{DISCONTINUED} Love Is Pasta

Chapter Otto: Di cosa stai parlando? riconosci il mio anello?

I woke up to Lovi setting of an airhorn in my ear.

I woke with a start and shot up into sitting position before scrambling away from Lovi and falling off the side of the bed. I rubbed the small of my back and groaned loudly, "What the fuck, Lovi?!"

"Good, you're awake. Breakfast is downstairs. We're leaving in 30 minutes." Lovi said in a monotone voice. He wore black dress shoes and pants and a tan shirt that said 'Don't be upsettie, have some spaghetti!' in black letters. I got him that shirt last year for his birthday. He walked out of my room and went downstairs.

I sighed and got up. I threw my blanket back onto the bed and went over to the closet and grabbed a sky blue shirt with a black cat head on the breast pocket, along with some white jeans and a pair of white sneakers. I went downstairs, where Angelo was cooking eggs on the stove. His hair was tied back with a red ribbon.

Angelo looked up from the food, "Oh! Dormire bene fratello?"

"Si l'ho fatto. Tu?" I grabbed a plate of eggs off the counter and sat down at the table. Lovi loudly sipped his coffee.

"Tutto apposto" Angelo dumped some eggs onto another plate. He walked over and sat down, and started downing his eggs.

"Stop being a slob Angelo." Lovi sipped his coffee. He got out of his seat and went back over to the coffee maker to get more. He didn't add any sugar or creamer. He just. Drank straight black coffee every morning. Why? I don't know but my theory is that it helps keeps his soul black like the void.

Angelo glared at Lovi before continuing to eat messily. Lovi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

I got up and got some tea out of one of the drawers and grabbed a to-go cup out of a higher drawer. I quickly made my tea before sitting back down to eat.

We all quietly ate.

"Alright, let's get going," Lovi said standing up and walking to the front door. Angelo and I followed after him, grabbing our stuff and walking out the door. Lovi locked the door and started down the driveway. In which we followed suit.

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I walked through the gates for a new day of school. I look around seeing the same groups as yesterday, including Arthur and Alfred.

Except for this time, it wasn't just them. Francis was there along with another teen who stood behind Alfred, same colored hair, same height, Hell the new boy even wore a jacket, except it went down to his knees and had a belt around his waist, with brown fluff around the collar. He also wore glasses, but they were round instead of square shaped. On top of his head, he had orange-tinted ski goggles. His eyes were violet. he wore knee-high dark brown boots. He clung to Alfred's shoulders.

I walked up to them. Francis was the first to notice me and immediately came over a slung an arm over my shoulders, "Why, hello there, Loverboy. Well Rested?"

I nodded, ignoring the Loverboy nickname the blond-haired Frenchman gave me. I tried pushing him off of me, to which he responded by grabbing my arm. I sighed and allowed the Frenchman to hang onto my arm.

"You already got the name Loverboy?" Arthur asked, pointing at me. "You've been at this school for a day." He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow, "That was quick."

"It suits him," Francis said, patting my head.

"How?" Arthur asked.

"My little secret," Francis responded.

I blushed and shoved him little ways away from me. "Anyway, it's nice to see you guys again." Francis had put his arm around my shoulders again, I tried to shrug him off, but to no avail. I officially gave up trying to keep him off of me. He's like a parasite.