No Regrets. Just Love//romerica

ch 07

Alfred kept stealing glances at Lovi from his side of the couch. He'd look over from his phone occasionally, pretend to look at the door, but most of the time, he didn't even try to hide it. Lovino couldn't sort out is feelings. He knew he wanted to feel creeped out, he felt the uneasiness cluster in his stomach. It formed a ball of discomfort that fed on Alfred's attention and grew the more he looked at Lovi.

Lovino tried to tune out Al, but he picked out a few words.

"Arthur"

"cute"

"loved"

Lovi pieced those words together and attempted to decipher the message.

He came to the conclusion that he was going to ask Lovino to go on a blind date with Arthur. Although Alfred seemed harmless, and rather stupid, Lovino couldn't trust him, not yet at least.

Lovi let his mind wander for a while; he thought of Antonio at first, then rerouted his train of thought. All he could think about was the adorable stranger sitting next to him. He looked over at him and took him in. He saw his busted red converse first, then his baggy blue jeans, and up to his brown belt with a brass buckle on the front. He let his eyes fall over Al's black, slightly wrinkled, ACDC shirt paired with a brown bomber jacket. Lovi noticed how Alfred's neck was uneven where his prominent Adam's apple lived, and he moved up to his chin where his lips puckered, tinted pink. He made his way up to the upturned curve of his nose, and finally got the other boy's eyes into view.

To Lovino, his eyes were like staring into heaven. Alfred's hair was the falling into them like sand being crashed against by the harsh ocean waves. They were shards of sapphire being made into an engagement ring. He could fall into his eyes for years. But, Lovino had to continue; he escaped the trance he was put under by Al and moved up to his hair. Just by looking at it Lovino could tell that it was soft. Lovi wanted to feel the feathery stands between his fingers and almost reached out to touch it. He focused on the sweet caramel color and the way it fell into his eyes carelessly. It was messy, as if he just woke up, but Lovino didn't mind. He didn't mind at all.

Lovino tore his eyes from Alfred. He thought to himself, "How does Feliciano know him, and why do I want to so badly?"

Lovino quickly decided he wanted to befriend him. He wanted to know his story,... or his name at least. He wanted to have something with Alfred he'd only had once in his life,

a friendship.