Eyes like bubbly (Spamano/Gerita)

Chapter 7

Mornings really sucked.

No, not particularily all mornings. For example, a few days back I had woken up a whole minute before my alarm, therefore being able to turn the annoying beeping sound off before it had even started. Or alternativley, about a week ago I had slept through my alarm fully and got about ten minutes more sleep than usual. It was these mornings that I lived for- not that they came often.

However, this morning in paticular was not one of those mornings.

For one thing, when I woke up, my alarm clock decided it was going to break, and not turn off when I pressed the button, therefore I had to endure a full minute of beeping. Oh, and another thing: when I woke up, I found myself drenched in a cold sweat, which had almost glued the sheets to me- it was another full minute before I had peeled myself away from the brown and orange sheets.

"At least the shower wasn't broken" was probably my only happy thought throughout the morning. I especially got mad when I instinctivley walked over to the coffee machine and saw a little note reading:

If you go by the name Lovino Vargas, get your hands away! Doctor's orders, remember?

-Your loving Nonno and Fratello.

Typical.

So not only did I now have to go through the day without coffee, it also happened that on this helpful little Monday morning... it was a school day. Though it's not like I could complain here either, as unlike most kids, I had a private tutor.

As if in cue, the doorbell just outside the large, oaken, doors rang, and a butler dressed in his finery open it with a afluent demeanor. He smiled.

"Welcome, miss." I heard the butler say.

"Oh, no," a pretty, accented female voice said. "Please just call me Emma." I turned around to face the voice, and saw the pretty lady who I knew as Emma, my tutor.

The lady herself was one who I would consider very beautiful- though she wasn't someone I'd consider dating. Emma... she was more like a sister to me, and everything from her sweet dresses to her green ribbon made me want to warm up to her. Prehaps it was the fact that she had the tendancy to wear a lot of warm colours, dresses of orange and shirts of burgandy. She was like a personified autumn. Which was always great.

When Emma finally stopped chatting to the butler (who seemed very flustered at the sudden attention), she turned and saw me waiting with one eyebrow raised.

"Hello-" I began to say wairily, but before I could continue, I was engulfed in a big hug.

"Oh my gosh, my baby!" Emma cried, squeezing me tight enough to make my ribs hurt.

"That's... the first thing... you say to me?" I choked out through heaving breaths.

Suddenly, the mouse-haired female leapt back, unravelling her arms and instead opting to take my hands instead. Her green eyes were as bright as the ribbon in her hair.

"Of course it's the first thing I say! I came to visit you when you were out and it was horrible! I felt so bad, hun. I just wanted to hug you and tell you it was all right but when I tried they wouldn't let me!" Emma rambled on and on, and all the while all I could think was how this woman had become a tutor.

"Mhm." I answered nonchalantly, trying to work out the expression on her face.

"Well anyways. We should be starting the lesson soon and- where's Feli?"

I sighed, turning my head to the stairs that lead the convoluted path to the East Wing, where mine and Feliciano's bedrooms were. Last time I had saw him was walking into that room, and I certainly knew he was still there from the horrifically loud snores that had woken me up.

"In bed." I opted to say simply.

"Well that's no good at all!" Emma sighed. "Shall we wake him up?"

I bit my lip thoughtfully. "Let him wake up in his own time." I murmured. "I don't think he got much sleep last night."

Emma nodded her understanding, and we began to walk the long route to the West Wing, where all of our offices, classrooms and teaching rooms were. It was the more educational side to the house, and where I spent most of my time during the school week, whether it be in one of the tutoring rooms, or my own personal office where I liked to do my homework and the such. My optional place to do boring paperwork also happened to be in my office, because if I had to act like an adult, then I'd certainly need to live like one.

"Why did he not sleep?" Emma asked nonchalantly as we were walking.

I shrugged. "I think he was prehaps texting someone."

Suddenly, there was a squeal of delight as Emma clapped her hands excitedly. I rolled my eyes at her, knowing what she would ask next.

"Is it his girlfriend?" She asked excitedly.

I thought back to the person who I believed he was texting and had to hold in a loud snort. The blonde that Feli had conversed with was far from girlfriend material, and not just in prospect of gender.

I shook my head to answer the question.

"Is it his boyfriend?" Was the next estatic question.

I shrugged again.

"Prehaps soon." I laughed. "But they're certainly talking all right. Met at the party the other day."

"Ahh." I heard Emma say, as a smile remained plastered on her lips.

There fell a silence between us two, as if the subject matter had dropped. However, it was only a couple of seconds before I was bombarded with questions again.

"So what's he like?" The female asked.

"I dunno!" I cried defensivley. "I only spoke a few words to him. Though he seems to care for Feli so that's good."

"Okay..."

"What else?" I asked sarcastically.

"What's his name?" Emma asked again, though it sounded more like a demand.

"Not my place to say." I laughed. "Interogate Feliciano instead."

"I might." Emma laughed.

We both came to a holt infront of a dark wooden door which I knew as one of the 'classrooms'. Though it wasn't your typical school classroom, the interior was filled with a few desks with chairs, one big front desk (which also had a swizel chair that I was always adament to steal), and some cupboards at the back- chock full with (neatly, as I made sure) laid out supplies.

"Ladies first." I smiled, as I held open the door for Emma. She just rolled her eyes at me- none of that stuff worked on her.

"So chivalrous, Lovino." She said sarcastically. I mocked sadness.

"So." She began.

"Yes?" I sighed.

"Maths."

I groaned.