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I kept my eyes on my dusty-brown shoes. I didn't want to look up. If you make eye-contact with anyone in these parts of town, you'll get shot. And I didn't feel like getting shot. So I kept my eyes on my dusty-brown shoes.
I slowly pulled the fur-trimmed hood over my hair and shoved my hands into the pockets of my huge, puffy jacket. Damn cold… Why don't you go terrorize some other place - anywhere but here?
Sometimes I wonder why certain things happen to me. Like the weather. Out of the whole world, the annoying iciness chose to haunt my town. It could have chose Paris… or London… or New York City. But no… it chose my town. Some of the things that mysteriously happen to me are good. Like sometimes I find a Euro on the sidewalk. And then some of the things that mysteriously happen to me are bad. Like what I was about to experience.
I sniffled and closed my eyes momentarily, rubbing them with my knuckles. Stupid cold… I feel like I'm getting sick… My mind is foggy and my head is throbbing and my nose is runny. I feel like a freakin' kid that stayed out in the rain for too long.
Then I ran into the brick wall. I didn't fall onto my ass, but my head started to hurt like a bitch. I groaned and cursed under my breath, holding my head.
"Oh my god!" the brick wall gasped. "Are you okay?! Lo siento! Lo siento! I wasn't watching where I was going!"
I pressed my fingers into my head, clamping my eyes as I grunted again. Since when do walls talk? Since I went crazy, that's when… I slowly opened my eyes, tears balling up on my eyelashes as my head throbbed unbearably. My eyes slowly widened, making a single tear slide down my face as I stared. Not at a brick wall, but a boy. A man. His face was tanned to a light shade of brown, and I assumed the rest of his body was that warm color as well, for every inch of him was covered to keep from feeling the biting cold. His eyes were big and jagged. A color of green so bright that I suspected contacts. They stared at me eagerly. Even though we looked each other in the eyes, something in my chest told me I wouldn't be shot.
The clouds in my mind slowly parted and I saw the light. The throbbing in my head continued, though.
My runny nose made me sniffle, and a couple more beads of accumulated water flowed from my eyes and built up under my chin. The water got too heavy and plopped off of my face.
The man's whole aura suddenly changed. His eyes saddened and his whole face adapted to the new emotion.
"I hurt you, didn't I…" he whispered, his voice hurt and heartbreakingly unhappy. "No one would cry that much if they weren't hurt…"
What the hell was he talking about… I wasn't crying! My head just hurt like hell 'cause he ran his ass into me! I quickly shook my head, wiping the water from my pale cheeks.
"No, sir," I stated plainly, still shaking my head. "I'm not crying, and I'm not hurt. Just watch where the hell you're going…"
I stepped to the side to walk around him. I couldn't stand around all night - I had places to be. The man's gloved hand stopped me from swiftly moving around him and taking off down the alley. I glanced down at the hand on my chest, then up at the tall, slender man. He looked down at me, his eyes a bit needy.
"Senior, I'm really sorry I caused you so much pain…" he murmured, gently pulling his hand away. "Please. My name is Antonio, and I'd like to give you this. As to say 'Apologies' for so rudely running into you like that."
I blinked a couple times and turned my body to look at him. I raised a hand and opened my mouth to mutter a remark, but my eyes widened as I saw what was in his hands. A bouquet of nearly two dozen different types of flowers was clutched in his slightly shaken hand. The man carefully pulled out a long-stemmed rose from the bunch and held it out for me. His jagged eyes had suddenly became soft and welcoming.
"Please, take it," he spoke softly, a twinge of sadness lingering in his voice. "I work at a flower shop and I can get as many of these as I want. So it's not a problem if you take one. Please… I'm very sorry… Lo siento."
I glanced at the rose for a minute, swallowing. What should I do? Take the rose? Or just deny the obviously hurt man and walk away? His eyes were so sad and gloomy… I could barely take it…
"I'm Lovino…" I said quietly, feeling a bit self conscious. I gently reached forward and took the rose from his slender fingers. "And… seriously. Stop saying you're sorry. I understand, and I'm not mad. I don't speak Spanish, either. So stop using it."
As I accepted the rose and held it close to my chest, I looked up at the man again. His eyes suddenly sparkled and his lips formed a stupid, silly grin.
"Lovino… Italian!" he beamed. "I've never met an Italian boy before!"
My cheeks flushed red, and I could feel it. The rest of my face was completely pale and cold, except for my nose and cheeks. Freakin' emotions…
"Yeah… Well, I'm going to go…" I mumbled, turning to walk around him. I wrapped my fingers around the rose's stem, abruptly stopping in my tracks as I felt a sudden pain in my index finger. "Ow! Crap!" I grunted, extending my finger to inspect it. A droplet of blood oozed out from a prick in my finger, making me wince in pain. "Stupid thorns…"
The man grabbed onto my wrist, studying my finger. My whole face flared red and I gasped, suddenly stiffening as he held onto me.
"Ah… I'm sorry, Lovi - can I call you that?" I flinched as he said the sudden nickname. I couldn't even remember his name… How embarrassing… "I didn't think that would happen… Are you okay?"
I swallowed and looked up at him, snatching my wrist away. He gasped quietly and stared, his eyes shocked and a little concerned.
"You worry about everything, don't you?" I spat, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. He grinned after a moment and shrugged. "Thanks for giving me such a piece of crap…" I mumbled, making his smile quickly go away. My heart throbbed, almost harder than my head did. I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "You only gave me this because it'd hurt me, didn't you?"
The man stared for a moment, his mouth slowly opened in alarm. His eyes slowly closed and his head shook side to side a couple times, making me blink stupidly.
"Not at all, Lovi," he spoke softly. He slowly opened his eyes to look me in the face seriously. "Lovi, roses are symbols of love and passion. Not pain and suffering." My eyes slowly widened as the breath caught in my throat. "I would never give you something, for the soul purpose of hurting you. Even if I did just meet you." He ripped his eyes away from mine to look at his bouquet of flowers, inspecting them. He gently pulled out a pink layered flower. He held it out to me, smiling charmingly. "A carnation. The flower of Spain."
My hand inattentively reached up and took the carnation, holding it to my chest as I looked up at him with frozen eyes. Suddenly my mind flooded with thoughts and I remembered his name.
"Antonio…" I whispered quietly.
He smiled enchantingly and slipped out a small, stiff card from his jacket's breast pocket. He held it out to me, and like all the other things he had handed me, I quickly took it.
"My card," he grinned. "If you ever want to give me a call." He took a couple steps past me, then quickly turned and made a peace-sign with his fingers. "I'll be expecting your call, Lovi!" he smiled happily.
And with that, the man turned and walked down the alley, into the shadows of night. I simply stared after him, looking down at my blood-stained finger, the two flowers, and the business card. I licked my dry lips and slipped the card into my huge jacket's pocket, lifting the carnation to my face and sniffing. I exhaled wearily and rubbed my eyes again, starting down the alley without a word.
My head swam with thoughts and questions. Would I call him? Why had he given me a flower that represented love and passion? What would I say to him if I ever talked to him again?
Why did I love him so much?
Well… Now that I think about it…
I guess what happened to me wasn't a bad thing, after all.
I slowly pulled the fur-trimmed hood over my hair and shoved my hands into the pockets of my huge, puffy jacket. Damn cold… Why don't you go terrorize some other place - anywhere but here?
Sometimes I wonder why certain things happen to me. Like the weather. Out of the whole world, the annoying iciness chose to haunt my town. It could have chose Paris… or London… or New York City. But no… it chose my town. Some of the things that mysteriously happen to me are good. Like sometimes I find a Euro on the sidewalk. And then some of the things that mysteriously happen to me are bad. Like what I was about to experience.
I sniffled and closed my eyes momentarily, rubbing them with my knuckles. Stupid cold… I feel like I'm getting sick… My mind is foggy and my head is throbbing and my nose is runny. I feel like a freakin' kid that stayed out in the rain for too long.
Then I ran into the brick wall. I didn't fall onto my ass, but my head started to hurt like a bitch. I groaned and cursed under my breath, holding my head.
"Oh my god!" the brick wall gasped. "Are you okay?! Lo siento! Lo siento! I wasn't watching where I was going!"
I pressed my fingers into my head, clamping my eyes as I grunted again. Since when do walls talk? Since I went crazy, that's when… I slowly opened my eyes, tears balling up on my eyelashes as my head throbbed unbearably. My eyes slowly widened, making a single tear slide down my face as I stared. Not at a brick wall, but a boy. A man. His face was tanned to a light shade of brown, and I assumed the rest of his body was that warm color as well, for every inch of him was covered to keep from feeling the biting cold. His eyes were big and jagged. A color of green so bright that I suspected contacts. They stared at me eagerly. Even though we looked each other in the eyes, something in my chest told me I wouldn't be shot.
The clouds in my mind slowly parted and I saw the light. The throbbing in my head continued, though.
My runny nose made me sniffle, and a couple more beads of accumulated water flowed from my eyes and built up under my chin. The water got too heavy and plopped off of my face.
The man's whole aura suddenly changed. His eyes saddened and his whole face adapted to the new emotion.
"I hurt you, didn't I…" he whispered, his voice hurt and heartbreakingly unhappy. "No one would cry that much if they weren't hurt…"
What the hell was he talking about… I wasn't crying! My head just hurt like hell 'cause he ran his ass into me! I quickly shook my head, wiping the water from my pale cheeks.
"No, sir," I stated plainly, still shaking my head. "I'm not crying, and I'm not hurt. Just watch where the hell you're going…"
I stepped to the side to walk around him. I couldn't stand around all night - I had places to be. The man's gloved hand stopped me from swiftly moving around him and taking off down the alley. I glanced down at the hand on my chest, then up at the tall, slender man. He looked down at me, his eyes a bit needy.
"Senior, I'm really sorry I caused you so much pain…" he murmured, gently pulling his hand away. "Please. My name is Antonio, and I'd like to give you this. As to say 'Apologies' for so rudely running into you like that."
I blinked a couple times and turned my body to look at him. I raised a hand and opened my mouth to mutter a remark, but my eyes widened as I saw what was in his hands. A bouquet of nearly two dozen different types of flowers was clutched in his slightly shaken hand. The man carefully pulled out a long-stemmed rose from the bunch and held it out for me. His jagged eyes had suddenly became soft and welcoming.
"Please, take it," he spoke softly, a twinge of sadness lingering in his voice. "I work at a flower shop and I can get as many of these as I want. So it's not a problem if you take one. Please… I'm very sorry… Lo siento."
I glanced at the rose for a minute, swallowing. What should I do? Take the rose? Or just deny the obviously hurt man and walk away? His eyes were so sad and gloomy… I could barely take it…
"I'm Lovino…" I said quietly, feeling a bit self conscious. I gently reached forward and took the rose from his slender fingers. "And… seriously. Stop saying you're sorry. I understand, and I'm not mad. I don't speak Spanish, either. So stop using it."
As I accepted the rose and held it close to my chest, I looked up at the man again. His eyes suddenly sparkled and his lips formed a stupid, silly grin.
"Lovino… Italian!" he beamed. "I've never met an Italian boy before!"
My cheeks flushed red, and I could feel it. The rest of my face was completely pale and cold, except for my nose and cheeks. Freakin' emotions…
"Yeah… Well, I'm going to go…" I mumbled, turning to walk around him. I wrapped my fingers around the rose's stem, abruptly stopping in my tracks as I felt a sudden pain in my index finger. "Ow! Crap!" I grunted, extending my finger to inspect it. A droplet of blood oozed out from a prick in my finger, making me wince in pain. "Stupid thorns…"
The man grabbed onto my wrist, studying my finger. My whole face flared red and I gasped, suddenly stiffening as he held onto me.
"Ah… I'm sorry, Lovi - can I call you that?" I flinched as he said the sudden nickname. I couldn't even remember his name… How embarrassing… "I didn't think that would happen… Are you okay?"
I swallowed and looked up at him, snatching my wrist away. He gasped quietly and stared, his eyes shocked and a little concerned.
"You worry about everything, don't you?" I spat, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. He grinned after a moment and shrugged. "Thanks for giving me such a piece of crap…" I mumbled, making his smile quickly go away. My heart throbbed, almost harder than my head did. I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "You only gave me this because it'd hurt me, didn't you?"
The man stared for a moment, his mouth slowly opened in alarm. His eyes slowly closed and his head shook side to side a couple times, making me blink stupidly.
"Not at all, Lovi," he spoke softly. He slowly opened his eyes to look me in the face seriously. "Lovi, roses are symbols of love and passion. Not pain and suffering." My eyes slowly widened as the breath caught in my throat. "I would never give you something, for the soul purpose of hurting you. Even if I did just meet you." He ripped his eyes away from mine to look at his bouquet of flowers, inspecting them. He gently pulled out a pink layered flower. He held it out to me, smiling charmingly. "A carnation. The flower of Spain."
My hand inattentively reached up and took the carnation, holding it to my chest as I looked up at him with frozen eyes. Suddenly my mind flooded with thoughts and I remembered his name.
"Antonio…" I whispered quietly.
He smiled enchantingly and slipped out a small, stiff card from his jacket's breast pocket. He held it out to me, and like all the other things he had handed me, I quickly took it.
"My card," he grinned. "If you ever want to give me a call." He took a couple steps past me, then quickly turned and made a peace-sign with his fingers. "I'll be expecting your call, Lovi!" he smiled happily.
And with that, the man turned and walked down the alley, into the shadows of night. I simply stared after him, looking down at my blood-stained finger, the two flowers, and the business card. I licked my dry lips and slipped the card into my huge jacket's pocket, lifting the carnation to my face and sniffing. I exhaled wearily and rubbed my eyes again, starting down the alley without a word.
My head swam with thoughts and questions. Would I call him? Why had he given me a flower that represented love and passion? What would I say to him if I ever talked to him again?
Why did I love him so much?
Well… Now that I think about it…
I guess what happened to me wasn't a bad thing, after all.
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This time ya tittle fits very well xD