31 Day OTP Challenge - SpaMano

Chapter 13: Under an Umbrella

Chapter 13: Under an Umbrella

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

It was raining. Correction. It was fucking pouring, and Lovino was stuck under a tiny ass umbrella with Antonio. And for once, he thought one of their dates might go okay. As they had agreed, Lovino went and hung out with Antonio at least once a week. And as November came along, so did the rain. Most of the previous week had been rainy, so they decided to stick through it and go out anyways.

When they left for lunch that afternoon, the sky was gray and dreary. They had decided to stick relatively close to home. Antonio's car was low on gas, and neither of them could afford to put anything in it until the end of the week. In the meantime, they had to walk everywhere they went. They were only a mile or so away, so walking shouldn't have been too bad.

Until it was.

By the time they were actually ready to leave the cafe, the sky had opened up to a torrential downpour. Antonio had tried calling Francis and Gilbert, but they were in class. Lovino didn't have any friends on campus that had a car - he didn't have many friends at all - so they were shit out of luck. They had walked to the cafe, and now they were walking their asses back.

And such was life.

They were crammed under Lovino's small, one-person umbrella. Antonio hadn't thought to bring his own. He had sworn up and down, left and right that because there was no rain when they left, there wouldn't be any later. He had promised Lovino that they'd be back before the rain opened up.

"Are you sure we'll be back before it starts?" Lovino asked, twisting his hands together in circles.

"Sí. We will be back, I promise, Lovi!" Antonio had replied, a smile stretching across his tanned face.

Lovino had to hope he was right. He had to believe that dazzling smile. He didn't want to be caught in a storm. It was the last thing he wanted for his day. He looked out at the gray expanse of the sky outside of their windows and shuddered. No. He did not want to be out during that storm.

"This is your fault," Lovino snapped. He felt entirely unprotected by the small device. Antonio had to hold it as he was taller than the Italian. Lovino felt all of the little droplets that bounced off other things hitting him. He was getting the brunt of the rain. "If you had brought your umbrella, this would have been so much easier, you know that?"

"Sí. I know," he said, a pout on his face. "Lo Siento, Lovi."

"Quit pouting and quit calling me Lovi. It makes it harder to stay mad at you, Tomato Bastard."

"That was the point."

Lovino sighed dramatically and then fell silent. He didn't want to deal with this. He wanted to be home. He didn't want to be soaked to the bone. Hell, he didn't want to shiver in the chilling, biting wind, either. Yeah, he didn't mind be up tight against Antonio as they walked under the tiny umbrella, but he'd never admit it aloud. There were a lot of things he couldn't admit. He couldn't give the bastard that satisfaction.

Thunder tore through the sky, and Lovino jumped. God, he hated storms. He just wanted to go home and curl up under some warm blankets with Antonio. He could settle for watching a movie before he had to go to class later on that night. He just wanted to be out of the rain as quickly as possible. It was wet and cold and all around undesirable to be in.

"How far are we from home?" Lovino asked.

"Maybe a few blocks. Do you not recognize this area? We walk this way every time we go out."

"Bastard, you know well enough that I have no sense of direction," Lovino snapped again. Conversation got his mind away from this shit predicament, and he'd gladly take the distraction any day, but he didn't want to talk about this again. "I can hardly find my way to art every day. Quit reminding me."

"You never cease to amaze me, Lovino."

"Fuck off."

"I'd rather help you with that.

Lovino's amber eyes flicked around the barren sidewalk in search of anyone who could have overheard. Satisfied with the desolation around him, Lovino promptly elbowed Antonio in the stomach.

Bad move.

Antonio very nearly dropped the umbrella. Lovino was exposed to the rain for only a matter of a few second, but it was all that was needed to soak him.

"God dammit, Bastard!"

"Lo Siento, Lovino!" Antonio said, rubbing his stomach with his bare hand. "Your kidney shots are painful, you know."

"Shut up. Can we just hurry up and get home? I'm fucking freezing."

"Sí. We are almost there. Just another block or so."

Lovino nodded, brushing his sopping wet hair from his eyes. He was already cold and wet. He was at least grateful he had some dry portions of clothing left. Until a truck came barrelling down the street. Lovino got hit with the entirety of the splash. Antonio was shielded by his body. That was the last straw. He handed off his phone to Antonio before stepping out from under the umbrella.

"Fuck this shit! I'm done!"

"Lovi! Lovino, wait!" Antonio called. He had to run to catch up with him.

"No. I'm already wet," he snapped, not breaking his stride. "What the point of an umbrella?"

"You'll get sick if you keep getting pelted with rain. Can't you at least try to dry off?"

"No! We're nearly home!"

"You can get hit by lightning!"

Thunder crashed through the sky immediately after Antonio said those words. Lovino quickly slinked back under the umbrella. There was no way in hell he was sitting out under that. "J-Just hurry the fuck up!"

They reached home not that long after. Lovino didn't even bother to go to his room before he started pulling off his wet layers of clothing. He tossed them onto the floor with a sickening, wet plop and stalked up the stairs towards the bathroom stark naked.

Did he do it on purpose? Yes. Did he want the bastard downstairs to follow him? Yes. Did he? Yes. Was Lovino ever going to mention this aloud? Hell, the fuck no.