A/n: Hello humans I'm back, thanks for all the reads on this book, really appreciate it, anyway I haven't written a story for Antonio yet so that's what I'm doing. Hope you guys like it.
÷Lets Start÷
-Narrators pov-
"Antonio, give me a word."
"A word?"
"Yes, I need inspiration and right now I don't have anywhere to get it from, so give me a word."
"What are you writing about?"
"I'm writing about when they leave for home again, when one's been kicked out and they're both separated. I've writters block and can't come up with anything."
"Three."
The h/c haired male looked up from the typewriter, the page that protruded from the top of the machine that had black letters imprinted into it. His e/c eyes followed the Spanish male as he walked through to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water.
"As in free from being kept prisoner or three as in three, emotions?"
A slight pause was audible, when the Spanish male was thinking, it took him a moment, although it could of just been his taking his time getting a drink.
"Both."
A hum was given as response, m/n turned back to the typewriter, the pleasant noise of the machinery working in a rhythm was nearly in time with the small grey clock on the walk as that ticked along.
Antonio was doing what he did best; procrastinate in times of anxiousness. Both makes had a small amount of anxiety, it amplified once something big came around, like when a night out was planned and no-one knew how many people were coming, or when someone had to go out and have a talk, or an interview.
Antonio right now was procrastinating because the sales of tomatoes and carrots had gone down that year. He didn't sell too many, what with more people selling the same things for cheaper prices, over all, his sales had gone down by 2% that year. It didn't sound like a lot but it was better than most. There was an easy solution to this though, sell what the other don't have, everyone's selling tomatoes and carrots? Then sell tomatoes, carrots and cucumbers.
There was no need to exactly worry about what happened with sales, they only had to pay for the electrics, wifi, heating and water, as they owned the land and a field just behind. So all they had to do was make enough money, which they did, and pay for that.
The brunette male walked back into the room, the noise of the television in the background, clock ticking ominously and the typewriter pinging every second, it was the ingredients for a headache. Although he didn't get headaches.
After an hour of writing m/n turned to look at the concentrating male on the couch, becoming tired of the sulking and worrying he was doing.
"What's the matter?"
"My sales have dropped by 2% this year alone! What will I do?!"
"You just have competition right? Well then sell stuff they don't have, be a trendsetter, they sell tomatoes and carrots, you sell tomatoes, carrots and cucumbers, sell different coloured carrots even. It's simple, look, I'll check online tonight and I'll get cucumber and, I don't know, potato seeds or something."
"Do potatoes even have seeds?"
"I don't think so but I'll look."
|The End|
|It's short but in tired|
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