The One I Want

7. Asking the big question

Matteo's pov

After we both got done eating, I obviously had seconds but only because Giovanni asked. I didn't want to seem like I haven't ate in a while, even though I haven't but he insisted and plus he made a ton of food for the both of us.

I'm now finishing up my second plate of food and my second glass of orange juice. Looking down at my fingers on my lap, I suddenly start to feel self conscious. Giovanni must think I'm a pig.

"Are you full?" Giovanni asks and I nod my head without looking up. Hearing him sigh, I look up and see him putting my plate, cup, knife, and fork in the sink.

"Do you wanna go to the living room to watch some tv?" He turns around and looks at me expecting an answer. Not finding my voice, I nod my head. Giovanni smiles at me and walks out of the kitchen and to the living room.

Following behind him like a lost puppy, he goes around the couch and sits down. I just stand there clueless. He must've known I was confused as he looks at me and laughs.

"Sit down." Sitting down next to him, I feel myself wanting to be swallowed up in this beautiful, comfortable couch. Giovanni grabs the tv remote and turns it on.

"Have you ever watched this show called American Horror Story?" Giovanni asks me and I look at him confused but I shake my head. His eyes go wide and he looks at me like I'm crazy.

"I'm gonna turn to the first season so you can get a full understanding of what's going on." I just nod my head once again. I feel like I haven't really been talking, and just been nodding.

I guess this is what happens when you barely have a good connection with someone after many years of having to survive on the streets.

"I like your house." Giovanni looks away from the tv and at me.

"Thank you. When I first got here, it was a mess. So I had the construction people tear the house down and then rebuild it."

"Can I ask you a question if you don't mind? It's personal so I understand if you don't wanna answer it." He turns the volume on the tv down and looks back at me.

I haven't really taken in his features but now that I'm actually looking at him, I notice his green forest eyes. His long black hair, in a man bun at the top of his head. Last but not least, his jawline. Goddamn, his parents must be fine. I notice he has a cut on the left side of his face. How haven't I noticed this before?

He must've noticed me checking him out, as he smirks. Shaking my head, I nod my head and he bites his lip.

"How did you end up on the streets?" I feel the sadness wanting to take over me and tears wanting to brim my eyes. Looking away from him, I wipe the tear that slowly slides down my face.

"Don't cry Matteo. Please don't cry." Giovanni says and wraps his arms around me. Turning my head towards him, I wrap my arms around him and cry into his neck. He whispers in my ear and rubs my back slowly.

"It's gonna be ok. Don't cry." Calming down, I realized that it was my second time breaking down around him, and I feel like strangling myself.

Pulling away, I wipe the remains of tears and know that I look like a crybaby. I look at Giovanni and he's already looking at me with a concerned look.

"Do you wanna continue watching American Horror Story, or do you wanna watch something else?" Thinking about it, I come up with a show that I haven't watched in so many years.

"Can we watch Spongebob?" Giovanni laughs and nods. Grabbing the remote, he turns to Spongebob and my eyes light up. I feel like a kid at a birthday party, no I feel more like a teenage boy who just seen a pair of boobs.

"I take it that this is your favorite show." Not taking my eyes off the tv, I answer him.

"It was my favorite show." And with that, we don't say anything else and I feel my heart swell at the show that I've always loved. As a kid, and as a teenager.