Author's Note- Hi everyone, it's me again. I'm finally gonna post chapter 8, hooray! ^o^ I honestly really like this chapter and I'm pretty sure you guys will too. :) So yeah, thanks for reading and don't forget to review after you're done with this chapter.

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After seeing the car Antonio had, I expected him to drive up to the driveway of a mansion or something. But he didn't. Instead he pulls up in front of a normal, one story house with a nice looking front yard. Okay, so maybe he isn't that rich.

"Lovino?"

I face the driver, "What?"

"We're here, let's go inside."

We get out of the car head up a path which leads to the front porch of the house. Antonio takes out a different key this time and uses it to unlock the front door.

"Welcome to my home!" The dumb ass cheers as he pushes the door open. "Please enjoy your stay at the Carriedo home."

"You're so fucking weird." I step into his home and instantly feel welcome. The air feels warm and all the furniture makes it seem cozy. It makes me remember my own home back in Italy.

Antonio steps into his home and closes the door behind him, locking it as well. "This is my home." The only thing I can do is take in the sight, my eyes shifting from left to right, up and down. The living room is quite a sight if you ask me. And I mean it in a good way. Modern and yet, the furniture has a hint of fanciness from the medieval times or something like that. Also, you can't avoid that 50? inch flat screen t.v.

"Want a snack?"

I take my eyes off the walls, since I was staring at a bunch of hanged photos and look at Antonio. "Um sure."

Antonio nods and waves his hand so I can follow him. We enter the kitchen which is beautiful and welcoming as well. Just a simple, elegant kitchen that has all the necessary appliances a kitchen needs. Oh, and don't forget the tables.
Tables...
There's two dinner tables pushed together with ten chairs around it. Why would a small family need such a large family? Are they even a small family...?

"Hey Antonio..."

The bastard pulls his head out of the refrigerator. Since when did... Nevermind.

"Yes Lovino?"

"Random question but, how many people do you have in your family?"

Antonio gives me a puzzle look but replaces it with a blank face as he begins to think. "Let's see... I have seven siblings, eight including me. Then there's Mama and Papa. So that makes us ten."

You know how in cartoons whenever characters are shocked their jaws fall to the ground?
Yeah well, that just happened to my lower jaw right now.

"E- Eight kids!?" I breath out. He's got to be kidding me! But Antonio merely nods, his hair flapping against his forehead. "Are you fucking kidding me? Your parents need a hobby! No! I think that is their hobby!"

And Antonio laughs. I watch him lose his breath and slowly start to lose my patience with him.

"You're funny Lovino." He pants while catching his breath.

Seriously? I wasn't even trying.

"So what's your favorite fruit? Or vegetable?"

"T- Tomato."

Don't laugh at me. Tomatoes are quite delicious and hey, I'm Italian. Italians love tomatoes more than anything else in this world. Aside from pasta and garlic bread.

"Really?" Antonio asks with a smile. "Tomatoes are my favorite fruit too."

You've got to be kidding me!

"I love tomatoes so much I even have my own garden."

And he's not kidding. Great...

"Here you go." Antonio hands me a tomato and I cannot help but gaze at it. In my hand I hold a bright red, plump, ripe tomato that appears perfect. "Try it, I picked it this morning."

I raise an eyebrow at the idiot and he shakes his head in encouragement. "Alright bastard but if I get sick I'm blaming you!" Eyeing the fruit, I search for a spot to bite. And so I bite the middle, sinking my teeth into the flesh, taking in everything inside. "It's..." I slowly chew on the piece inside my mouth. "Amaz- I mean, it's good."
I can't let Antonio know his tomato is amazing, he'll probably brag about it.

"Bueno, I'm glad you like it."

I continue to eat my tomato and take another bite.

"Antonio, eres tu?" A soft voice calls out in a different language that I recognize as Spanish.

"Si Mama." Antonio answers back in the same language.

I'm about to ask Antonio for another tomato since I finished the first one when a woman enters the kitchen.
She's a tall woman; I'd say 5'9 or so and my goodness, she's beautiful! Her long, dark blonde hair drapes over her shoulders, stopping right above her hips, and it looks for so soft and luscious. The woman's eyes are hazel, just a bit lighter than my own, with long eyelashes and her tan skin compliments her whole figure.

Time to turn on the Italian charm.

"Ciao a tutti, bella signora." With my clean hand, I pick up the lady's hand and place a kiss on it.
That should do the trick.

And it does. Both the woman and Antonio are speechless.

"Antonio never mentioned his sister being this beautiful."

Okay so maybe I'm going a bit overboard. I mean, obviously this is Antonio's mom. I figured that out when he replied back "Si Mama." But hey I'm Italian, flirting is my specialty.

"Oh no, no, no." She chuckles. "I'm Antonio's mother. Can't you tell? I look so old these days!"

I can hear the Spanish accent Antonio has in his mother's voice. "Please, you look no older than 29." I throw the bastard a smirk. I'm pretty sure he can't believe I'm wooing his mom.

"Antonio who's your friend?" She asks with a deep scarlet blush across her face.

Ah, I'm such a beast.

"Hm? Oh this is Lovino."

"Lovino?" Mrs. Carriedo questions with a smile. "The famous Lovino Vargas this family hears about almost every night during dinner?"

WHAT!? Is she serious?

"Antonio talks about you. In a good way."

"A'ma!" Antonio cries.

I dart my eyes at him, sending a death glare. What the hell is he thinking!? How dare he talk about me to his family! I should just leave before this becomes more awkward then it already is.
But I notice Antonio's cheeks are pink. Is he embarrassed?

Mrs. Carriedo chuckles, "Que mijo? I'm just stating the truth."

"Mamá no me avergüence."

Damn, I wish I knew Spanish.

"Lovino, how would you like to stay for dinner?" Mrs. Carriedo gives her son a 'don't mess with me' look, as he's about to open his mouth.

I glance at Antonio and then back to his mom who is smiling at me. Is she really inviting me for dinner? No one has ever done that before. Am I even allowed to be here? This is such a weird thing. Do I accept or do I decline the offer. If I decline does that make me a rude person?
"Um, that would be great. I have to ask my grandfather first but I'm sure he'll say yes."

"Fantástico!"

This time I give Antonio a 'aren't I amazing' look, which he returns with him sticking his tongue out.

"Come on Lovino, let's go to my room." The bastard places his hand on my back and pushes me away before I can say anything. And I can hear Mrs. Carriedo giggling at us as we leave her in the kitchen.

Once out of the kitchen, we turn and go down a hallway that's to our right. The walls are full of photos of the Carriedo, so many different faces in each and every one of those frames.

"Sorry about my mom." Antonio says.

Ha, he's embarrassed! "Whatever. She was nice, I like her."

We make a left turn into another corridor. "Here's my bedroom." We stop walking and end up standing in front of a wooden door with...

"Flags? Are these flags?" On the door hangs two large flags, the Spanish and Portuguese flag.

Antonio shakes his head and points to the red and yellow flag. "This one is mine, since I'm from Spain. The other one belongs to my older brother."

"Why does he have this one?" I ask. Seems kinda weird to have a random flag on your door, you know.

The wooden door swings open there in the doorway stands a man. "Because, I'm from Portugal."
The guy and Antonio look alike so much I almost thought he was his dad! He has curly brown hair which is tied up in a loose ponytail. Yuck! The same green eyes Antonio has and tan skin like their mother.

"Alvarez," Antonio says in a displeasing tone. "Shouldn't you be at work or something?"

Antonio's brother, Alvarez yawned and scratched his chin. "Nope. Shouldn't you be in the bathroom masturbating or something?"

"Cállate la boca!"
Never seen Antonio raise his voice like this. It's so, unlike Antonio.

"Anyways," Alvarez continues. "Who's your new boy toy?"

Now it's my turn.
"Boy toy? Please! I'm not his toy nor am I his friend. I'm only here because I'm going to copy his homework!" Yeah, that's a good excuse Lovino.

The bastard grins real stupid at his older brother. "Si, so excuse us Alvarez. We are going to need the room." Antonio grabs his brother's arm and pulls him away from the doorway.

Once Alvarez is out of sight, I step into the bedroom and look around.
There's a large bed with a blue blanket on the right side of the room with an acoustic guitar leaning on the edge. A flat screen t.v. hangs on the wall behind me with a few old and new game consoles. Towards the left side is a tall lamp, and another large bed with a red blanket. Across the room, there's a dresser with a long mirror and another door which probably leads to a closet. In the middle of the room there is a small table with a laptop sitting on top.
I notice the walls are full of different types of posters: bands/singers, video games, movies, and most of all, soccer teams. One side of the room has posters of the Spain soccer team and the other side has the Portuguese team.

I'm pretty sure the side of the bedroom with the Espanga team belongs to Antonio. But just to make sure, I take a step closer towards the left side of the bedroom exploring everything around me. One of the walls make me stop walking, and it isn't because of the posters. The wall has a section that is covered in photographs.

It's a timeline of Antonio's life.
Photos of him as a baby, toddler, child, and all the way to his current age. That stupid smile of his growing larger just as he did. Oh yeah, don't forget the Bad Touch Trio. There is a bunch of pictures of them: sleepovers, concerts, soccer games, festivals, and them just having a good time.

Idiots being idiots.

I then find a photo of Antonio's family and my eyes widen in shock. All ten members are present and almost everyone looks alike! Brown hair, green hairs, tan skin, it's crazy. But something else catches me off guard.

Antonio...
He's standing behind his mom, who is sitting down, and in the middle of two girls, his sisters. He wore a fancy, black button-up shirt and a bright red tie. Those green eyes of his were sparkling in the light and he had his perfect, I mean stupid smile on. And his hair... Antonio had his hair in a ponytail! A fucking ponytail! I feel like throwing up just by looking at it! What the hell was that bastard thinking!?

"Aye dios, what was I thinking?" Antonio mumbles. Taking my eyes off the picture, I turn around and look at the idiot. "I forgot about that."

"Forgot? How do you forget that you had a ponytail?" I mutter with a distaste.

He shrugs his shoulders, "I cannot believe the only reason I grew one was because of Alvarez."

"Trying to look like your big brother, huh?" I chuckle as Antonio rolls his eyes. "Speaking of brother..."

"Hm?"

"He said he's from Portugal. Does that make you part Portuguese?"

The idiot throws himself on his bed and snuggles with a turtle Pillow Pet. Yeah, a Pillow Pet... Weirdo.
"Well my siblings and I were all born in different countries. Oh, sit down Lovino!" He pats the bed so I can join him.

Instead I sit on the floor, cross legged. "Different countries? Wait, so you're not all from Spain?" I begin to undo my tie, force of habit.

"Nope. Alvarez as you found out is from Portugal. My older sister was born in Argentina, and me in Spain. Luis, my little brother is from Puerto Rico, Genesis in Venezuela, and Salvador was born in El Salvador." Antonio giggles. "Do you get it?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, funny. Just continue bastardo."

"Okay so then, Cristobal is from Chile and my little sister Diana was born in Mexico." He peers over the bed and watches me pull off my tie.

"Well that's nice." That's sarcasm dripping off my tongue. "When is dinner ready?"

Antonio shifts his body into a sitting position. "Usually around four or five, it depends on the food."

"Great, I have to spend two hours with you."

The idiot rolls on his bed, "Isn't that great? Oh! Aren't you going to call your grandpa?"

I let out a yawn and stretch my arms. "Nah, I'll just text him."
Man, I really need my seista. I'm going to be cranky all afternoon now.

-(Sorry, No Seista Lovino)-

An hour, I think it's been an hour already. I've been lying on the floor, Antonio on his bed asking me random questions. I either answer with a nod or a low 'mmhmm' which is loud enough for Antonio to hear.
When the hell is the damn food going to be ready!? I'm starving!

"Tonniiooo!"

A strange sound causes Antonio and I to eye one another. Where the heck did that come from and what it is?

"An-Antonio!" There it is again, a voice growing louder and closer.

I hear a rattling noise and see the doorknob shake as someone is trying to open it. After a few seconds the door slowly creaks open and a pair of green eyes peek inside.
"Tonniioo!" The pair of green eyes grow wide and the next thing I see is a blur of brown.A little girl, literally a toddler, climbs on Antonio's bed and tackles him. She's a small kid; dark brown, wavy hair that passes her shoulder, olive skin, and a small fading scar just below her right eye.

"Hola An-Antonio!" She giggles as she crawls onto his lap. Definitely his little sister.

"Hello Diana. Woke up from your nap?"

She shook her head, eyes glowing. "Yes." Those green eyes found my face. "Who that?"

"Oh that's my friend Lovino." Antonio answers. "Lovino, this is my little sister Diana."

Diana blinks and gives me a shy smile.

"Ciano Diana." I return her a smile and Diana extends her small arms towards me. "Lobee!" The little girl wiggles her fingers, trying to grab me.

"Um Lovino," says Antonio. "I think she wants to be with you."

Me? A little kid wants to be with me? Ha, yeah right! I shake my head, "No. Kids do not like me..."

The room grows silent and is replaced with a shuffling sound as the toddler climbs off the bed. "Ovino okay?" Diana places her small hand on my knee and I stare at it.

"Yeah I'm okay. Co-Come here." Diana doesn't think twice and crawls onto my lap. She rests her head on my chest and hold my hand, her eyes closing.
Woah. I'm actually holding a kid and they're not crying!

"Aw Lovino, you two look so cute!" Coos Antonio as he sits on the floor beside me.

"Sh- Shut up bastard!" I'd punch him in the face but his sister is here so I won't.

The room falls silent again, Diana's breathing the only sound. I keep my head down, trying to avoid Antonio because I know he's watching me. Damn, that moron has problems!

"You know, I didn't invite you over so you can ignore me." He whispers.

I lift my head and meet his eyes but I don't speak. "I want to ask you something," he continues. "Lovino, would you like to come to the Homecoming dance with me?"

Holy shit!

What the fuck!?

Am I being punked? Is this some kind of joke!? Go to the dance with this bastard!? Who does he think he is? I can't believe he asked! Why me out of all people in the school!? Ugh, so many thoughts are going through my head now. And my hands feel kinda shaky now. Is it just me or did this room get hot?

My left eye begins to twitch in annoyance. "You think I'd go to the dance with you as a date!?"

"Oh um, well..." Antonio bites his lip and I notice him scoot closer towards me. "We'll go as friends. Two friends going to the dance. How about that?" His breath hits my skin and I want to shiver. Crap, he's pretty close and he smells so good. "Please come. I'll buy your ticket."

He really wants me to go. Just say no Lovino, just say no. He can take someone else. I swallow, getting ready to say no. Why does he look so damn happy? I see his lips curl into a small smile. My eyes fall on his lips. Dammit, he's too fucking close! "Ye-Yeah..." I whisper so low that I can barely hear myself. "I'll go with you, bastard."

If Antonio's smile could get any wider, I think it just did.

AN- Wasn't that just so cute!? xD Ahhh, I enjoyed writing that. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this (: Umm idk what else to say...

Translations-

Antonio, eres tu?- Antonio is that you? (Spanish)

Si Mama.- Yes mom. (Spanish)

Ciao a tutti, bella signora.- Hello beautiful lady. (Italian)

Que mijo?- What son? (Spanish)

Mamá no me avergüence.- Mom, do not embarrass me. (Spanish)

Fantástico!- Fantastic! (Spanish)

Cállate la boca!- Shut your mouth! (Spanish)

Bastardo- bastard (Italian)

Well guys I guess that's it for today. Thank you for reading and do not forget to review :D Until next time my children!

~MuseLover