You stood outside your apartment waiting for your friend Natalie to meet up with you. Somehow she had convinced you to go with her to visit her new boyfriend. At first you thought nothing of it and were willing to go visit the guy, until Natalie mentioned that his roommate was also quite the looker and might be a good match for you. In truth you had been searching for a boyfriend recently and you knew that Natalie meant well for you, but you weren't exactly sure about being with someone who you had never met before. So here you were reluctantly waiting for Natalie to show up. It wasn't much longer when you heard your name being called and you looked over to see Natalie running up toward you.
"Sorry I'm a bit late," she said, "I couldn't decide what to wear."
She gave you a sheepish smile before taking your hand and leading you down the sidewalk.
"C'mon, the guys will start wondering where we are if we take too long," she said excitedly.
You on the other hand were doing your best to keep up and feeling less than excited. Another two blocks and you had reached your destination. It was another apartment complex like yours, only it looked slightly newer. Natalie walked up the steps and buzzed the two of you in. Natalie started talking about how you were would probably like the guys, but that nervous queasiness started to sink in again. Upon reaching the correct door, number 301, Natalie knocked three times and waited for a response. You were in for quite a surprise when the door opened.
The man to open the door was none other than Gilbert Beilshmidt. An old friend of yours, but also rival.
"You boyfriend is Beilshmidt?!" you yelled.
Natalie looked at you confused, while Gilbert started laughing.
"Kesesese, well well, look what we have here," he said, "I wasn't expecting to see you, _____."
Natalie took hold of Gilbert's arm, "She the one I told you about," she whispered.
"Ohhh, gotcha," he replied.
"What?" you asked, losing patience with the albino already.
"Why don't you come in? There's someone that Natalie and I want you to meet," Gilbert said as he walked into his room.
You rolled your eyes and reluctantly followed them in. You made the argument in your head you were only staying because you promised Natalie you would before you came here. As you walked in, you took in all that Gilbert had decorated the place with. Mostly pictures of himself and large pinups of the word 'AWESOME'.
Some things never change, you sighed in your head.
"Oi! Lovino! Get out here!" Gilbert yelled obnoxiously.
"Who?" you questioned to Natalie.
Natalie smiled at you, "Lovino Vargas. He's Gilbert's roommate."
"You mean there's actually someone who can stand living with him?" you groaned.
"LOVI!" Gilbert shouted.
"Shut up! You don't need to yell so loud," a quieter voice called out.
You watched as the door opened and your heart stopped at the sight of the man who walked out. He was slightly taller than you with dark chestnut hair, auburn eyes, olive skin, wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt with black vest. You felt all the heat rush to your face and looked away to avoid eye contact with him.
"What do you want?" the man asked annoyed.
Gilbert gave a huge grin and grabbed him by the arm, bringing (more like dragging) him over to you. Natalie took you by the arm and turned you around forcing you to face him.
"Lovino, meet _____. _____, meet Lovino," said Gilbert, taking Natalie and going to his room leaving you two alone.
There was a thick awkward silence between you two as you just looked at each other. You were sure your face a beet red and your heart would come bursting through your chest any minute. You hadn't exactly expected Beilshmidt's roommate to be so
.hot. Lovino's face was also slightly turning a darker shade. He eventually held out his left hand to you,
"N-nice to meet you, _____," he said.
You slowly took his hand and shook, "N-nice to m-meet you too, Lovino," you responded.
"Why don't you come sit down?" he offered.
You nodded and followed him sitting on the couch, leaving a bit of distance between the two of you.
"So, tell me about yourself," you said, trying to start a conversation.
Lovino cleared his throat, "Well, not really much to say about me. I moved here from Italy two years ago to study art. I go to the same college as Gilbert, and that's really about it."
"Oh, what about, like, family?" you asked softly.
You could have sworn you saw Lovino tense. He was silent for a moment before he responded,
"I have two younger brothers, Feliciano and Sebastian," he responded.
Lovino didn't say anything after that, and it suddenly became really tense in the room again. You lowered your head and looked at a spot on the floor.
"I'm sorry," you started, getting Lovino's attention, "I didn't mean to say something that upset you."
"Ah no, that's alright. You didn't do anything
wrong, I just don't like talking about my family much," he responded.
You got the courage to look up at him, and noticed he was looking at you now. His honey colored eyes seemed to expose you.
"Well, I have to say Lovino, I'm surprised you can manage being roommates with that Beilshmidt," you said, a little more strength returning to your voice.
Lovino raised an eyebrow, "Something tells me you don't like him that much,"
You sighed, "He's a handful. I've known Gilbert for a long time, and he always seemed to be getting into trouble. He and I were friends for a while, and I guess we still kinda are," you trailed off a bit.
"But?" Lovino questioned.
Taking a deep breath you continued, "In high school, Gilbert managed to become the 'big shot' around the other kids. He was great athletically, he got good grades, and even managed to find Natalie and started going out with her. Somehow during all that time, the two of us grew apart and we became more like rivals competing to see who would be better in school."
You chuckled as the memories of high school came back to you, "I ended up losing. Gilbert managed to beat my grades and he started calling me by 'loser'. It didn't bother me too much at first, but after a while our rivalry grew the more he rubbed in the fact that he beat me."
Leaning back in your seat you gave a long sigh, "Now that I think about it, it seems kinda silly. It was all in good fun, but Gilbert's ego got the best of him and that's why we broke up as friends."
"Sorry to hear that," Lovino said, "It can't be easy losing a friend you've had for so long."
You gave him a sad smile, "I guess we've all got some hard pasts."
Time passed and the two of you eventually had a real conversation. You found that you had some of the same interests, mostly in art and food. After a while it started to get late and you involuntarily let out a yawn.
"I should get going," you said, "I'll get Natalie and we'll go."
You stood from your seat and made your way to Gilbert's door and knocked. A moment later Gilbert answered the door with a tired look on his face.
"Hey, where's Natalie? We need to get going," you told him.
Gilbert opened his door wider and you got a look in only to see Natalie asleep on his bed.
"Seriously?" you yelled. You knew it was impossible to wake Natalie alone, and there was no way you were getting Gilbert to help you since he always took her side. "Guess I'm going home alone."
Gilbert shrugged and closed his door. You turned around to see Lovino standing a ways from you.
"I had a great time Lovino. But I need to get back home now," you said.
"I'll walk with you. It's not right to let a girl walk by herself at night," he offered.
How sweet. No one's ever offered to take me home before, you thought.
"Thanks Lovino," you said.
The two of you grabbed your jackets and put on your shoes before you left the apartment. Walking side by side, you didn't say much but were glad to have Lovino with you. Once you reached your apartment complex you turned to face him.
"This is my place," you said with a sigh, "Thanks again, Lovino. I had a really good time today."
Lovino gave a small smile, "Me too."
Suddenly he reached into his pocket and pulled out something.
"Take this," he said holding out his hand to you.
You took it and saw it was a small piece of paper with numbers.
"It's my phone number," Lovino told you, "If you're ever in the mood, just give me a call."
You looked up at him with a blush on your face. Then you pulled out a pen from your purse and took Lovino's hand.
"What are you-" Lovino was cut off when you pulled away and he saw you had written your phone number on his hand.
"Just in case you wanna call first," you mumbled.
Lovino's face became a bright red as he looked at you. You two looked at each other and smiled. Finally you put your hand on the doorknob,
"Bye, Lovino. See you around?"
Without making a sound, Lovino leaned forward and gave a small peck on your cheek,
"Definitely," he responded pulling back, "Good night, bella ______."
Lovino walked away, heading back to his apartment. You smiled as you watched him, your hand resting upon the place he had just kissed you.
Maybe going to visit Beilshmidt's wasn't so bad after all, you thought.