WARNING: CUSSING. Well, it IS Romano we're talking about. :3 NOW TO THE STORY!
It was a normal Monday morning. You got up and looked out of the window in your brightly lit bedroom. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and- OOH SHIII- You had school today. Racing over to the clock, you saw that you were already fourteen minutes late. You rushed out of your room, quickly brushed your teeth and styled your hair (you couldn't waste more time for a shower), cursing that stupid alarm clock that refused to go off almost every morning the whole time. Within five minutes, you were in your car, speeding toward school.
Almost literally jumping out of your car after parking in the school lot, you sprinted to the heavy double doors that led into the hallway. Just as you reached the door-
Someone slammed into you.
"SON OF A-"
"HEY! WATCH IT STUPID RAGAZZA!"
"IT'S YOUR FAULT ASSHOLE!"
Hearing no response, you looked up. The sight made you gasp. An extremely handsome guy, about sixteen years old, was staring at you. He had dark brown hair and an extremely pissed off expression. "I-I-I-," you stutter out.
He looked away, his face bright red. "Sorry," he muttered, and you heard a prominent Italian accent. How did I not notice that before
"HEY! Are you still listening to me?"
You looked at him, annoyed. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU YELLING AT ME!?!?"
He paused. "I just wanted to know if you were okay, dumbass."
You glared at him. "Do I look alright?"
His face turns bright red. "Okay, let's get you to the nur-"
"FRATELLO!" Screeched a whiny voice. "Fratello, wait for me!"
The brown haired man in front of you sighed and turned around. "FELICIANO! I TOLD YOU TO KEEP UP WITH ME!"
You looked over his shoulder. Another man was running up to you, with a lighter shade of brown hair that the man in front of you, but the same general appearance and same Italian accent. Maybe they're brothers
The lighter haired man stopped in front of you, resting his hands on his knees and panting.
"L-Lovi!" he managed to get out between his frantic gasping.
"FELICIANO! WHY THE HELL-"
"Lovi?" you interrupted. "Is that your name?"
The lighter haired man noticed you and perked up immediately. He reached out his hand to you, who was still on the ground. "Hello, ragazza! Why are you on the ground? Yeah, that's his name! But he doesn't like being called that, so call him Lovino! And I'm Feliciano! But you can call me Feli, if you want!"
"Okay. Hi Feli, and I'm on the ground because you asshole brother knocked me over and didn't have the sense to help me back up!" you said, taking his hand.
"Oh, you and Lovi-"
"DON'T FUCKING CALL ME LOVI!"
"-Could be friends! You both have a lot in common!"
Both you and Lovino paused at that. You looked at each other, taking in the other's appearance. He was tall, and dark brown hair covered his head. He also had a strange curl on the side of his head. He had a bit of dirt smeared on his face from the fall, and his uniform was a bit messed up. All in all, though, he was pretty handsome.
He looked you over. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair was out of place from the collision, and your (s/c) skin had a few cuts and blooming bruises from the fall. Your (e/c) eyes seemed to sparkle brightly in the sunlight. Your uniform was a bit crooked, but he still thought that you were beautiful.
"Well?" Feliciano asked looking between you and Lovino happily.
You looked away from each other, both mumbling "Yeah, sure" and "Maybe".
Lovino looked down at his wristwatch and groaned. "Great, now we're almost a half an hour late."
You sighed. "Well I guess we should head in then."
With that the three of you turned and walked in through the double doors and headed to the office for your late passes.
Little did you know both you and Lovino were thinking the same thing:
yeah, maybe. But what I want us to be more?