31 Day OTP Challenge - SpaMano

Chapter 07: Gaming

Chapter 07: Gaming

Friday, September 18, 2015

Class had gotten out early that Friday, and Lovino had opted to sit in his room, in front of his TV with his XBOX on. He should have been working on his art for his courses, but he needed a break. He'd been painting like hell, and he just wanted to sit down and relax. Hell, he very nearly hated everything he'd done so far. He needed more inspiration, but he wasn't sure where he'd find it. He'd been taking pictures like crazy. The material in the inspiration department was lacking. Besides, he had two years in the program. He had plenty of time to figure out what the hell to paint. His Senior show was in two years. For now, he wanted to blow off some time and play some video games. The game of choice for the day was Grand Theft Auto V.

And boy it was pissing him off. He had been playing since around noon when his classes got out. He was playing online for once, and he wanted to kill the weird guy that was following him around. The guy had spotted him in a shop when he was buying himself a new suit. They had gone on one heist together, made a little bit of money, and now the fucking bastard wouldn't leave him the fuck alone. He had been running around the entire God damned map trying to hide, but somehow the bastard managed to find him again. He was weird, too. His Gamertag was 'TheFancyDancer212'. That was the first thing that set Lovino on edge. Who the fuck named their account that? This was obviously a guy. His character was clearly masculine. And Lovino couldn't help but assume he was gay. The second thing that made Lovino creeped the fuck out was his overly amorous attitude. Hell, he was following him around offering him rides and to help him with other heists. And fuck! It was annoying. He didn't need help. He didn't want help. He had finally managed to hide by dipping out under a viaduct. The guy had driven past him, but he'd find him again soon.

Like hell. Lovino just needed his crew with him. He ran a sort of mafia in the GTA world. His Gamertag was well known throughout his server. He was RedCircleGreenLine. He led the small group on heists and through all sorts of shit. They had temporarily disbanded for a month or so for vacation time for the group. Hell, he wished they were there now to help him get rid of this FancyDancer guy, but no. Not a single one was online. Lovino needed to find a new outfit and some sort of vehicle, but hell he was broke. He had spent all of his earnings to upgrade the mafia hideout that was all the way across the map. He just so happened to get cornered as far away as fucking possible from the one place that offered him safety. Somehow this dancing bastard had cornered him on the wrong end of town. This map was too huge to try and cross on foot. He couldn't just hijack a car. It would have been a hell of a lot easier, but it would also mean he'd attract attention to himself. Attention he didn't need as a GTA crime lord. If other players saw him, they might hound him and kill him. Hell. That guy who was following him might have been running his own mafia. Lovino didn't know. He was paranoid like that.

Slowly, the Italian moved his character from the viaduct. He had to find some way across down. And just as he stepped into the sunlight, TheFancyDancer212 spotted him. Lovino very nearly threw the remote across the room. He was pissed. He just wanted to be left the fuck alone.

He received a message.

He cursed loudly, his face contorting with rage. This bastard wouldn't leave him the fuck alone. Lovino wanted so badly to curse him out in Italian over the mic, but he had broken his headset. There was no point in listening to anyone else, so he had turned off the live settings in the game.

Slowly, he opened the message. It read, "Do you want to go for a walk in the desert?"

A walk in the desert!? The fucking desert!? No, he did not want to go for a fucking walk in the desert. No. He needed to find an excuse. And hell, did he have one. He quickly typed back a reply and hit send.

He replied with, "No. I need to go and cook dinner for my boyfriend and me. Sorry. Bye."

And then he shut off the system. He did not want to be harassed by any guy named TheFancyDancer212. He was too proud for that. Hell, he didn't need to get harassed in a video game either. He didn't need that dumb shit in his life.

Then a thought struck him. He had called the Tomato Bastard his boyfriend. In the sudden panic that had engulfed him, he had called Antonio his boyfriend. He had allowed a stranger to acknowledge that he was gay. He had never told anyone that. Hell, he hadn't even fully admitted to himself that he was gay, but a complete stranger? A complete fucking stranger. AND HE HAD CALLED ANTONIO HIS BOYFRIEND. In a sense of complete panic, he had called his roommate his boyfriend. They were nothing like that. Sure, they had held hands once, but Lovino had convinced himself it was a friendly gesture in order to help him out of the woods. He couldn't even be sure if they held hands in the car. He was delirious. He couldn't trust his memories. But to call the bastard his boyfriend after that small occurrence was a huge step. He wasn't even sure he wanted any of that with Antonio. Did he?

Lovino groaned in irritation and glanced at the clock. It was four in the afternoon. He needed to get up and cook dinner anyway. It was his night... He furrowed his brow and left his room. He was certainly confused with himself. Thoroughly and largely. Well fuck. He had admitted that he was gay, and he called the Tomato Bastard his boyfriend. He'd never admit that to anyone ever again. Hell, he'd never ever tell his bastard roommate the fact.