((Im having fun writing so imma write))
Lovino's pov:
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Thinking about Antonio's words carefully he took to heart on what he said.
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After he finished his drink he left. Walking home at a fast pace he kept on thinking about Antonio's words. "Mabye you just havent met the right people."
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Was that really true. Had he just been trying to make friends in the wrong place? He was confused on everything.
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After what seemed forever he finally made it home to a nice building. It was a nice building. 1 story with 3 bedrooms 2 bathrooms and a living room. He shared this small house with his brother Feliciano. A perky little dude who was obsessed with pasta. Which was probably the reason he was only allowed to cook once a week, if not they'd be eating pasta every day.
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Opening the door to the smell of wine he saw his brother with two familiar looking men. A small black haired man who'd been sleeping with his thumb in his mouth and holding a vintage camera in the other, a big stern looking guy with blond hair was holding his brother in his arms both of whom were asleep. Great just what he needed. Three people in his living room leaving him to lock himself in his room.
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He sat on his bed, looking down with a sigh. Did his question come off as weird to the Spaniard? It probably did. And when he said that Lovino was the right friend to Lovino it sounded as if it was out of pity.
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That had to be right. No one cared about him. No one. Not even his perfect little brother.
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I clenched his fist tightly. "God im stupid, how could i think anyone would care. Im the idiot for thinking that. He only said anything out of pity."
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He got up and walked out of his room to still find the three men asleep on the couch. Walking into the kitchen he noticed a banner embedded with the words 'Happy birthday Feli!'
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Now he was the real idiot. How could he forget, it had been his and his brother's birthday. He opened the fridge to find a half eaten cake. Even though most of the frosting had been eaten you could tell the words had been the same as the banner.
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A ting of jealously and anger hit him. 'Why does no one remember it was my birthday as well. How come everyone remembers his but not mine. Im just sick of it..."
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He grabbed a quick slice and candle and ran to his room. He slammed the door behind him. He sat down once again. He grabbed the candle and lit it with the spare lighter they had for emergencies. He hummed the birthday song to himself.
((Sing this in the rhythm))
"Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me
Who the hell would like me
Happy birthday to me"
He sang silently before he blew out the candle. He put down the cake and layed down on his bed. Thoughts swimming around. His eyes started tearing up. Why was he forced to repeat the same thing every year.
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He turned over to his side. He heard the 'ding' of his phone. He reached to get it.
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"Hello Lovi~"-Dumbass(Antonio)
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"Dont call me that"
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"Awww why not"
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"Because its stupid"
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"Well fine grumpy pants. Anyway i just wanted to tell you Happy birthday!"
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"Oh so you remembered"
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"Who wouldn't?"
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Lovino had to take a double take. Did someone actually remember his birthday. And out of all people... why him.
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((*singing* thissss is a result of night sadness lalala. Its like 3 here...i should probably go to sleep. But im not hah. Im going back to watch snk for the 9th time))
