The bomb dropped. The words uttered only seconds ago swirled in the air and around Romano's head, battering his skull and attacking his mind tenaciously.
This was a not a confession. So why did it feel like one? Antonio's tongue slackened and then he licked his dry lip nervously, and Romano's blood beat a drum in his head, and his chest, his lungs, and all other important organs and anatomical centers in the body swarmed with unwanted heat.
They were looking into each other's faces, searching for signs that the other was not interpreting the meaning the way it was commonly used by all, and they were both heavily disappointed by what they saw. By what they felt. Contradicting emotions of shame and puppy excitement... and want?
Wanting to hear it again from those same lips, that same voice, every day, every second forever and ever and then finally returning it- NO NO NO SHUT UP SHUT UP!
Romano stood abruptly, eyes and chin pointed at the translucent rim of his empty glass, the water in his stomach filled him up but it was quickly evaporating. Steam had risen from the chimney of his throat and demanded to blast open a hole and escape from his mouth.
Antonio gracelessly blotted out that thick, ugly paint of tension, "So yeah that's the meaning uh wow I bet our food will be here any second now hey want to check with Francis?" He ran his mouth faster than a comet, trying to glaze over the words, but the bullet had already been fired; and it didn't miss its target.
"I'm going to the bathroom!" Romano shouted, and didn't bother making himself seem less obvious when he bolted from his seat, leaving his teacher to gawk at the particles of confusion left in his wake.
How could Romano not recognize how similar Ti Amo looked compared to Te Amo? Idiot!
Now he's fast on his feet like some squealing school girl.
The space was not large, and the building was easy to navigate even when one was in a complete state of panic. The bathroom had to be somewhere around here. Aha! Romano found it after a sharp right through a narrow hallway.
The harp slowly distanced its voice from Romano, but the tantalizing smell of crisp, fresh bread and butter lingered in his nose. He was getting hungrier than he would have hoped to be at this moment. Could nothing be done about this increasing famish?
Before the men's restroom was reached, his shoes skidded to a halt. A devilish smile crept up his lips and eyes as he locked onto the door of the freezer room. Romano perlustrated his environment, tinkering with the knob and finding that it wasn't locked...?
A vindictive ploy began taking place.
Antonio would surely come looking for him in the bathroom with Romano's absence, wait; why was he so sure? Well, Antonio is just a humongous worry wart to the point of being nauseating. It's not like Romano was harboring wishful thinking about Antonio fretting about him being away, or anything.
Once the chump enters the scene, a voice (Romano's) will beckon him into the freezer. He will follow his squishy and revolting instinct to come to the voice's aid, and whamo! No more Antonio. He'll be a Spanish pop sickle.
This plan was infallible. How could it possibly fail?
Romano twisted the knob and found he had to push on the door, for ice had frozen it from the inside. This took only a few seconds of perseverance, but it added an extra spoonful of anxiety. His head snapped to the left and to the right. The area remained the same as when he had last checked it, there was no need to be nervous about the usual drone of the kitchen.
He slipped into the freezer and had a gander, leaving the door open a crack. The air chilled his arms and legs which grew goosebumps on the skin. His lashes fluttered snowy flakes off and onto the slope of his nose. The floor was coated in it. It was not some magical ice wonderland on a canvas, but shelves brimming with an assortment of meats and sea creatures in a bedroom-sized room. The lobster stared into his soul with its dark, mahogany beads.
This boy had seen enough.
The Tsundere turned his perception away from those black mirrors and back to the door- but he was falling! Romano had taken a wrong step and his body slammed against the icy floor, inevitably closing the gap on the door with his collapse.
"Shit!" Romano cursed and nursed his behind, grasping for the handle and using it to help him stand. He twisted it again- jammed!? Luck was a bitch today. After the thirteenth attempt at prying it open, Romano leaned his body against the door and resisted the urge to scream.
Maybe he was the idiot.
If Antonio finds him and saves him, hopefully...
AN: ThE_black-Midnight I remember you telling me in one of my earliest chapters that Romano should be "stuffed in a freezer so he can chill the freak out " 😎😎😎
WELL HE'S CHILL NOW MUHAHA (Like a Huss$$!!11)
Lol, I've planned this for so long.
Okay, so fifteen chapters is a whole new record for me. I've never written this much for a single story. I'm also seeing how "Maestro" has a MYRIAD of errors, but considering I started coming up with the idea... in eighth grade? Yeah, that's three years ago, folks. I'm a little embarrassed but I will finish this one regardless, and then blossom with higher quality stories in the future.
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