Impress Me Not: The Architect

Chapter 5

The nerve.

The absolute nerve of that guy. Why in the world would Valentino want anything to do with that man? To say all that about his car? It was enough to make him pissed off beyond belief.

"Porsches are better my ass," he muttered to himself, pulling into his garage. "Douchebag probably drives a shitbox."

His morning went from pleasant to annoying really fast. He was enjoying the breeze with the hood down, running a few morning errands. Then this guy shows up and starts insulting his car.

He didn't get that man. First, he compliments his drawings, looking at the building as if he was already imagining it built just like Valentino always did when he worked on it. Then he just randomly pops back up, out of thin air just like the last time, talking about how he pictured him to be more of a Mustang guy. He had that same smug smile on his face too. It was the same one that he couldn't get to leave his thoughts since the beginning of the week.

"Someone's salty today," his brother commented as soon as Valentino closed the door to their living room.

"I'm not salty, Lou," he rolled his eyes. "I'm pissed. There's a difference."

"There's not a difference with you, Salty," he chuckled. He looked up from his computer and turned the swivel chair around to face him. "What happened?"

"Just the usual," Valentino sighed, falling into the couch on the other side of the room. "Assholes that don't know when to leave me alone, and always talking shit about my car."

The room that connected through the garage was a little living room that they made into an office on one side. It was the best for when one of them needed to use the computer, so they didn't wind up having to go into each other's rooms for it. It wasn't a tiny house that they lived in, but it wasn't exactly a mansion either. Lou probably had enough money to buy one if he wanted, but he liked the idea of having a normal one instead. It was how he coped with all that happened to them.

Valentino coped through his passion and his anger. It wasn't the best combination, but he was still able to function like a normal human being. And he didn't really like the thought of changing himself, not even if it were for someone he loved.

"It's always something to do with that car of yours," Lou shook his head. "You know, having a pink sports car isn't exactly something that people just ignore."

"They should," he huffed, combing his hands through his hair with his hands. He grew it out just below his shoulders. Driving with the hood down, though, always gave him a thousand knots to deal with when he finally got out of the damn thing.

"Just be glad you weren't around when I was growing up," Lou said. "With that car, you would have been laughed at and called a faggot."

Lou and Valentino were a lot alike. They both had their father's blue eyes and light brown hair. They both grew their hair out to a medium length, it being as straight as the floor boards. Even their styles in clothing were similar in the sense that they both wore knee-high boots. Sure, Lou wasn't exactly someone who wore pink like Valentino, but he did like to wear leather jackets and had some pretty snazzy clothing. He helped Valentino pick out clothes a lot, even now that he was an adult.

They could be considered twins if not for one thing. Lou was much older than Valentino. While Valentino was twenty-two, Lou was forty-five. It was a complicated story that all dumbed down to the fact that their father was an idiot. He had Valentino on accident with another woman, long after Lou's mother passed away. It was one of those weird coincidences where people thought they were father and son when they were actually just brothers with insane age gaps. They had to explain it a lot when they went out together.