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Chapter 8

Antonio ended up staying with Francis and Gilbert for the rest of the week much to his friends' distress.

"Toni, we love ya but dude you gotta go." Gilbert said bluntly after Antonio came out from a thirty-minute bath.

"Que? Porque? I thought we were all having a good time." Antonio pouted.

"We were! But you gotta go back. You've been avoiding Al for way too long. You wanna know how many texts I've gotten from him asking about you?" Gilbert exclaimed.

"I agree, cherie." Francis said from where he stood behind Gilbert.

Antonio stared at his best friends who grinned back weakly. "…Esta bien amigos. I will go back right now." He said, still pouting. "Thank you for letting me stay with you." He began packing up his things in silence and Francis and Gilbert looked at each other warily. They both felt bad but even though they they really cared about the Spaniard, they couldn't take his moping anymore. They both agreed that maybe being back with Alfred would help Antonio return to normal.

"Don't forget, Tonio. If things get bad again, please come back to us." Francis said as Antonio walked to the door.

"I'll only bother you if I need to." Antonio said, giving his friends a sad look. "Bye guys."

He left, leaving Francis and Gilbert feeling like jerks.

Antonio felt a wave of relief wash over him when he entered the room and found that Alfred wasn't there. He hoped he would have a long time to himself. He put his things away and took out his guitar. He hadn't played it in weeks and now he had the time. He leaned against the wall as he tuned his guitar.

"This one's for you, amiguito~" Antonio told his pet turtle, smiling softly and he began strumming the strings.

"That sounded amazing, Toni." Alfred said quietly from where he stood by the door still in his football uniform.

"Huh?" Antonio set the guitar down, looking up at Alfred in surprise. He hadn't heard him come in. "Uh gracias…"

"I'm really glad you're back!" Alfred said suddenly. "I was worried you were gonna ask to be moved or something."

"I wouldn't do that," Antonio assured Alfred with a weak smile.

"Um listen, can we talk? After I shower, I mean?" Alfred asked.

Antonio nodded. "Sure. We can talk." A feeling of dread came over him and the anxiousness kept him from playing the guitar anymore so he put it away and simply lay in bed while he waited for Alfred to come out of the bathroom.

He didn't have to wait too long. Alfred came out twelve minutes later, wearing a white tank top and gray sweatpants. He took a seat at the edge of his bed and smiled faintly at Antonio.

Antonio sat up and faced Alfred. "So…" he started.

"So…" Alfred repeated and laughed sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm not very good with these kinds of conversations."

"What kind of conversation?" Antonio asked worriedly.

"Well um I just wanna make sure that we're cool. Or that you don't hate me." Alfred said in a rush.

"Hate you?" Antonio laughed a bit. "I definitely do not hate you, Alfred. You are my friend. My friend who really screwed up. But still my friend."

"Good! Great! This is awesome!" Alfred flashed a bright smile. "You're gonna stay here from now on right?"

"Sí, I am. Franny and Gil pretty much kicked me out of their room." Antonio was smiling too, having found Alfred's grin contagious.

Alfred's grin faded slightly at the mention of Francis but he continued to speak cheerily. "So, I think we should do something fun tonight now that we've made up."

"What do you have in mind?" Antonio asked, wishing he and Alfred had the same idea of fun nighttime activities.

"I downloaded a bunch of movies back home and I wanna watch one of them. It could be a little movie night for us." Alfred suggested.

"…Vale! A movie night sounds perfect." Antonio smiled. "What are you waiting for? Start one up. But make sure it's a good one! No dramas!"

"All my movies are good ones." Alfred protested lightly but he hurried to turn on his laptop and set up the movie. "You're gonna have to come over here so that we can both watch it."

Feeling a little giddy, Antonio went to sit on Alfred's bed, next to the blond. He didn't think he'd get to do this with Alfred again. He was so happy he was wrong.

The excitement wore off halfway through the movie when Antonio began feeling sleepy. His eyes kept shutting and opening until finally he kept them closed. Antonio's head drooped onto Alfred's shoulder, alerting the American that he had knocked out. Alfred paused the movie and grinned down at the Spaniard. He put his arms around him to carry him back to his own bed but Antonio whined in his sleep.

"Okay okay…" Alfred whispered, instead laying Antonio down on his bed. He set his laptop on his desk from where he sat and pursed his lips, wondering if he should move to Antonio's bed.

"…Alfred…" Antonio sighed softly, nuzzling into Alfred's pillow. Alfred's face heated up and he immediately settled down next to his roommate.

"I'm right here, Toni…" Alfred murmured, wrapping an arm around the Spaniard. He inhaled Antonio's scent and closed his eyes, falling asleep easily for the first time in weeks.