I'll start with guest reviews :D

Mr. Fish Fish - You have no idea how much your review made my day. I'm a sucker for long detailed reviews XD I'm glad you thought it was realistic enough. I was worried it got too messed up in the process of making it disturbing. Oh! I should've made this clear before, but the reason I said "please don't kill me" that time was because I was worried that some fangirl might flame about me almost killing Lovi - even if it was in a dream XD

Again, thank you for your amazing review :D

Let's get with the story :D It's been awhile! I'm glad to be back!

I didn't want to check the clock next to my bed. Devil! Feli might be waiting for me in the crack in between Lizzy's bed and mine. I couldn't move a single damn muscle, and I started to wonder if I ever would again. I guess I was breathing - but there was no way I couldn't hear that.

My head felt heavy against the pillow. My gut seemed to be sinking deeper into a black hole that was seemingly inescapable by now. I was extremely aware of the cold sweat soaking the sheets, but I didn't care. I tried to fall asleep again, but there was no way in hell that I could after that dream. I would rather stay the shivering mess of emotions and sort this shit out than live my life running away.

Speaking of shivering, my life apparently thought lying in a bed all night was a bad idea. I was fucking cold. I must have kicked all the covers off while I was dreaming.

Hesitantly, I felt around for Katerina, who had sneaked into my suitcase while I was packing. Where was she...? ...Well not that I cared, but...I wouldn't be happy if the devil took her...

"Lovinio...?" Came that damn Spanish accent from somewhere in the dark. "Are you alright?"

I almost shrieked - that's how startled I was. I would probably be jumpy for the next month or so, to be honest. Immediately, I bolted up from my spot on the bed and pulled down on my pajama sleeves, "Fuck it, Antonio! You almost gave me a heart attack! And why the hell are you awake?! It's..." I quickly glanced at my clock. "Only fucking four-thirty!"

Apparently, he had left his makeshift bed in the corner. Antonio had claimed the couch, much to my dismay. I would've rather enjoyed it if he hadn't been so close to my bed.

In the dim light, I could barely spy the Spaniard's silhouette leaning against the wall across from the bed.

He didn't answer me like he should've, that damn bastard. Instead, he came over to me to the point that I could see the whites of his eyes - even in the dark!

He looked concerned. Those bright eyes didn't sparkle deviously like they should've, which immediately made me feel bad about damping his usually happy mood. Then again, it was the middle of the night.

On the other hand, I didn't feel that bad. His breath stunk and his hair looked so fucked up - like a toddler had cut and styled his hair. His pajama pants were a little too low for my taste and there was a trail of...wet stuff on his face - probably drool. Gross.

But the man - this man who was covered in drool and looked absolutely pathetic - scared me. It scared me that I had only talked to him once or twice and he dominated my thoughts. It scared me that my daily cycle was used to him fucking up my life.

It scared me that every time I thought of him, I wanted to pick up a knife.

Yes, I've heard all that crap about not running and facing your fears. Running away is cowardice.

Cowardice was my middle name.

Lovino Cowardice Vargas...Damn, that actually sounded pretty good.

You can't just...Do that - to put it simply. The story books don't understand anything. If the fairy tales were actually correct, my life would be a fairy tale. I'd have a perfect life with no knives in sight. I wouldn't be gay for Feli's homeroom teacher. Nonno, Feli and I would live happily with my mother...ANYWAYS! Back to what I was talking about! Tone deaf people wouldn't exist and life would be good.

"What. Do you want." I hissed, hugging my body for warmth. I quickly grabbed my blanket from a few feet away and threw it over my bare shoulders, embarrassed to have been seen shirtless by...him.

"You were screaming." He stated, as if the fact wasn't any more obvious.

I glared at him as much as I possibly could when I was half asleep. "No, I wasn't. Go back to sleep."

He chuckled softly. "You're a terrible liar, Lovino."

He was so close, goddammit.

I groaned and moved the slightest bit closer to the wall behind me. "Look, I'm tired and I'm sick of all your crap..." I winced at the harshness of my speech and tried to tone down that cursed attitude. "It'd be better if I just figured this out myself without bothering anyone else..."

He only got closer. Dammit, there was more backward for him to go that forward. "That's ridiculous." His voice had an edge. "I'm not leaving you hanging. Now tell me what's wrong."

Goddammit.

I internally growled at his persistance, but I made space for him on the bed and let him hug me. Fuck this, this had to be the worst night ever. what, was he trying to act like a fucking pedo?!

Despite the way he looked and smelled, I couldn't help but feel safe at his touch - however stupid and cliche that sounded. He was surprisingly warm, like the chilly autumn air didn't affect him at all. He was sweaty, but I suppose that could've been my own body sweat. His entire being was almost...comforting.

Oh goddammit. Shut the fuck up Lovino.

"I'm waiting~!" He said pleasantly.

I snorted at how lightly he was taking the matter. What? Does he want to get stuck in my mental crap or something?! If so, he truly is a dumbass...Not that I didn't think he was already.

"I had a bad dream." I snapped.

"And~?"

"'And' what?!" I retorted, indignant. What? Did he really think I was going to spill? "It's none of your damn business what I dream! Can't you keep to yourself?"

Antonio sighed and ran his hand through his chocolate-colored curls. "Lovino," His voice was softer than it was the moment before. "I know it's hard to trust – especially if you barely know the person – but I can feel some sort of connection here. I've heard a lot about you. They say you're rude and prideful..."

I started to protest, but he stopped me.

"...But I know people can't be all bad..." He whispered. "...Sometimes you just have to break down and cry. Everyone has their dark side. Anyone could shatter into a million pieces at any moment until all we had was a thin layer of barriers, scattered on the floor – but some people have it worse than others."

My eyes narrowed. "Are you implying...?"

At that, Antonio smiled – the light back in his eyes. "No, of course not. You'll understand... someday." He glanced at the clock. A look of alarm crossed his face. "It's late. You should be sleeping. We have a long weekend ahead of us."

I fumed mentally, but he was right. Truth be told, I was fucking tired. "Fine. Good night, Antonio."

I pulled the covers over my head and tried to settle down my pounding heart.

"You're going to suffocate if you do that ~!" Antonio's cheerful voice came from a few feet away.

"Goddammit! Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!"

He chuckled. "Sweet dreams, my little tomato."

Then he left the room.

Wonderful. This chat was not going to help my mental stability.

There's some touring after this ;) This trip will truly change everyone's personality for better or for worst. You'll see. ;)

Thanks guys!

~Emil