"Roma, you're fidgeting quite a lot, feeling tense? Try massaging yourself, it can really help loosen you up."
"Don't go around saying creepy shit like that to people, dumb ass."
Hours after Romano Vargas had unwillingly become a "slave" of his mortal enemy no.3, he was escorted away by the last person he would have liked to see that day. They met at the Julius Caesar statue, albeit Antonio was a bit late. That was good news for Romano though, because the more time his Spanish teacher wasted, the less time he would have to spend with him.
Antonio insisted on doing the driving, which caused many objections to fly off his pupil's tongue, complaints like,"I can drive myself, you know!" And, "My brother is gonna get Nonno's car double-wrecked!" And especially, "Is this even legal?"Although Antonio did not follow that last one. They drove away from the green hills and high stories of Giulio Cesare, entering the familiar neighborhood district which housed the Vargas residence.
The angsty teen who no longer had a blue bump on his forehead stared out the window surveying the non-foreign sights, he crossed his arms obstinately over Italia stitching sewn on the front of his sweater and his body leaned away from the driver. All of a sudden, the younger one whipped around to yell back at the man who operated the vehicle. "Hey, this is my neighborhood, you know! If you really wanted to do the god damn tutoring at my house, you could have just car pooled with me, err... not like I'd let you set one foot on my property, just so you know. How do you know where my house is, anyways?"
He gasped loudly.
"Have you been stalking me?"
Romano's eyes voiced a cold fear that drained all the blood in his face as he looked towards Antonio for a reply. The car slowed, Antonio neared the traffic light as it swapped colors, its warning orange becoming a halting red.
"Que? Of course not, Roma. Ehh, you live around here? Castro Pretorio is a wonderful place, I've gone to the restaurants here more times than I could count, you must be one lucky kid to live in walking distance," Antonio chimed. He had a big ass grin as usual from where Romano was sitting, although he did not look at the the boy when he was speaking. That could be for a number of reasons though, drivers needed to be conscientious at all times while behind the wheel, especially when a minor was with them.
Oh yeah, he was taking me on some study da- session at a restaurant, how professional that seems. Hmph.
"But of all the places you had to choose, you went straight for somewhere that I would feel more comfortable, right?"
"Well, now that I know you live here, that would be the obvious thing to do, better than taking you to my little apartment, um." Romano could see Antonio's throat bounce like a bobber signaling the fish had taken the bait as he swallowed dryly on the word. Why the hell was that bastard so damn rigid today?
"A-anyways, that was the plan! I thought that we could practice español and eat food, I heard it helps to stimulate the brain if you eat while you work. Wanna give it a shot?" Antonio seemed way too excited for this as he pulled into a small parking lot filled mainly with bikes, really overly-happy about the whole situation. It was almost as if he was trying too hard to make this enjoyable.
"That's fucking creepy. You're the only one who's going cheerleader over this annoying thing the principal forced us into. I know you want to spend as little time with me as possible just like the rest of them, so can we cut the crap and get it over and done with?" Romano furiously unlocked his side of the door and began exiting the car, his last words in the vehicle had become less of a voice and more of a dejected breath. Antonio followed him out the side of his door.
"Huh?" His dark eyebrows bent. "The rest of them? But it's just the two of us." The Spaniard drew a long breath, he had grabbed onto Romano's pinky for only a moment as he said this, then the butterflies flew free. One touch was all it took to descend the fervent blush upon both their surprised faces. Romano withdrew his hand more strongly than necessary, his fingers now curled. Antonio noticed this, but pretended nothing awkward had just happened between then, and that his student's reaction was not cute at all, and that he wasn't thinking about cleaning up his apartment properly so perhaps he could come over.
"You're buying!" Romano hollered over his shoulder and the pace that he was walking in looked more like he was trying to run away from the guy. Ughh, my heart is beating so fucking loud right now- I think I'm gonna puke or something. A fever? Or... fuck, it's that sickness again. It's gotta be!
"R-Roma, please wait up!" Antonio desperately called from across the lot, but Romano kept his rudolf nose and his tomato cheeks foreword with each step in sync with the hammering beat in his chest. The sign Avant la Floraison hung like the welcoming arms of a friend above his head, but who came to greet him from the pine wood doors was the creep he had spotted on his walk to school the morning that now seemed so far away.
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