If his day hadn’t already been getting kind of sour, Matthew blanched at his coffee again when his taste buds picked up the fake sweetener, rather than DEMANDED maple syrup. The barista that had served him waved his arms in surrender, as if saying “IT WASN’T ME! I WAS FRAMED!”, and Matthew could tell that it wasn’t same barista from last time. Actually, he didn’t even know the face or name of last time’s, but it wasn’t the shaking boy who looked about 14, rather than a presumed 18.
The quieter twin took the empty seat near the window beside a student he remembered in one of his classes, a rather tempered boy of Italian descent. He had nothing against the boy, and therefore felt relatively safe as he unearthed his Dell and set it in front of his him.
Lovino sensed someone beside him, and a wash of relief went over him as he noticed it was just that meek and almost transparent-to-the-teacher boy he saw in Romantic Languages.
“Hey, it’s you,” Lovino greeted, dropping his pen Matthew settled into his seat.
“It’s me,” Matthew laughed softly.
“You’re the guy always with the annoying blonde…and the other annoying blonde…” Lovino grumbled.
Matthew’s laugh continued. He must have meant Francis and Alfred, even if he was rarely with Alfred in public. “Yeah.” Lovino whistled, impressed.
Antonio had given him the whole run, and quite frankly, Lovino admired a punk that was able to play two juniors that Lovino really hated. Those suckers- names that skipped Lovino- really deserved to be played. The Brit and Frenchman just got too annoying sometimes. “Mario?”
Matthew sighed. “Matthew. But, close. You’re Lovino Vargas, right?”
“Scusi. Stupid Spanish bastard’s been calling you Mario this whole time! Mario and Francis this, Mario and Francis that. No offense, you don’t look Italian- not that you have to be. But I knew freaking Antonio has problems.”
“It’s alright. People don’t usually remember me too well…I mean there are some exceptions, but-”
“But people like you,” Lovino interjected. For some reason, he felt relatively safe talking to the quiet student, dating record aside.
“Well, I don’t know how, sometimes. I have a brother who used to OUTSHINE ME IN EVERYTHING,” Matthew lamented, powering up his computer.
“Don’t talk to me about brothers,” Lovino grumbled.
“I don’t even want to talk to him right now,” Matthew added.
“I’m in Art with mine. Don’t get me started.”
Two brothers who were constantly overlooked in favour for their brothers locked eyes. A new friendship rose in minutes. And they talked, the passive-aggressive one, and the plainly aggressive one, somehow laughed and complained as If they’d been tight for ages.
Matthew was stopped mid-sentence when the door chimes rang, signalling a new customer. The two turned to see a frantic Antonio burst through, head whipping back and forth almost comically. Lovino groaned, and slammed his head on his work.
“Shit.”
“MY BEAUTIFUL LOVINO! OUR PORTUGUESE BESTIE TOLD YOU ME WERE ALL ALONE WITH MARIO AND NOO! HE MIGHT TAKE YOU AWAY AND THEN I’D BE SAD BECAUSE MY BEAUTIFUL TOMATO WAS GONE AND YOU WOULD BE SAD BECAUSE THERE’S FRANCIS AND MISTER SCARY ENGLISHMAN AND OH GOD, WE HAVE TO GO!” Antonio’s dramatic wailing gave a few customers groaned. The tall Spanish student scooped up his cursing boyfriend and ran out.
Matthew blinked, trying to process what Antonio had just said. He studied Romance languages, dammit! Something about a friend, and taking Lovino away and what? It sounded like a soap drama where someone was dating three people at the same time. What the heck was Antonio on?
If you haven't caught on yet, yes, Alex works at this coffee shop and has something against "Alfred"
Something didn’t sit well with Lovino as he got into bed.
It didn’t make sense for someone like Matthew to somehow be associated with Arthur.
Screw the Frenchman- Italians were just a good at romance!
He believed the idea that Francis might be with Matthew…but Arthur Sonuvabitch Kirkland?
It was almost comical as Lovino’s might drifted to such impossible ideas.
Lovino and Matthew had similar childhoods, overshadowed by their brothers, and not being properly rewarded for their talents and what they could do. Lovino had constantly been mistaken for his brother growing up because they looked so similar, even though their personalities- people would learn to recognize- were so different.
Wouldn’t it have been hilarious, Lovino thought, if Matthew’s brother also went to the same school and looked almost identical to Matthew? DIO, that’d be so funny.
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Lovers at Second Glances 14b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-11 05:12 am (UTC)(link)If his day hadn’t already been getting kind of sour, Matthew blanched at his coffee again when his taste buds picked up the fake sweetener, rather than DEMANDED maple syrup. The barista that had served him waved his arms in surrender, as if saying “IT WASN’T ME! I WAS FRAMED!”, and Matthew could tell that it wasn’t same barista from last time. Actually, he didn’t even know the face or name of last time’s, but it wasn’t the shaking boy who looked about 14, rather than a presumed 18.
The quieter twin took the empty seat near the window beside a student he remembered in one of his classes, a rather tempered boy of Italian descent. He had nothing against the boy, and therefore felt relatively safe as he unearthed his Dell and set it in front of his him.
Lovino sensed someone beside him, and a wash of relief went over him as he noticed it was just that meek and almost transparent-to-the-teacher boy he saw in Romantic Languages.
“Hey, it’s you,” Lovino greeted, dropping his pen Matthew settled into his seat.
“It’s me,” Matthew laughed softly.
“You’re the guy always with the annoying blonde…and the other annoying blonde…” Lovino grumbled.
Matthew’s laugh continued. He must have meant Francis and Alfred, even if he was rarely with Alfred in public. “Yeah.” Lovino whistled, impressed.
Antonio had given him the whole run, and quite frankly, Lovino admired a punk that was able to play two juniors that Lovino really hated. Those suckers- names that skipped Lovino- really deserved to be played. The
Brit and Frenchman just got too annoying sometimes. “Mario?”
Matthew sighed. “Matthew. But, close. You’re Lovino Vargas, right?”
“Scusi. Stupid Spanish bastard’s been calling you Mario this whole time! Mario and Francis this, Mario and Francis that. No offense, you don’t look Italian- not that you have to be. But I knew freaking Antonio has problems.”
“It’s alright. People don’t usually remember me too well…I mean there are some exceptions, but-”
“But people like you,” Lovino interjected. For some reason, he felt relatively safe talking to the quiet student, dating record aside.
“Well, I don’t know how, sometimes. I have a brother who used to OUTSHINE ME IN EVERYTHING,” Matthew lamented, powering up his computer.
“Don’t talk to me about brothers,” Lovino grumbled.
“I don’t even want to talk to him right now,” Matthew added.
“I’m in Art with mine. Don’t get me started.”
Two brothers who were constantly overlooked in favour for their brothers locked eyes. A new friendship rose in minutes. And they talked, the passive-aggressive one, and the plainly aggressive one, somehow laughed and complained as If they’d been tight for ages.
Matthew was stopped mid-sentence when the door chimes rang, signalling a new customer. The two turned to see a frantic Antonio burst through, head whipping back and forth almost comically. Lovino groaned, and slammed his head on his work.
“Shit.”
“MY BEAUTIFUL LOVINO! OUR PORTUGUESE BESTIE TOLD YOU ME WERE ALL ALONE WITH MARIO AND NOO! HE MIGHT TAKE YOU AWAY AND THEN I’D BE SAD BECAUSE MY BEAUTIFUL TOMATO WAS GONE AND YOU WOULD BE SAD BECAUSE THERE’S FRANCIS AND MISTER SCARY ENGLISHMAN AND OH GOD, WE HAVE TO GO!” Antonio’s dramatic wailing gave a few customers groaned. The tall Spanish student scooped up his cursing boyfriend and ran out.
Matthew blinked, trying to process what Antonio had just said. He studied
Romance languages, dammit! Something about a friend, and taking Lovino away and what? It sounded like a soap drama where someone was dating three people at the same time. What the heck was Antonio on?
If you haven't caught on yet, yes, Alex works at this coffee shop and has something against "Alfred"
Lovers at Second Glances 15c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-11 05:18 am (UTC)(link)Something didn’t sit well with Lovino as he got into bed.
It didn’t make sense for someone like Matthew to somehow be associated with Arthur.
Screw the Frenchman- Italians were just a good at romance!
He believed the idea that Francis might be with Matthew…but Arthur Sonuvabitch Kirkland?
It was almost comical as Lovino’s might drifted to such impossible ideas.
Lovino and Matthew had similar childhoods, overshadowed by their brothers, and not being properly rewarded for their talents and what they could do. Lovino had constantly been mistaken for his brother growing up because they looked so similar, even though their personalities- people would learn to recognize- were so different.
Wouldn’t it have been hilarious, Lovino thought, if Matthew’s brother also went to the same school and looked almost identical to Matthew? DIO, that’d be so funny.
Re: Lovers at Second Glances 15c/?
(Anonymous) 2015-08-30 10:27 am (UTC)(link)