September; Roommates

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"And that's the last box! Ahh~ Lovi, want to go grab something to eat?"

"Don't call me that! It's Lovino! Three syllables, bastard!"

Moving in with him was so sudden, it's still kind of like a daze...

"He can't be my roommate! He's a stupid bastard!"

Ouch.

"Sorry comrades, but it's already been decided."

"Ve~ fratello, Antonio is really nice! You don't have to worry!"

"Shut up, idiot brother!"

...

And that was that.

I could sense that Lovi was angry that I was him roommate. But of course that shouldn't stop me from being his friend, right?

"C'mon, let's go get some food! Aren't you hungry?"

And as if in cue, Lovi's stomach growled. Aw how cute!

"Fine by me, bastard. But you're paying!"

"With pleasure!"

Romano POV

Who does this bastard think he is? Asking me to go have lunch with him? I expect him to take me somewhere nice!

W-well this isn't a date so I don't mind where actually. As long as I get some food damn it!

The whole way to his car, all this guy talks about is how he's excited for college next year. As if I care, you bastard! That's months away from now! Talk about that shit when it's tomorrow!

"Hey Lovi?"

"I told you! It's Lo-vi-no! Three fucking syllables! Is it too hard?!"

"I've been calling your name for a while, we're at my car."

Oh. Well that's embarrassing.

"You should've said it louder!"

"Ahh~ next time."

The car ride was really quiet, why wasn't that bastard talking? He sure had a lot to talk about back at the dorms!

"Oi, bastard. How come you stopped talking?"

// A/N: I'm a shitty updated and this chapter was in my drafts and I haven't logged in this account for months. I swear I'll update this, I'm working on a cute story right now (if any of you like KaiSoo) but anyways please accept this trash update, will probably edit later today. it's 1 am over here. //

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