Tomato Bastard

September; Friends?

"Finally it's over!"

Being Friday, and the last day of detention, Lovino headed to Mr. Kirkland's room to spend the rest of his day with-

NO! I'M NOT EXCITED TO SEE THAT DAMN TOMATO BASTARD.

Lately, Antonio has been consuming his thoughts. Not in that 'oh whenever I see him, I get butterflies way', but more like 'that bastard everywhere I fucking go'.

Just two more hours and I'll be in the dorm with Feli, eating pasta and-

"Lovino! Guess what I brought!"

Recognizing that thick Spanish accent, Lovino turned around and glared at the Spaniard. Now he was interrupting his thoughts as well. How annoying can this guy get?

For the past week, Antonio followed Lovino around like a puppy. Butting in on his conversations, trying to share food, lockers, THE SAME LUNCH SEAT!

Lovino seemed to have had enough.

"What do you want, you bastard?"

"I brought you some tomatoes!"

Okay, so maybe he will 'have enough' later, right now was tomato eating time. Though he still wanted to get a point clear to the Spaniard.

"Well hand them over! I hope you brought a lot to last me a while since I won't be seeing ya'."

Antonio stopped smiling like an idiot and looked down at the Italian. How come he stopped smiling? Lovino was wondering that when

"What do you mean? I see you everywhere at school. Since we're friends, I thought we'd start hanging out after we have no more detention?"

His stomach jumped at the fact that Antonio wanted to hang out with him. Though with his usual stubbornness and pride in his head, Lovino just jumped at the chance to tell at the Spaniard.

"Friends with you? Please! I only talked to you cause you kept following me and we had detention together! Give me a break, you tomato loving bastard!"

With wide eyes, Antonio had a glint of sadness in his eyes. His emerald eyes then seemed to sparkle, was it tears?

"You don't mean that Lovi."

"You don't know me, so how would you know if I mean it or not."

Lovino looked down at the ground, he couldn't look at him. Because he's not sure himself if he meant it.

"I'll get to know you."

What was that?

Emerald meeting dark brown, as Lovino finally looked up.

"I want to know more about you. I don't know why, but since I met you I just-"

"Will Lovino Vargas, Feliciano Vargas, and Antonio Carriedo please come to the office. I repeat, will Lovino Vargas, Feliciano Vargas, and Antonio Carriedo please come to the office."

The intercom then beeped, showing it's message was done.

"Let's go, Lovi."

Antonio stretched his hand torwards the Italian, now smiling like he wasn't about to say anything crucially important to the plot of this story.

"Like I'd actually hold your hand bastard."

As they started to walk towards the office, Antonio stopped in the middle of the halls.

"I'm your friend now, whether you like it or not."

What's with that scary face?! Are guys like him allowed to make faces like that?!

But in a couple seconds flat, the Spaniard smiled at him and grabbed his hand running towards the office. Not knowing what they will be told will change everything.

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Okay so this chapter sucks, gomen gomen. This story will get better, I promise!