Lunch.
I hate lunch. Don't get me wrong, I love eating, but whenever I try and hide during lunch, the fucking 'Bad Touch Trio' finds me. The gym, the court yard, the fucking bathroom! They're everywhere, I swear.
I decided to eat in my dorm today, a small one room dorm. We divided the room in half, and we stayed on our half.
I walked into the room, to see Gilbert with his face burried into his pillow. His body language suggested that he was crying.
Pfft. Not like I care.
I grabbed my lunch out of the mini frigde Gilbert and I share. I sat on my bed, glancing at Gilbert occasionally. The sight of him- like this -made me so...
How do I put it?
Sick?
No no no...
Sad?
Hm... Close....
Depressed?
Yeah... Depressed.
Why would that make me depressed? I hate this bastard. Mr.Mercando's words echoed through my head.
It's obvious you have gay feelings for Gilbert.
Gay
Gay feelings
Gay feelings for Gilbert.
Do I have gay feelings for him? He is kinda attractive...
No! Shut up, Lovino! These gay thoughts aren't helping your confusion.
But he is. The red eyes, the white blonde hair, the obviously toned musl-
NO!
I groaned and put my food away, unable to eat. I glanced over at Gilbert, "What the fuck is wrong, bastardo?" I asked, turning to face him.
He got up, wiping his eyes and smiling, his nose red and his eyes puffy and bloodshot. He was obviously crying. "Nothing! I'm awesome as ever kesesese~" I rolled my eyes.
He was smiling, but his eyes didn't light up like they normally do. His eyes crinkle in the corners and they're an entire shade lighter.
Why do I notice this stuff?
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My (shitty) High School Experience (Prumano AU)
FanfictionPrumano AU (I'm making them in the same grade please don't kill meh) High school, the best years of your life~! Lifetime bonds are made. The most memorable years of your life! Haha no. I'm Lovino Vargas. Older brother of Veneziano Feliciano Vargas...
