On That Rainy Afternoon

Antonio opened the front door and let Lovino in first. Lovino walked inside and took a look around. The house was pretty big, the living room being the biggest room. It had a large flatscreen television with a love seat with a small sofa chair and rocking chair one either side. Lovino took off his sneakers and socks and placed them next to the door. Antonio took the socks and asked for Lovino to follow him. They both walked up the stairs and into a small room with blue walls and a bed in the corner. Antonio searched through the small closet on the left side of the room and pulled out some blue jeans and a red sweater. "Here," he said as he handed the outfit to Lovino. "Get changed and I'll take your wet clothes and put them in the dryer."

Lovino was a little shocked at the Spaniard's kindness. "A-are you sure...?" he asked him. Antonio just smiled at him and walked back over to the closet and grabbed his own outfit. After grabbing a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, he walked out of the room. "I'll get changed in the bathroom, you can change in there," he said as he walked into the bathroom. Lovino closed the door and began taking his damp shirt off. He slipped the sweater over his head. It felt warm and soft against his arms and chest. It was a little too big on him, but he didn't care. He then began to peel his wet pants off and pulled on Antonio's jeans. When he was fully clothed, he stood there for a second, thinking about what just happened. "Antonio is being so nice to me, why?" he thought to himself. "Does... Does he... No that can't be it... It's not like I..." his mind wandered. All he could think about was Antonio. His kindness, his actions. A slight blush creeped over Lovino's cheeks, realizing what was happening. "I... I think I like him... No, not like... Love..." Lovino thought to himself. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't hear Antonio knock on the door. The door slowly opened to reveal a concerned Spaniard. "You okay, Lovi...?" he asked. Lovino's heart fluttered when he called him Lovi. "Y-yeah, I'm fine..." he said as he walked out the door.

Antonio smiled at Lovino, making him blush and quickly look away. They walked back downstairs and sat on the couch in front of the large living room TV. "So, what would you like to do first?" Antonio asked Lovino, searching through a pile of video games and movies. "Um, can we watch a movie...?" Lovino said quietly. He sucked at video games, plus he wanted to be able to talk to Antonio, not yell at a TV screen. Antonio smiled at him, and pulled out a couple of movies from the pile. He handed them to Lovino. "Here's some good ones, you can choose any one of them," he said, winking at him. Lovino blushed a little more and took the movies from his hand. He looked through each one as Antonio turned on the DVD player.

Once he found a movie, he handed it to Antonio, who looked at it, confused and sort of shocked. "You really want to watch 10 Things I Hate About You?" The Spaniard looked up at the nervous looking Italian. "I-I just thought..." Lovino stuttered, his face turning a deep red. "I used to enjoy that movie, and I haven't seen it in a long time..." His voice got quieter and quieter with each word. Antonio smiled and took the disc out of the case. "I didn't know you liked that movie," he said as he plopped the disc into the DVD player. "I would've let you borrow it, or had you over to watch it."

Lovino walked back to the couch as Antonio followed close behind. "Well, I-I never thought about asking anyone..." Lovino blushed, followed by a smile by the Spanish boy. "I enjoyed this movie too," Antonio said, scooting a little closer to Lovino. "It has a lot of funny moments, so you'll always laugh." Lovino felt his stomach flutter with excitement and nervousness. He felt his face grow hotter and hotter every second he was with Antonio, his heart growing deeper and deeper in love with him.