I've been kinda busy lately, with writing another story as well as other things. Maybe go check it out? Even if not, enjoy this one!

I Do Not Own Anything

Antonio gazed into the foggy mirror, a joyful grin on his face. He shook the water from his hair and laid a small red towel over his shoulders to soak up any remaining moisture, droplet of water glistening on his bare skin. "I'm sure Lovino's in a better mood now," he whispered to himself happily. "He loves that song just as much as I do!~"

After a few moments of standing there for no good reason, the Spaniard pulled the towel from his shoulders and ran it through his messy hair, then tossed it to the floor. He pulled on a long sleeved green shirt and walked out of the muggy room (pants already on, mind you). He glanced around, confused for a moment. Where was Lovino?

"Lovi?" He called, only to be met by silence. He looked over at the bed, noticing his Ipod was sitting there with a notepad beside it. Antonio walked over, picked it up, and read it. It said, in messy, scribbly words:

I'm sorry that you've felt a need to lie to me for so long. I obviously had no intentions of having a potion broken over my head. I'll just leave you alone from now on through forever. I'll leave everyone alone. Just know my feelings were never fake. i cared, even when i didnt show it. have a better life

-Lovino

Now the Spaniard was even more confused. What was this depressing note? he picked up his Ipod and flicked the screen on. The bright light popped up, showing the title of the song it had been paused on, by Three Days Grace. Antonio's eyes widened as realization flooded into his mind. He had switched the song in mid-throw, and Lovino thought he didn't love him. "No," he breathed. "No...Lovino?!" He ran out the door and up the stairs. "Lovino?!" The empty dining room echoed his exasperated voice. The Italian was nowhere in sight.

Antonio slammed the door open to the kitchen, startling Vlad, who was sitting at his computer across the room. "Where's Lovino?," Antonio asked. The vampire rolled his eyes and relaxed in his chair. "Geez, you scared me half to death. And to answer your question, he ran out the front door about ten minutes ago." He swiveled back around in his computer chair and faced the bright screen. "He ran out and you didn't bother to go after him?!"

"He didn't look like he wanted to be bothered," Vlad shrugged. "GO UP THE DAMNED HILL, YOU STUPID HORSE!" The Romanian suddenly exclaimed, mashing buttons on the keyboard. Antonio glared at the back of his head for a moment, then sighed and ran out the door. Being mad at the vampire who was providing them a warm roof to sleep under was useless. He ran down the snowy street at top speed, his breath coming out in puffs of white. His heart was racing, from fear and concern. i know where he would have gone, he thought to himself. and if im right, id better hurry.

The piercing cold was magnified by his still wet hair, but Antonio couldn't care less. He was determined to save Lovino from the fate he was putting himself in.

So anyways, I'm going to try to have this story completed by next weekend. Let's just hope i can stick to that. Hope you liked this lame chapter!...