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Don't Be Angry (At Least Not For Long)-Ralbert

@plssayypuloveme requested this idea a while ago, and I decided to write it now. I don't know if you remember this, but you asked for a story based on Italian and I did my best to deliver. I don't know if it's exactly what you were thinking, but I hope you like it.

Enjoy!!!

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Race stormed into his room, throwing his bag down onto the floor without a care for what was in it—if he'd broken the school's laptop, he'd just ghost them. It's not like they weren't already stingy with money in the first place.

Albert stared at him, legs crossed on Race's bed  as he scrolled through his phone, eyes wide with surprise. He'd been waiting for Race for an hour, having gotten to his home before he'd gone to his. Race always had the better cooking supplies, and he was hoping their would bake together, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen. "Hi."

Race sighed out of his nose, toeing his shoes off before climbing down to the floor, where he lay on the rug he'd laid down just two weeks ago. It felt better to physically ground himself as he closed his eyes, but his rage continued to swirl through him, and he let Albert know through a huffy, "Hi."

Albert grabbed his hearing aids from Race's nightstand, placing them in his ears quickly. He waited until he'd heard the soft jingle they they sang whenever he put them on before speaking again. "Cosa c'e non va?"

Race sighed, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Odio la scuola."

Albert hummed, throwing his phone onto Race's bed. He stopped himself as he was realizing he'd be looking for it tirelessly later, so he picked up and placed it onto the nightstand. "Cosa capitare?"

"Non è nulla", Race mumbled, and Albert frowned. If the blond wasn't going to talk about it, then he figured they weren't going to talk at all.

He wanted Race to say something, but he understood what was happening. There were moments when Albert didn't want to talk or hear, and Race often understood that. He'd say he forgot his hearing aids while they sat in his pocket in case of emergency, and watch as people slowly stopped attempting to make conversation. It hurt that they wouldn't try at all, but it was a side effect of what he wanted. He would have to live with it.

Race, however, would simply not stop trying communicate, and would do his best to sign. Neither of them could claim fluency, and they often spelled out more words compared to their actual terms, but Albert still appreciated it. He knew Race would appreciate his own moment of silence if he gave it to him, so he did.

They laid there together, Race on the floor and Albert on his bed, listening to the noise of New York. Race often liked the bustling of the city, and Albert hated it. He was considering the idea of Race having gone nonverbal for the rest of the day as much as Race was until he heard the blond whisper, "Spiacere, Allie."

Albert stared down at his boyfriend confusedly. "Why?"

"Sono spiacere per essere cosí irrato", Race sighed. His arm was still over his face, and his eyes began to ache for having a such a pressure pressed on them, but he could care less. In fact, it was deserved. "Mi avere potere cortese."

Albert hummed, nodding along. "Thanks. I'm not pissed or anything. I'm just wondering if you want to talk, or something. Or we could watch Son of Batman and make fun of the storyline."

That got Race to crack a smile, one that quickly disappeared when he remembered how upset he was supposed to be. "It's not that bad."

"It's trash, babe. I'm pretty sure I took my hearing aids out halfway through the movie. It's absolutely terrible."

Race chuckled, this time failing to put his smile away. "Non so perché odi così tanto quel film."

"É cacato."

Rae removed his arm from his eyes in Oder to cover the smile his mouth was making, and Albert began to smile, too. It had only been a few hours since he'd last seen his otherwise optimistic boyfriend, but he always liked to see him in a joyous state. He'd do anything for it. "Vuoi palare di una?"

Race sighed away his laughter. Fury at the situation began fill him again, but he looked into Albert's considerate eyes, and made his way to the open spot on the bed. He always liked Albert for his eyes, and how telling they were. He was always so honest even when he wasn't speaking, probably more so. He created a place where Race could understand people better, and feel less shut out by the world.

He clasped his hand into his boyfriend's, and breathed out. "I...God, non voglio nemmeno dirlo."

Albert waited more, allowing Race to take his time. "Mi hanno escluso dalla squadra."

That made little to no sense. Race was one of the best runners on their school team, if not the best of everyone. He'd been running track with that coach since middle school. There's no way he could get cut.

But Race didn't need Albert's protests, or disbeliefs. He just needed understanding. "I'm so sorry that happened. It's completely bullshit, honestly."

"It is!" Race agreed passionately, throwing his head back. "And it's all because of Robert, the culo, who can't even do half of the stuff he tells us to do. He makes me wish Coach Waters never retired. He was the best."

Albert hummed, pretending he remembered the coaches by name. He'd never heard of Robert, and he could only assume Coach Waters was who he knew as Coach Waiter, but the story was all the same. He only kissed Race's hand. "You should've punched him in the face."

Race stayed quiet, looking away guiltily. Albert's brows furrowed, and he moved to look for Race's eyes. "Tony, don't tell me you punched a teacher and got expelled because I will not forgive you."

The blond sighed out, and closed his eyes shamefully. "I...I punched his daughter."

Albert sighed from relief bursting into laughter. Race complained, doing his best to explain how unfunny it was before explaining his side of the story, but Albert could only laugh. It was such a Race thing to do. "I don't even know what to say!"

"Credimi", Race chuckled, placing his head onto Albert's shoulder, "Miss Medda said plenty."

Albert hummed, placing his head atop Race's. "She grounded you, huh?"

"Oh, yeah", Race nodded. "And told my nonnos. But that's fine. Oh, and I'm suspended for two weeks, which is even better."

The red head tsked. "Not true. That just means you have to do homework at home, and you miss the lessons."

Race hadn't thought about that. He was beginning to regret his actions. But this situation could be romanticized: Albert could bring him his homework, and they could spend hours doing it together, like a cute little study date. The book practically write itself. "We could have study dates."

"We could", Albert agreed. "I'll get the answers from Specs, though, so then we can spend the dates doing much more interesting things."

Race snorted, sitting up slowly. "What, like watching Son of Batman?"

Albert playfully glared at him, and Race laughed. He placed a kiss to the red head's cheek, silently asking for forgiveness. "Scuse, amore mio. Possiamo invece guardare Lego Batman."

At that Albert grinned, and Race was feeling much better about the situation.

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It's bad, I know. But I am tired, irritated, and craving something sweet. So, I'm just gonna go to bed.

EDIT: Apologies for the rather abrupt author's note. I blame my menstrual cycle.

Translating Italian is a lot more fun than you think it is. I had to use WordReference and Google Translate (unfortunately) but I'm not sure what casual Italian conversation sounds like, the same way I'm not completely sure what verlans sounds like. So if you have any corrections for me, don't be afraid to tell me. I'll get it done as soon as I can.

I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading:)