hang out a lot, and they are both equally annoying. He sighs.
"I know her, you two are nothing alike. Thank fucking god." He rolls his eyes. Madeline giggles into her hand. She's running the brush through the other half of her hair, taking her time in getting her pigtails right.
"She's not all that bad," She tells him with a smile on her face. Lovino doesn't look away. Her bright eyes are sparkling again.
"Are you related to Feliciano?" She asks suddenly, turning to face him. She blinks at him. He twitches again. Of course Feliciano would come up in conversation.
"Yeah he's my younger brother." He digs his head back into the lockers. She hums in response.
"You two aren't alike either. I worry for him," she pouts to herself. She ties up the half of her hair. Lovino watches her hands work.
"Why?" His face twists up in confusion. Partly because she's worried for his brother, who is the happiest son of a bitch ever, and he finds himself thinking that a frown doesn't fit her face. She shakes her head twice in the mirror before snapping it shut. She closes her locker softly.
"Because he's so happy," She faces him fully. He's a bit taken aback by her words. No one really worries for Feliciano except for him. She smiles widely at him when the bells rings. She takes a step back away from him.
"It was nice talking to you Lovino," Her smile is soft and bright and Lovino is annoyed. He bangs his head back against the lockers. No one has the right to be that soft and nice. He grumbles and heads to his last hour class. He gets there on time even. He practically throws his shabby made in an hour report at the teacher then slumps in his desk. There's no real reason for him to even be in class anymore. He debates taking a nap instead.
He sits glaring at the open notebook in front of him. There are no notes on the page because he's already taken notes on the chapter and the teacher is going too slow for him. He's only opened the notebook to make it look like he's taking notes anyway. He picks up his pencil and doodles. Anything to get his mind off of those stupid purple eyes. He draws a few circles, a couple lines, and plenty of curls and waves. His eyes widen in horror. He grabs the paper and rips it out of the notebook. He crumbles it up hastily. He shoves it into his backpack and faces the teacher like he's been paying attention the entire time. The class is looking at him weirdly but he ignores them. He's annoyed.
After school he's putting his things away. He finds the crumpled up piece of paper near the bottom. He takes it out and flattens it. His sketch of Madeline is looking back at him. He growls, crumpling it back up and shoving in his locker. He slams it shut with more force than necessary. He swivels around and drops back against his locker in shock. Madeline is standing right behind him, her eyes open wide at his sudden turnabout. He releases a deep breath.
"Are you alright?" She asks, taking a step closer. Lovino sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
"Yeah I just.. Fuck." Is all he manages to say. Madeline giggles and opens her mouth to say something more, but her name is called. She flicks her head to the side, her hair swirling around her shoulders. She waves down the hallway. Lovino follows her motion. Amelia, Julchen, and Michaela are waiting at the end of the hallway. Madeline steps away from him, giving him another one of those soft gentle smiles he has a hard time believing she's actually letting him see. He watches with a neutral expression as she joins up with her step sister and her friends. With another growl he opens his locker up, grabs the crumpled piece of paper, and slams his locker shut again.
He's banging doors when he gets home. He's not even trying to be quiet. Their grandpa could probably sleep through an earthquake anyway. Lovino stomps upstairs and throws his door closed. He takes the paper he's tortured and flattens it out once again. He clenches his teeth tight. It doesn't look right. Even if it hadn't been crumpled, it still wouldn't look right. He takes out a few spare pieces of sketch paper and tries again, much to his own annoyance.
He's soon surrounded by sketches with the edges bent from his grip on them. He throws his pencil down on the table. Every time he's tried, something comes out wrong. The smile isn't sweet enough, or the eyes don't sparkle the way he sees them, or the hair doesn't have the right amount of curl or too much. Before he can be bothered to erase his mistakes, he gets frustrated and bends the paper, which annoys him more. He groans and smacks his head on the table. There's a knock. He raises his head as Feliciano enters the room.
"Fratello are you okay? Grandpa said you came home in a whirlwind, slamming doors," Feliciano closes the door behind him softly. He enters the room and takes a seat on the floor opposite of Lovino. Lovino sighs and sits up straighter, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah fine," He says in response. He's not fine. He's pissed. He stands and shakes to get rid of some of his angry energy. Feliciano pouts.
"Someone in my class asked about you today," He says with a smile, trying to maybe cheer up his brother. Lovino gives him an irritated expression. Why should he care what Feliciano's classmates think of him? Feliciano nods his head with a pleased 'mhmm' when he notices Lovino looking at him.
"Madeline said you're sweet, even though everyone else told her she was wrong," Feliciano nods his head in a final like manner. Lovino makes a conscious effort to breath.
"Madeline.. Said that?" He runs a hand through his hair again. He's briefly caught up in thinking about why she would say that he misses the baffled expression Feliciano is giving him.
"Do you know Madeline? She's real nice," Feliciano is smiling widely at him. Lovino goes back to glaring. He clenches his teeth as he realizes Feliciano is sitting obliviously surrounded by his failed attempts at drawing her. He comes over and starts to gather the papers.
"No I don't." It's a total lie and Feliciano notices it. He glances at the papers before they are ripped from his view. He giggles and takes a spare one that hasn't be ruined. He takes the pencil and begins to mark up the paper. Lovino sits on his bed, ruined sketches beside him. He knows what Feliciano is doing and all he can do is watch his brother's smiling face as he concentrates on drawing. Lovino has long gotten over the fact Feliciano can draw better than him. He taught Feliciano everything he knew and then his brother just happened to be better. No big deal.
He got over it. They each took their share of arts. Feliciano is better at material arts. Painting, drawing, sculpting. Lovino is better at physical arts. Singing, playing, dancing. He likes dancing most. It's freeing and energy consuming. Perfect for when he's pissed or can't get his thoughts straight. Now is one of those times. Feliciano sits back, makes a few more marks, then sits back again. He pouts at the paper, makes another line or two, and smiles up at Lovino. He holds the paper in front of his face so he can peek over the top.
It's times like this that make Lovino hate and love his brother's art talent. The sketch of Madeline is perfect. The smile is gentle and sweet and the eyes are sparkling. The waves and curls of her hair fall gently around her shoulders like they did earlier that day. Fucking damnit. Feliciano giggles and places the sketch on the table. He stands and fucking skips to the door.
"Oh yeah! I came up here to tell you I'm making lasagna for dinner!" With that Feliciano is gone. Lovino hasn't removed his eyes from the sketch now on the mini table. He reaches out and take it in his hands to study it closer. He takes a deep breath. He pushes off the bed and pins the picture to his cork board. He swivels around and turns on his stereo. He doesn't care how loud the music is, he just needs to remove some tension.
AN: Feliciano to the rescue. Hope you enjoy~
Art: Stinkling on tumblr, seriously, they do some beautiful Romano and Canada stuff.
