Lovino Vargas was picking tomatoes in the garden he shared with his best friend *cough cough crish* Antonio. It was in the fall and most of them were actually dead. It was a bad waste of tomatoes...

He frowned at the one in his hand. It was orange and sad-looking. Then, against his better judgement, he bit into it.

"Bleurgh!" He spat it out. "Ugh, why is this tomato so hard?!"

"That's not the only thing hard," Antonio said smugly, working on the part of the garden to his left. Lovi froze.

"What?"

"What."