The mouth-watering aroma of the sweet berries could compel a human in hunger to ravish into the delectable treat, like a zombie biting into a brain, not leaving a single crumb. The berries red liquid seeps through the angel cake below, making the cake damp; in an appealing way to match the white, fluffy whipped cream. The bright sun radiates over two boys, who share luminous blonde hair. The blanket the two are sitting on lightly blows in the warm air. One of their voices resonates through the wind,
"Summer is almost over, caro, when.. when will I be able to see you again?" The boy with emerald-green eyes brushed his fingers on the chin of the other, rubbing the palm of his thumb on the chapped, thin lips.
Before speaking up, the other gazes at the ever-so-moving clouds.
"Oh, my Giogio, my family will come back to Naples around Christmas-time." His cheeks grow a light pink as the other inches nearer, stopping a mere inch away from his lips.
Giogio, though we will call him Giorno Giovanna, softly kisses the other's lips when he gets nearer, not giving a single damn if any eyes were peeking at them. His blonde locks blow through the humid weather as tears slowly form on his lower eyelid.
"Fugo, I don't want to wait that long. You must've got a personal phone at home?" His eyelashes(which were also blonde) fit his green orbs. Giorno would never let sorrow suffice him as it just did, but the eight weeks he spent with Fugo filled his soul with joy.
"I..." Fugo thought briefly about Giorno's question, "Oh! Yes! My elder brother has a phone, um, I could use that when he is out. Right?" The corners of his mouth raised as the sunlight glowed into his eyes, causing him to shield his eyes with his hand. Gio moved the barely older's hand as he spoke softly,
"That'd be great. Ah, here's my home phone number. My step-father and mother wouldn't mind, I think."
Giorno had only met his actual father once or twice, but he couldn't recall where his father lived. He had some features from him, with his blonde hair and translucent skin. What was his name again? Was it Jonathan? Dio? Joseph? He could never remember. Though, you, the person reading this may be wondering: "Why the fuck are you interrupting the story to sput out absolute nonsense?" or "Please just resume the story and shut up!!" Well, I am going to do that. Enjoy all that are reading this.
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"Gio? Hey, Gio!" The boy slowly opens his eyes to see Fugo upon him. He looks around at the beautiful night outside, the noises of animals and insects satisfying his ears.
"What's the time?"
"My watch says 8:45."
"Hm. Shall I take you home and say my final goodbye, my love?"
"Ah- yes, we should head back, Gio."
Reaching up to hold onto Fugo's palm, he sighs deeply. The couple takes a while to get all the food and a rather big blanket back into Giorno's pack. They head their ways firstly to Fugo's family summer home. Fugo has his head on Gio's shoulder as they stroll lightly through Naples streets. The streetlights flicker, and Fugo sees his mother's face.
"Fugo!" She skips over to the two, hugging him. "Mom! Please, let go, this is embarrassing..." Fugo tries to breathe out as she squeezes into her son before quickly pulling away. She now looks at the additional boy.
She analyzes Giorno, looking up and down. "Who is this stunning boy?" Fugo's face flushes as he tries to pull his mother away from bugging Giorno. "He's... a friend." His face scarcely drops, though his mother swiftly departs, "Come inside by 9 pm!" She shouts at him.
Ten.
"Whatever she did, please ignore that. Just- I want to say goodbye to you correctly so," Fugo grabs something out of his rear pocket and puts it on Giorno's finger, "You can look now." He glances down. It's a ring with a ladybug, a blue ladybug.
"That's! It's beautiful...!" Giorno smiles widely, waving his hand up to see the ring shine in the lights, "Thank you."
Rubbing his eyes, the sounds of his heartbeats resounds through his ears. Giorno's chest starts to feel heavy, whereas tears come back. "You're welcome," Fugo notices Giorno's tearful face, "Gio! Are you ok?"
Fugo places his hands on Giorno's face, trying to rub the tears off of his cheeks. He bites his still-chapped bottom lip, gazing into his eyes, with their faces nearing closer.
Five.
With the mix of their chapped and soft lips together, Fugo feels they're flying into the sky. He felt like there was no gravity on the earth. Soar into the sun, burning up in their love.
Three.
Although the two pull away from their hug-kiss combo, Fugo kneels and kisses into his hand. "Goodbye." He waves at Giorno, who is just standing there, dazed.
"Bye!" He tries to speak out and watches as Fugo disappears into the night, but his voice breaks. He grabs for his handkerchief, trying to get the tears out of his eyes.
Zero.
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9:15pm
Giorno finally arrives home, eyes puffy from crying. His step-father notices him appear at home, scowling at the notice of the boy. He walks into the kitchen to get to his room finally, but his mother sees him.
"You're finally home! You made me worried." She walks up behind him, stopping his tracks. "Where were you this late at night? With a girl?" She notices the ring on his finger. "A... girl? Right?"
His step-father chuckles, "You never noticed the boy he's been hanging with all summer? He's gay! A fag." The words caused goosebumps to trail up his neck.
"Baby! Don't say that! Perhaps he's just good friends with that Pannacotta boy. Giorno?" Her voice halts as Giorno looks behind at her.
"Yeah, we're just... friends. That's all. Nothing else, mother." His hands are in fists as he walks to his room.
Descending into his bed, his pillow cushioning his head. He closes his eyes; trying to get asleep quickly. So he could sleep. Forever and ever. His voice whispers before he slumbers,
"I wish you were here... Fugo."
