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Chapter 6

Antonio didn't go back to his room until the party had ended. He shut the door behind him softly and turned on the bathroom light so that he could get ready for bed. He could see a lump under Alfred's covers and he assumed that it was the American. Alfred hadn't returned to the party at all. Antonio felt guilty for not coming to check on him but he also felt pleased. Had Alfred been upset because of his dance with Francis?

Despite the heavy thoughts that plagued his mind, Antonio fell asleep easily.

He awoke the next morning to find himself alone in the room. He checked his clock and frowned when he saw it was almost noon. He got up and got ready for the day, the whole time wondering where Alfred was. He thought about texting him and then changed his mind.

'Let him come to you' Francis' words were stuck in his head. Antonio would wait. He would see Alfred again sooner or later.

After a quick brunch, Antonio headed back up to his room, relieved when he saw that Alfred was back.

"Hi," he said, stepping into the room. "What happened to you last night? You left the party early."

Alfred was digging through his closet and didn't look at Antonio as he replied. "I'm surprised you noticed…It wasn't my kind of party."

"Oh?" Antonio said disbelievingly. "Um what are you doing?"

"Packing. I'm going home." Alfred said tersely, stuffing some of his clothes into a duffel bag.

"Que? I thought you weren't leaving until the end of the week!" Antonio was shocked.

"I was going to but then I changed my mind." Alfred still wasn't looking at Antonio.

Antonio frowned deeply and opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted by Alfred.

"How long have you and Francis been a thing?" He asked, finally looking at the Spaniard.

"We're not!" Antonio replied quickly. "We're just friends."

"It didn't look that way to me," Alfred snorted, turning back to push his clothes into his duffel bag.

Antonio clicked his tongue. He couldn't understand why Alfred seemed to be angry.

"If you must know, Francis was trying to make someone at the party jealous…" Antonio admitted.

"What?" Alfred grunted, struggling to zip up his bag. "That's kinda fucked up, Toni."

"Well maybe it wasn't very nice but-" Antonio started to agree.

"Nice? It was downright mean." Alfred interrupted. "I thought you were better than that."

Antonio bristled at the insult. "Hey shut up. You are not better than me, you don't get to judge me. This is none of your business."

"I'm not saying I'm better than you, Antonio. I'm saying what you and your friend did was fucked up. I didn't think you were that kind of guy."

"Get off your high horse, idiota." Antonio said angrily. "I had my reasons. None of which I have to explain to you."

"Good! I don't wanna hear any bullshit excuses anyway!" Alfred yelled as he struggled to close the last bit of his bag.

"Go to hell, jerk!" Antonio shouted. He and Alfred glared each other down and a few seconds later, Alfred finally zipped his bag all the way up and he left, slamming the door hard behind him.

There was a knock at the door nearly two minutes later. Antonio refused to answer in case it was Alfred. The knocking persisted until finally Antonio caved and stomped to open it. "What!"

"Hey Toni," Gilbert said weakly. "This a bad time?"

Antonio let out a long breath and shook his head. "Lo siento, Gil. I thought you were someone else."

"Who the hell did you think I was?" Gilbert asked, pushing past Antonio to sit down on his bed. "What happened? I heard you yelling so being the awesome friend I am, I decided to come check on you."

Antonio rubbed his forehead tiredly. "I got into a little fight with Alfred." He muttered.

"Seriously? You two? I didn't think it was possible for either of you to get angry." Gilbert snorted. "What was the fight about?"

"My kiss with Franny…" Antonio answered slowly.

Gilbert raised a brow. "What? So he was jealous?"

"No! He was just mad! I still don't completely understand what just happened…" Antonio collapsed next to Gilbert on the bed and groaned as his head hit the wall.

"Sorry, dude. Dunno what to tell ya. Franny's the one who's good with words." Gilbert patted Antonio's shoulder awkwardly.

"Ugh, I don't want to talk to him right now. I'm a little mad at him. It was his stupid idea that caused this in the first place…" Antonio trailed off. "Gil can you go away please? I want to sleep."

"Sure thing, buddy. Text me if you need anything. I'm not gonna be leaving until tomorrow morning so I'll be around 'til then." Gilbert patted Antonio's shoulder again then left the Spaniard alone to sulk and think about his fight with Alfred.