What seemed like an eternity of tears, boredom, and pain, actually only equated to one hour. Though on that thought- what was up with Feli? Was he actually ill? Or was he stayingin bed all day, texting? I glanced over at Emma and sighed.

"'Sup?" She asked.

"Nothing." I murmered, as I finished off the last question on the sheet.

"No, that sigh does not warrant a 'nothing', young man. What's up?" The lady laughed, so I opened up a little.

"It's nothing big... I just get really jealous easily." I muttered vaugley.

"And?"

"Emma. You're not my therapist."

"Well, I am a responsible adult."

"Woah." I said sarcastically. "I wouldn't go that far.

"Okay, fine. But all that aside I am your friend and I need to know what's bothering you."

"Fine. So... ah, where to begin?" I murmered while in thought. "So basically, at the party the other night, I met this guy-"

"What guy?"

"Confidential."

"Fine, continue."

"Okay, so at the party Feli also met a guy- who I told you about."

"Okay..."

"Look, I'm just mildly angry with the fact that Feli left with his guy's number who he's probably texting right now, and all I know is my guy's first name. I don't even know if I'll ever see him again."

"Hey, hun, shhhh. It's okay." Emma whispered as she ran her hands reassuringly through my hair. "I'm sure he'll be at another party!"

I scoffed. "But what if he's not? It was the first time I've ever seen him before."

A silence fell between us.

"Lovino, do you believe in fate?"

"No."

"Then I'll believe for you."

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"Fratellooo..." A hoarse voice called down the corridoor. Had it not been my brother's whining catchphrase, I probably would have been scared, but the Italian word was fammiliar to me.

"Yes?" I called back, poking my head around the doorway to see the small frame of my brother huddled under many blankets.

"Can you sit with me? I'm so lonely."

I sighed, but waked into the room anyways, sitting cross-legged on the carpet next to the sofa. I raised my eyebrows when he smiled weakly at me.

"Can't you just text your friend?" I muttered warily.

"Luddy?"

"Yeah, him."

"He's in a meeting- it's funny because he said he didn't want to leave me."

"That's sweet." I smiled- or tried to smile- but I'm sure it came out more passive-agressive than intended.

"Is something wrong with that?" Feliciano asked, with a slight tone of spite kicking in.

"No, nothing's wrong." I said, tight lipped and brows furrowed. "It's just- look- I don't know."

"Lovi?" Came a worried plea.

"Yeah?" I muttered.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Feli. I love you, you know?"

"Well, I love you too. But you can tell me anything, okay?"

I sighed, rubbing my temples, and stayed silent.

"It's Antonio, right?" My brother's small voice sighed.

"I- what? No, no, who said that?" I stuttered mindlessly, still mumbling even though I didn't know what I was saying.

"Look." Feliciano said, suddenly stern.

"What?" I said quietly.

"His name is Antonio Fernandez Carreida. He owns Carreida Studios, a music company, alongside his brother Gabriel, both of which are very rich. A few sources say he's gay but mostly flirts with women. His company's number is-"

"Wait!" I choked out. "Okay, what the fuck."

"What?" Feli asked, almost too innocently.

"How do you know all this?" I half-laughed, half-sighed.

"It's so boring being ill, Lovi. I had to do something or I would have died of boredom."

"Cool. Still doesn't answer my question."

"Well, I looked at the guest list on the invetation- his full name was on there."

"And everything else?" I asked in disbelief.

"Um, this amazing new fangled thing called the internet?" He laughed sarcastically. "Oh, and so much social media. So much."

"Okay... I'm midly scared of sharing anything now because it will probably end up on Twitter somewhere." I laugged, exasperated.

"Well it wasn't just Twitter! Do you know how many people I had to pester?"

"Oh, mio dio..." I moaned. "Did you bother anyone?"

"Well," Feli began. "I asked Luddy, and he said to ask Gil, because they're like besties or something."

"So?"

"Okay, so I asked Luddy for Gil's number but then Gil had an important meeting so he said ask Francis." My brother rambled.

"Bonnefoy?" I asked confusedly.

"Yeah!"

"He's, like, friends with them?"

"Apparently? I was surprised too. So basically I rang Franny up and he told me almost everything- you know him, such a gossip- and that's where we are now. Oh, and if you want his number-"

"Why is Fran giving this information away?" I groaned, inwardly facepalming. For what he knew, we could be trying to assassinate Antonio, for God's sake.

"I don't know, but do you want his number or not because I worked flipping hard for it."

I stared ahead reluctantly, trying to come to a decision. To take his number or not? For most people, of course they would! But with me... what if I did? Would I even use it? Or just stare at my phone trying to work up the courage to send a text? What if I did send a text and he didn't remember me? Or was weirded out by how I had the number?

Ah. Fuck it.

"Fuck it. Sure."

Feliciano beamed, taking my phone from my hands, and supposedly tapping the Spaniard's number into the contacts. I noticed that Feli copied the number up from where it had been scrawled on his hand, and I smiled at the thought of my baby brother 'investigating' and being too rushed to get paper. He must have really cared.

"There you go!" Feliciano chirped as he beamed at me.

I glanced down at the number, mesmerized, as the numbers formed more. They formed a gateway. But prehaps, for now, I'd wait to let the rush of adreniline pass and my actual sense to kick in. Though as I began to focus more on the whole picture, I also realized that Feli had added both a picture and a ringtone.

"What the fuck?" I questioned, and as I inspected the ringtone, I found it was nothing other than 'Can you feel the love'. From the Lion King. The freaking Lion King.

"What's wrong?" A too innocent Feliciano asked.

Instead of arguing, I gave him a silent death glare and changed the ringtone.

"What's with the picture?" I asked, examining it.

"It's his Facebook picture." Came the simple reply.

"Oh, my god, why." Exasperation was the only emotion I could muster.

"Why what?" Too innocent.

"Why- why oh why- why are you stalking him on Facebook?"

"It's not stalking- it's gathering intelectual information through means of social media!"

"Stop. Just stop now."

"Well, you're welcome, then. Do you know how much time I could have slept for that I gave up?"

"Okay, okay." I laughed. "Thank you. Thank you so very, very much. I love you because you are the best little brother I could ever have."

"Yay! You're the best big brother ever, Lovi!" Feliciano replied- sweet naïvete laced in with his accent.

I couldn't help but smile, and as Feliciano's eyes blinked, steadily coming to a close, the moisture glinted underneath. Carefully, so as not to wake him, I gave my fratello a big hug and a kiss on the forehead, before pulling the blankets strewn across his legs over him to keep him warm.

"Lovino?" A voice said.

I turned in the direction of the sound and saw Grandpa's head poking around the doorframe. Instead of replying, I placed my index finger over my lips to silence Grandpa, before turning the lights off in the room and closing the door behind me with control.

"He's sleeping." I explained breifly.

"I see," Grandpa smiled. "Oh, Emma sent up some work to your room. She said it's just a few sheets."

Just a few sheets, huh? I sighed nontheless, rubbing my temples tiredly and letting out a big sigh.

"Oh, and there's some paperwork for you as well." Grandoa concluded.

I glanced up at Nonno, eyebrows raised and a numbing sense of confusion washing over me. What paperwork would I need to do? Usually I only had to do this sort of stuff in serious situations... then again, it was probably something to do with the party.

"I'll see to it." I muttered softly, but instead of walking away from my Grandpa, instead I grabbed him into a big hug.

"Woah, where'd this come from?" He laughed heartily, and I felt his muscular chest rise and fall.

"It's moral support." I muttered.

"For me or for you?"

Rolling my eyes, I let go of him and began to walk towards my office. Though, at that moment, I had no intention of working. I was going to be like every  other teenager in the world- glued to their phone, texting.