The past hour was the usual sobbing plus hugging combo that I'd had with Ludwig yesterday. It ended with me being wrapped in a blanket, with coffee for the hangover. I gazed over at Antonio, who was cooking in the kitchen. I had almost forgotten I was living on a diet of pills and booze until my stomach had growled a couple of minutes ago. Then the hunger hit seconds after, almost making me want to throw up again.

It had all lead to Antonio in the kitchen, humming along to the radio as he cooked.

"You don't have to cook for me, Toni." I mumbled.

"Don't worry about it!" He turned to me and beamed.

A while later, I was eating paella (which to his credit was amazing), and staring at Toni, who was flitting about the room cleaning. When I had finished, I started to get up to clean my dish, but Toni pushed me back down.

"I've got it!" He cheered happily, flashing his smile at me. I couldn't help but smile as well; Toni generally did that to people.

Still grinning, Toni hopped over the back of the sofa and plopped diwn next to me. "Woah." I said, eyebrows raised.

"I know right?" Antonio grinned. "I'm like a sexy Spanish ninja."

I scoffed. "Don't know where the sexy came from, bastard."

"Hey!" The Spaniard pouted, then grinned again. "Admit it, I'm gorgeous."

"Eh." I deadpanned jokingly.

"Rood." Toni said, arms folded.

"You're, like, maybe a six." I joked.

"A six? That's harsh, Lovi!" He laughed. He was the only other person who could call me that without ne reacting. He just sounded pleasant when he said it.

"Okay, okay, I'm lying." I laughed. "You are actually really hot. I'd give you a ten."

He raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Oh, really?"

I raised a brow in disbeleif. "How do you go from happy to fucking sexy in like two seconds?"

He shrugged.

"Antonio?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"I drank all of your Sangria." I blurted out.

"You... what?"

"I drank all of your Sangria. Actually not all of it, maybe like ten bottles."

Antonio sighed, then grinned again. "You're an idiot, Lovi. I don't mind though, I can always get more. No wonder you were so drunk..." He went on muttering, but I only caught a few words like 'ten bottles'.

I sighed and nudged closer to the Spaniard, before laying my head on his lap and stretching out the rest of my body across the sofa. I was rather annoyed to say that I didn't even reach the end, but it was a pretty big sofa.

Antonio chuckled above me.

"What?" I spat.

"Nothing, you're just so short." He snorted.

"Tch, fucking bastard!" I shouted. "I'm not that fucking short, and anyways, this is a big ass sofa, it makes me look fucking shorter!" I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"How tall are you, actually?" Antonio laughed.

I sighed. "Five foot four."

"Awww!" Was the reply, so I clenched my fist and pressed down hard on that bastard's dick. He made a long 'fffff' sound, before ending it with 'fudge'.

"Whoops, my hand slipped." I deadpanned jokingly.

"Ow." He replied.

"You're welcome. Toni?"

"Yeah?" He seemed back to his happy self again.

"How tall are you?" I mumbled.

"Five foot ten." He grinned, obviously proud of the wide height gap between us.

"Fuck you." I spat.

"Beep you too." He replied in a a singsong voice, and I broke into a fit of laughter .

"Did you just... say beep... instead of fuck?" I said through bursts of laughter.

"Yeah! I don't want to say bad words." Toni retaliated.

I broke into a whole new fit of laughter. "Bad words? Oh mio dio, how old are you?"

"I'm 26." He pouted.

"You miss... my point..." I heaved.

"Lovi?" Antonio giggled.

"What?" I said, glugging the last dregs out of my coffee.

"When did you last have sex?"

I can honestly say I almost choked to death on that coffee. When I did finally swallow it down, I turned to him.

"The day before..." I answered, but I couldn't finish it.

"I get it." Toni reassured. "Did it hurt?"

"Why are we talking about this?" I asked. He just shrugged, so I continued. "Yeah, it hurt. He said I was getting too wide, so we didn't have sex for a month to help me tighten up. So yeah, it hurt."

"Ouch." Toni said.

"Yeah." I muttered. "You know when someone leaves you but you want to have sex with them again?"

"No." Toni laughed.

I smiled a little. "Well, I feel that. I kinda want to... hate fuck."

"Wow. Hate sex or spite sex?" Toni laughed.

"Hate sex. And spite sex. I wanna get fucked by him but also let him watch someone else fuck me. Really good fucking sex. I want him to be jealous of how much I'm fucking orgasming over someone else." I grinned, and sunk further into my blanket. "Is that weird?"

"Not in the slightest. I think we've all been there at some point." Toni reassured, and I smiled.

I reached out to grab my overnight bag, and pulled out some pyjamas. I was sober at night for once, why not spend it comfortably? I stared at the pyjamas (which consisted of a baggy sweater and, even for me, very short shorts), and sighed.

"I wanna sleep in a bed..." I groaned.

Antonio cocked his head to one side, which I noticed was a habit of his. "Where have you been for the past couple of days?" He asked.

I scoffed. "You're sitting on it." I thought for a second. "Come to think of it, I haven't even been upstairs. Or outside, besides from... yeah."

"Hey." Toni said. "Do you wanna come to mine?"

I smiled and threw my arms around Toni. "Oh God yes. Get me away from here." I quickly stuffed my pyjamas back into my bag, grabbed my handbag and slipped on my shoes. Toni grabbed his bag and put on his shoes as well, before taking out his car keys.

"You got everything?" He asked. I nodded, and we walked out into the nightime air. I locked the door behind me with my key, then considered putting it through the letter box. I decided against it and slipped in to my pocket as I climbed into Toni's car. He started it up, and I didn't look back once. If anything, I felt relieved. I fell asleep on the journey, but I soon woke up whe Toni stopped outside his block of apartments.