Some Spanish Bastard

Chapter One

Lovino Vargas slammed the door shut to his house, sprinting out into the cold night. He ran as fast as he could. He could hear his grandpa yelling for him to come back, but he ignored him and kept running, not caring where he was going. All he knew was he wanted to get away.
Lovino's home life wasn't exactly bad, per say.. More, non-existent. He didn't really have a home life. He steered clear of his Grandpa, and his Grandpa had learned long ago to do the same. Instead, he focused on Feli; Lovino's younger brother. The sweet, artistic, fun one- the one everyone loved. The opposite of Lovino. Occasionally Lovino would have a fight, like tonight's, and he'd run off for a little while. When he came back, heaven forbid they actually work out his problems- his grandfather just lectured him a bit and then went back to ignoring him. Lovino often wondered how long it would take for everyone to realize that when he pushed someone away, he really just wanted them to pull him back and hold him closer than ever before.
While thinking of all this, he finally got tired of running. He collapsed on a bench, glancing around. He was outside a little Spanish grocery store, and it was raining hard. He let out a sigh of exasperation, blowing a small piece of hair out of his face. He didn't want to go home anytime soon. Instead, he let himself get lost in the scenery- there was some pretty nice gardening around the area he was at.
"Hey, it's a little cold to be out here, sí?" A chipper voice, punctuated with a strong Spanish accent, stirred him from his thoughts. He glance over to see a Spanish man, giving him a bright smile. Lovino just glared in return. "Mind your own business, bastard." He glanced the boy over. He was pretty cute, for some too-happy Spanish bastard..