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It was just a regular day with you and your boyfriend Lovino.
As usual, you two bickered like a bunch of kids.
What's the argument this time? You two fought about which is better; Pasta or Spaghetti?

You angrily slammed your hands on the table.

"It's called spaghetti!" You yelled.

Lovino also slammed his hands on the table (RIP table 😢).

"No! It's called pasta!"

"I swear Lovino I'll kill you!" You yelled.

Lovino scoffed then laughs. "Italians don't die they pasta-way!"
You gave Lovino more irritated glares.

"Your such a piece of sh*t!" You shouted.

Lovino shook his head. "No! Your a-pizza sh*t"
Your lips curved into a small smile.

"You're smiling." Lovino pointed out.

"I know and I hate it."

You sighed and calmed down a bit. "Why don't we stop this pointless bickering?"

Lovino nodded. "Let's go out and make up?" He asked.

"Sure." You walked outside the door.Lovino walked impatiently behind you.

"Why don't you a~ walk a little pasta?"

  
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Lovino drove his car 'pasta'. It almost felt like you rode a roller coaster. You shakily got off the car.

"Screw you Lovi!" You slammed the door behind you and threw up at the nearest garbage can.

"Are you-a done throwing up?" Lovino irritatedly asked.
You wiped off the vomit off your mouth and stuck a tongue out Lovino.

"Jerk." You spat out.

He brought you to the mall to go and make up.
"What are we gonna do?" You asked.

"Let's go somewhere and eat." Lovino replied.

"Ok."

You and Lovino went to the nearest eatery. It was an Italian restaurant. You both sat down at the vacant seats and picked out your orders.

Naturally, since this is Italian it's full of different varieties of famous Italian cuisines.

Since it took you minutes just looking a the menu, Lovino picked out for you. Obviously he picked out pasta.(somehow he doesn't get sick of it)

The waiter brought your food. You watched as Lovino picked up his fork and stabbed his pasta. (RIP pasta)

He took a forkful(?) of it. His face scrunched up in disgust.
"Dammit! This tastes horrible!"

You tasted it too. "It's not that bad."

"Do you know what Italians call-a fake pasta?" Lovino yelled angrily.

"What?"

"An im-pasta!"

"Just shut up and eat your f*cking pasta." You irritatedly replied.

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Let us mourn quietly for the death of our beloved table and pasta.
May you rest in peace.

Table : 2017-2017 (Died because of repeated slamming)

Pasta: 2017- 2017 (Got stabbed by an angry Italian)

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A/n: me and my sister fought about what it's called, pasta or spaghetti.