Language (A Gerita Fanfic){{ON HOLD}}

He Arrives

     I was honestly hoping Ludwig wouldn't call me. It would be so awkward! I wouldn't know what to say or do. I'd never been good with talking on the phone.

     I'd jinxed myself, though. Just as I was thinking, my phone started ringing.

     Oh God why...

     I reluctantly picked it up and took a deep breath. This was going to be a very tough challenge. I hit the green answer button. Oh boy, here it comes...

     "H-hello?" I stuttered. Fuck, that was terrible.

     "Feliciano? It's Ludwig," His voice sounded weird over the phone. It was pretty funny.

     "Hi, Ludwig! How are you?"

     "I'm doing good,"

     "That's good..."

     shitshitshitshitshitshitshit what do I say now?

     "S-so what did you call about?"

     "Oh um... I was actually wondering if I could come over to work on our project,"

     I wanted to scream. No! Anything but that! I look like total shit right now! Are you kidding me Ludwig? It's 2:00 on a Saturday! I haven't even gotten dressed yet!

     "S-sure I guess. I'll text you my address, okay? Bye! See you later!"

     I hung up and texted him my address at the speed of light.

     I needed to get ready very quickly. I ran to the bathroom, still pulling my pants up. Five minutes later, I still looked terrible, but not as terrible as before.

     "Feliciano! What's all that commotion?" My brother, Lovino nagged from downstairs. He was always so pissy on the weekends.

     "I have a friend coming over, so don't be a dick, okay?" I shouted back, completely ignoring his question.

     Just then, I heard a knock at the door. I was hesitant to open it, but I really wanted to see Ludwig. The door opened with a squeak.

    "Hey Ludwig!"

    I hugged him tightly, and wondered if he felt uncomfortable. He probably did, so after a few seconds, I let him go, only to look up and see that his face was bright red. It was pretty cute, actually.

    From there, it got awkward. He didn't say anything, and neither did I. The silence was killing me. I tugged at my shirt and looked away from his face. He brought his hand up to his mouth and cleared his throat. Oh boy.

     "So..." I mumbled, breaking the silence. "Wanna get started on that thingy?"

     "Um, yeah," he nodded.

     We walked upstairs to my room, the stairs creaking with every step. Our house was really noisy. I opened the door to my room, which was a little messy, but not too bad. I felt a little awkward shutting the door, as if we were gonna do something. I sat down in the chair next to him, and couldn't help but notice that he had a cute little freckle right under his jaw, and I also couldn't help but smile a really dorky smile.

     Why does he have to be so goddamn cute? Is he talking about the project? I don't give a shit about that. I'm too focused on how incredibly adorable he is. It's almost unsettling. There are no imperfections on his face anywhere. What the hell? And why did he blush earlier when I hugged him? Does he have a crush on me? Oh my god what if he's gay?  I wonder if I even have a chance with him...

     "Are you paying attention, Feliciano? We need to take this seriously."

     I should ask him. What's the worst that could happen?

    "Sorry. There's just a question that I really wanna ask you."

     "Um, okay. What is it?" I could tell he was nervous.

    "You need to answer honestly, okay?"

     "D-definitely."

     I took a deep breath.

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I got lazy and decided I would leave this at a cliffhanger

Your welcome :)

~Olivia