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chien_rouge525) wrote2015-12-08 09:46 pm
chien_rouge525) wrote2015-12-08 09:46 pm
Number Two Chapter 4
Psssssh.
The sound of running water bounced off the glass walls of the one-person bathroom. I took in the warmth of moderate hot and cold water had to offer as they trickled down my body as I ran through the events of the day and our requirements for the next semester, simultaneously chasing away the memory of that Spanish idiot and my oh-so-dearly-beloved fratellino. I put out the first sign of emerald eyes and unwavering smile from my memories before I start to see more and then feel depressed all over again. I come out of the shower, fresh and determined to finish all that I had to do today and tomorrow when my goddamn phone rings and whoop-dee-doo. It’s none other than the Tomato Bastard himself and his contact picture staring dreamily at me. My knees weakened to jelly and my mind started running the idea of answering the phone. Then his hands on his contact picture caught my attention and the memory of the morning which I had tried so desperately to erase from my mind suddenly came back and I found myself madder than I was before. I press the reject button and turned off the power before I could change my mind. I threw it on the bed and reached for my desk chair and started working.
For a few hours, my study was doing great and by the stroke of 8, I was able to finish the paper we had due tomorrow. When I study, I usually have my earphones plugged in to block out any external sound that could swerve my concentration. I direct this to my next door dormer who’s roommate is also his lover and the walls were thin so you could literally hear everything going on. Tonight as well was one of their session nights and I had my music on maximum volume. That was probably the reason why I didn’t hear the sound of tapping feet and my door opening. I had only realized it when hands came from behind me. Surprised, I jumped off my seat and kicked the chair backwards earning a moan of pain from the intruder.
“Who the fuck---Tonio!? What the hell are you doing in my room!?”
“H-hey~!”
“Don’t you ‘hey~!’ me! Can’t you fucking knock? And what the hell are you doing in here in nothing but your boxers!?” I turned to my right and opened the white wooden closet door and retrieved a simply blue short sleeved shirt. I mumbled a curse to myself, slowly realizing I was falling for the Tomato Bastard’s antics again.
Really. You’d think you learn after getting this far. I didn’t look up.
“I’m sorry Lovi for anything wrong I did today.” For what, bastard?
I continued to pretend to rummage through my clothes, trying to find him a decent shirt that could fit him.
“You know how I am. My mind almost always floats someplace else and I forget to act my age. So for whatever I did today, I’m very sorry.” I sighed.
Just as I thought. He doesn’t understand.
I turned to him, ready and determined to tell him off, curse him with all I had but all my anger dissipated as I saw a tall tan college man with a hell of a ripped abdomen (Curse those caressable abs and chest) whose face bore that of a puppy being scolded by his master. All my anger dissipated in that one second and inwardly I cursed myself yet again for always giving in so easily.
Dammit Lovino. You have to stop doing this.
I look away once again just to hide the obvious red spreading throughout my face and threw a red and yellow shirt to his direction. Without looking at him, I murmured to him.
“Put these on. It’s cold tonight.
“O-Oh. Th-Thank you, Lovi~!” Lose the cheerful voice, why dontcha?
“Whatever. In the first place, why are you even here without a top?!” The silence of rustling cloth urged me to turn around as a sign that he had finished changing. He was looking at me with a small smile and looking (not gazing) at him now made me realize something: He was wearing one of my own clothes. This was fucking unfair. I quickly looked away but returning to the cluttered mess on my table.
“Well? When are you going to leave?” He remained silent for a few seconds than began.
“I haven’t even gotten what I needed, Lovi.”
“So what do you want? “
"Did I do something to make you mad?” Lovino whirled towards his direction and blinked twice.
“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” If I had the guts to get mad at you, I would have done it sooner to keep my feelings intact.
“It’s just that you practically avoided me the entire day. When I came up to you during lunch, you leaped up from your seat and left your food not even half finished.”
“I was full. And I had classes to attend to.”
“And I tried waving at you when our eyes met, you turned away...”
“I didn’t see you.”
“And now you’re not even looking at me while we’re talking.”
My hands stop with whatever they’re doing and I fall silent. “I’m just tired that’s all.”
“No you’re not."
“I am.”
“Lovi. You’ve been avoiding me for the last few weeks. How can that be tired?”
I slam both my fists on my desk in annoyance. “Would you just listen to me for once?! I’m telling you, I’m fine!” I no longer realized my tone was rising and Toni was slowly backing away. I soon realized my mistake. I faltered.
“I’m sorry. It’s just...It’s nothing.”
I said glumly looking glancing at his phone wallpaper which contained him and my brother both smiling sweetly. The sudden urge to ask him ran through my mind. Before I could even convince myself it wasn’t worth the pain, the words simply flowed freely.
“What do you think of my brother?” Oh dear Lord, please kill me now! There was dead silence between as he just continues to stare at me, obviously astonished by the question. I quickly stammered, trying to regain my composure.
“You know what? It’s fine. Forget I asked.”
“I like him!”
“...what?”
“I like Feli.” Time stopped at that instant and I froze on the spot. Suddenly, I wished I could turn back time and stop myself from asking that question. Unfortunately, time is not friend of mine as I stood there waiting for a miracle.
“Ah, but...”
“Of course you do! Why wouldn’t you like Feliciano? I mean he’s cute and small and just so fucking fluffy. Of course...of course...”
What were you thinking, Lovino Vargas? A small whimper escaped my mouth as I started shoving the Spaniard out the door.
“L-Lovi?! What...hey!”
“Go the fuck out already, bastard!”
“L-Lovi...?”
“You come in here and disturb me while I work only to enthusiastically talk to me about how lovey-dovey you are with my little brother. Dammit!” I didn’t realize how heavy Antonio was and he need not care for there were other things to worry about.
Such as the evident tears close to falling from the contours of my face.
Toni staggers and trips from the border lining the Italian’s dorm room. I couldn't see but I could tell he's still outside the door looking at it, debating whether or not to knock on my door and to ask for an explanation but is cut off by the ear splitting slam of the door in his face. He stands there, unable to say anything but to bow his head and walk away in confusion, racking his brain as to what really was going on with me. That's just the type of person he is. And I was a fool to believe he'd only do it for me.
On the other side of the door, I wait for the footsteps to disappear before completely breaking down in tears. Once gone, the only left to hear was the stifled sounds of sobbing and the loud thumping of my heart. I knew it all along. Why did I have to ask? What was I? A masochist?
What the hell were you thinking, Vargas? What. The. Hell.
The sound of running water bounced off the glass walls of the one-person bathroom. I took in the warmth of moderate hot and cold water had to offer as they trickled down my body as I ran through the events of the day and our requirements for the next semester, simultaneously chasing away the memory of that Spanish idiot and my oh-so-dearly-beloved fratellino. I put out the first sign of emerald eyes and unwavering smile from my memories before I start to see more and then feel depressed all over again. I come out of the shower, fresh and determined to finish all that I had to do today and tomorrow when my goddamn phone rings and whoop-dee-doo. It’s none other than the Tomato Bastard himself and his contact picture staring dreamily at me. My knees weakened to jelly and my mind started running the idea of answering the phone. Then his hands on his contact picture caught my attention and the memory of the morning which I had tried so desperately to erase from my mind suddenly came back and I found myself madder than I was before. I press the reject button and turned off the power before I could change my mind. I threw it on the bed and reached for my desk chair and started working.
For a few hours, my study was doing great and by the stroke of 8, I was able to finish the paper we had due tomorrow. When I study, I usually have my earphones plugged in to block out any external sound that could swerve my concentration. I direct this to my next door dormer who’s roommate is also his lover and the walls were thin so you could literally hear everything going on. Tonight as well was one of their session nights and I had my music on maximum volume. That was probably the reason why I didn’t hear the sound of tapping feet and my door opening. I had only realized it when hands came from behind me. Surprised, I jumped off my seat and kicked the chair backwards earning a moan of pain from the intruder.
“Who the fuck---Tonio!? What the hell are you doing in my room!?”
“H-hey~!”
“Don’t you ‘hey~!’ me! Can’t you fucking knock? And what the hell are you doing in here in nothing but your boxers!?” I turned to my right and opened the white wooden closet door and retrieved a simply blue short sleeved shirt. I mumbled a curse to myself, slowly realizing I was falling for the Tomato Bastard’s antics again.
Really. You’d think you learn after getting this far. I didn’t look up.
“I’m sorry Lovi for anything wrong I did today.” For what, bastard?
I continued to pretend to rummage through my clothes, trying to find him a decent shirt that could fit him.
“You know how I am. My mind almost always floats someplace else and I forget to act my age. So for whatever I did today, I’m very sorry.” I sighed.
Just as I thought. He doesn’t understand.
I turned to him, ready and determined to tell him off, curse him with all I had but all my anger dissipated as I saw a tall tan college man with a hell of a ripped abdomen (Curse those caressable abs and chest) whose face bore that of a puppy being scolded by his master. All my anger dissipated in that one second and inwardly I cursed myself yet again for always giving in so easily.
Dammit Lovino. You have to stop doing this.
I look away once again just to hide the obvious red spreading throughout my face and threw a red and yellow shirt to his direction. Without looking at him, I murmured to him.
“Put these on. It’s cold tonight.
“O-Oh. Th-Thank you, Lovi~!” Lose the cheerful voice, why dontcha?
“Whatever. In the first place, why are you even here without a top?!” The silence of rustling cloth urged me to turn around as a sign that he had finished changing. He was looking at me with a small smile and looking (not gazing) at him now made me realize something: He was wearing one of my own clothes. This was fucking unfair. I quickly looked away but returning to the cluttered mess on my table.
“Well? When are you going to leave?” He remained silent for a few seconds than began.
“I haven’t even gotten what I needed, Lovi.”
“So what do you want? “
"Did I do something to make you mad?” Lovino whirled towards his direction and blinked twice.
“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” If I had the guts to get mad at you, I would have done it sooner to keep my feelings intact.
“It’s just that you practically avoided me the entire day. When I came up to you during lunch, you leaped up from your seat and left your food not even half finished.”
“I was full. And I had classes to attend to.”
“And I tried waving at you when our eyes met, you turned away...”
“I didn’t see you.”
“And now you’re not even looking at me while we’re talking.”
My hands stop with whatever they’re doing and I fall silent. “I’m just tired that’s all.”
“No you’re not."
“I am.”
“Lovi. You’ve been avoiding me for the last few weeks. How can that be tired?”
I slam both my fists on my desk in annoyance. “Would you just listen to me for once?! I’m telling you, I’m fine!” I no longer realized my tone was rising and Toni was slowly backing away. I soon realized my mistake. I faltered.
“I’m sorry. It’s just...It’s nothing.”
I said glumly looking glancing at his phone wallpaper which contained him and my brother both smiling sweetly. The sudden urge to ask him ran through my mind. Before I could even convince myself it wasn’t worth the pain, the words simply flowed freely.
“What do you think of my brother?” Oh dear Lord, please kill me now! There was dead silence between as he just continues to stare at me, obviously astonished by the question. I quickly stammered, trying to regain my composure.
“You know what? It’s fine. Forget I asked.”
“I like him!”
“...what?”
“I like Feli.” Time stopped at that instant and I froze on the spot. Suddenly, I wished I could turn back time and stop myself from asking that question. Unfortunately, time is not friend of mine as I stood there waiting for a miracle.
“Ah, but...”
“Of course you do! Why wouldn’t you like Feliciano? I mean he’s cute and small and just so fucking fluffy. Of course...of course...”
What were you thinking, Lovino Vargas? A small whimper escaped my mouth as I started shoving the Spaniard out the door.
“L-Lovi?! What...hey!”
“Go the fuck out already, bastard!”
“L-Lovi...?”
“You come in here and disturb me while I work only to enthusiastically talk to me about how lovey-dovey you are with my little brother. Dammit!” I didn’t realize how heavy Antonio was and he need not care for there were other things to worry about.
Such as the evident tears close to falling from the contours of my face.
Toni staggers and trips from the border lining the Italian’s dorm room. I couldn't see but I could tell he's still outside the door looking at it, debating whether or not to knock on my door and to ask for an explanation but is cut off by the ear splitting slam of the door in his face. He stands there, unable to say anything but to bow his head and walk away in confusion, racking his brain as to what really was going on with me. That's just the type of person he is. And I was a fool to believe he'd only do it for me.
On the other side of the door, I wait for the footsteps to disappear before completely breaking down in tears. Once gone, the only left to hear was the stifled sounds of sobbing and the loud thumping of my heart. I knew it all along. Why did I have to ask? What was I? A masochist?
What the hell were you thinking, Vargas? What. The. Hell.