A buzzing sound filled your ears. You rolled over, your arm flopping onto the bedside table. Your hand scrabbled for a bit, hunting for the vibrating phone. Eventually you found it, picking it up and holding it to your ear.
"Hello?" you croaked into the cell.
"Damn, _____, you sound awful." answered the voice of your Italian friend Lovino.
"Thanks, Lovy…" you laughed hoarsely, "Just what I need to hear right now."
"Hang on. I'll be there in a few minutes with my mama's special soup. It'll make you feel just right in no time!"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Pay attention, _____." snapped Lovino, "I said I'm coming over to help you."
"That really isn't-" and the phone clicked. "Aaaaaaand you're gone." You sighed. You really didn't need this right now. All you wanted was to sleep, not jump through hoops for that rude Italian. You closed your eyes, hoping to catch a quick nap before Lovino arrived.
"______..." crooned a voice from out of the foggy depths of your dream. "_______...." It came again. "_____!" the voice screamed, snapping you out of your sleep.
"L-Lovy….?" You muttered sleepily.
"Yes, it's me, bella. Now open your mouth."
You opened your mouth obediently, wondering what he was going to do. And then a spoonful of hot tomato soup filled your mouth. You swallowed quickly. "Mmmm…" You licked your lips and begged for more.
Lovy chuckled, feeding you soup as he sat on the side of your bed, his golden eyes
"You don't have to do this…" you said tiredly after all the soup was gone.
"Yes I do, bella. What kind of friend would I be if I just left you to die, hmm?"
"A normal one."
Lovy was silent for a minute, eyebrows furrowed in thought, "Just go to sleep." He said finally, sounding annoyed. You nodded, sinking into the softness of your bed and closing your eyes, immediately falling asleep.
Lovino watched _____ for awhile as she drifted off. After he was positive she was asleep he reached his hand out to her face, pushing her (h/c) hair back out of her eyes. He hesitantly leaned down and kissed her tentatively on the forehead. He stood up and walked out of the room, clenching his fists. Lovy shut ____'s door softly and walked out to the living room. He just stood there for a minute, looking around with his golden eyes and then he screwed up his face, walking over to the wall and giving it a good hard kick.
'God damn that bitch!' he thought, angrily, 'Why does she have to be so fucking cute?!'
Lovy walked over to the couch, sitting down and placing his head in his hands. He sighed, 'Why did I let her do this to me…?'
You woke up, stretching your arms and yawning. You felt a bit better. Good enough to get out of bed even. You stood, padding to the door and opening it to find Lovino sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.
"Lovy?" you asked quietly, "Are you okay?"
"Fine… Go back to bed before you fall over or something…"
You walked over to Lovino, "What's bothering you?" You asked, sitting down beside him and putting your arm around his shoulder.
"Nothing… Go back to bed, _____. You're still sick and should rest." He looked at you tenderly, taking you aback. Lovy had never been the touchy feely type… Never was very
caring or kind. What about today was making him so different?
"Lovino, I-" you stopped midsentence to cough. You sat there for a minute, barely able to breathe as you coughed uncontrollably. You felt a hand on your back, rubbing up and down soothingly.
"Here, I'll get you something to drink…" Lovy said worriedly. The rubbing on your back stopped as the Italian went in the kitchen to pour you a glass of water.
Your coughing calmed down enough that when your friend came back with the cup you could actually thank him. You chugged down the water, stopping to cough every once and awhile. Once the glass was finally empty you smiled at Lovino, coughing finally subsided.
"Bella…" he whispered, leaning in close to you, golden eyes twinkling.
"Lovy… I know you came over and everything but-" You were cut off once again but this time it was by Lovino's lips on yours, not a bout of coughing. You pulled away quickly, an angry, questioning look in your tired (e/c) eyes.
"How long?" you asked.
"How long have you felt this way? How long have you kept this a secret?"
"I don't know… Not very long. I was going to try and get you to come to the park with me today so I could tell you, but…"
You smiled, "I'm not mad… I just wish I had known." You reached up, touching Lovy's cheek and staring into his beautiful golden eyes.
"Well I just hope you don't fucking get me sick by kissing m-" You were the one to cut him off for once, pressing your lips against his roughly.
"Hush," you said, "I'll take care of you."