The rain was pouring as you stared out your window. It had been a bleak week. It matched your mood pretty well. Staring, pining after someone who would never be yours. Who might he be with now? Who holds his hand as they sit comfortably? Possible curled up together on a couch, content while the weather rages outside. Your crush on him, that hothead, who always seemed to be angry for one reason or another, was secret. You couldn't confess to anyone, but somehow, his twin, yet polar opposite brother, had figured it out. You were mortified. That shouldn't have happened. Feliciano was such a ditz that he would surely spill to his brother in a heartbeat, even though he'd promised you he would keep it to himself. Idly putting your pointer finger up to the foggy glass, you write his name, Lovino, across the glass, with a heart around it, of course. Feeling your phone vibrate as you finish with the heart, you pull it out of your pocket, seeing a text from Feliciano. It said: 'I've got a surprise for you ____!' This worried you. But only a bit. Then, you got a text from a number you didn't recognize. But, once open, you knew immediately who it was, and a light blush dusted your cheeks. 'It's Lovino, Feli gave me your number.' You quickly add him to your contacts, and reply. 'It's great to hear from you. Whatcha up to?' Only a moment later, he'd answered you. 'Standing outside your house
' Shocked, you used your sleeve to wipe away what you'd drawn on the window, and run to your front door. Opening it, there a soaked Lovino stood, all his hair matted down, other than his peculiar curl.
"Come in!" You say, grabbing his arm, and pulling him inside. "Why would you go outside when it's raining so badly?" You question, running to the bathroom to get him a towel.
Upon your return, he answers you. "I came to see you." He says easily, for once not aggravated or angry. "Feliciano told me you had something to say and that it couldn't wait. What might it be?"
You blush, hastily realizing what the goofy twin had done. "Oh, it's nothing I'm sure." The blush wouldn't leave your face, and he sensed something was up.
"Are you sick ____?" he asks "Your face is all red and splotchy. Me being here soaked to the bone won't help your sickness." He says kindly.
"N-no, that's not exactly it." You hesitantly give an answer. "It's just that
well, I really, really do like you, Lovino. Your brother was just trying to get you here to have me admit it to you."
"I know." He says softly. "He ratted you out the moment he knew. I just wanted to hear it from you myself. I feel the same, and I'm sure I've had to keep that secret longer than you."
"Oh, r-really?" You give a small start as he bends slightly downward to kiss you. It was soft and sweet, not at all like the personality you'd thought you knew.
"Yes." His honest answer melted your heart. "I'm yours, just as you're mine." He says. Not a question, but a statement. You'd captivated each other's hearts. "I love you, ____."
The rest of the night was spent curled up on the couch, watching television. It was your favorite show of course. The faint outline of the heart on your window was still visible; your sleeve hadn't wiped it all away.