31 Day OTP Challenge - SpaMano

Chapter 01: Introductions

Chapter 1: Introductions

Monday, August 10, 2015

They had invaded. The Bad Touch Trio had invaded everything that was his life, and Lovino was certain there was no getting rid of them. Not for at least another year. They wouldn't leave even if he tried his hardest to push them out. There was no getting away. His life, which had started to look up for once, took a detour for hell. He had a one-way ticket. There was no getting off this train. There were no other stops. He was in motion, and there was no turning back.

Like any other, his day started out with his brother's incessant hugging and squealing. Feliciano wanted to spend the remaining days he had with his brother before the first semester of his junior year of college began to his best ability, and that meant waking him up at the crack of dawn's ass. Feliciano had done just that morning, but at this point, Lovino didn't even attempt to yell at his always-too-excited brother. There was no point. It was the last day it would happen for a long, long time - at least Lovino hoped. He had gotten out of bed before nine in the morning, showered, dressed, and ate breakfast. It was all part of his routine. The only change: He was taking a moving truck three hours away to his college campus town. They had to start packing. Feliciano, much to his chagrin, helped him pack all of the things he'd needed for his college life. Grandpa helped, too. He preferred Augustus Vargas over his fumbling idiot of a brother. They cleared out his room and packed everything: bed, dresser, desk, bookshelves, clothes, novels, easels, supplies. Everything. Grandpa had even gotten him a two-seater, dark brown couch and coffee table for his living room. His roommate, some other kid whose name started with a C or something, was bringing the kitchen table and chairs. Loving had the bathroom supplies while the other had kitchen utensils. The had spoken briefly through email about who would bring what, but that's all that Lovino had allowed. He had no intentions of befriending this bastard.

Sure, he should have been grateful. This kid had allowed him to be his housemate. Usually, transfer students were required to stay in small, cramped dorms that resided on campus, but with the right about of charisma and money, they had managed to get Lovino into a flat with one other person. He preferred it to the small rooms that were the dorms. This way, he could hide and interact with as few people as possible. He wanted to stay as far away from people as possible. They were loud. Obnoxious. Nosy. They anyways threw parties that involved way too much alcohol. He wanted none of it. The other person in the house was a junior. Lovino was told that their majors were both in the realm of fine arts. He hoped he and his roommate would at least get along. Sure, he wasn't looking for a friend, but if they couldn't agree on things, they'd never make ends meet in the house. Lovino would ultimately become annoyed with his roommate's mere presence. He was used to living his life in such a manner, but in this case, there was no ignoring his roommate. They shared a house. He could hide in his room, but one of them, as they had also agreed, had to cook the meals each night during the week. His soon to be roommate had also requested that they have meals together in order to get to know each other better. Lovino had grudgingly obliged.

By the time everything was packed and ready, Lovino was fed up with his family. Feliciano was crying again. Grandpa was giving him too tight of hugs.

"I'm not dying. I'm just going away to college. I'm going to be three hours away. Get off of me, bastards," Lovino grumbled, then added, "and no Feliciano, you are not allowed to visit me. Now get off."

Grandpa and Feliciano released him.

"I'm proud of you Lovino. When I was younger, I didn't have this opportunity," Augustus said. "I went to the military to serve my country. You make me a very proud man and grandfather."

Lovino squirmed under his praise. He was used to watching his younger brother get it. He hasn't often been on the receiving end. He was more often reprimanded for his poor temper and lack of care for his younger brother.