So, this is for my sister. My first one-shot – Ack! But, I hope it's okay, 'cause I did enjoy the compliments you had to pay me with. In any case, I hope you like, sis! ...And all those other awesome people who thought this looked interesting!

Damn it... and by it I mean the fucking cold season... the fucking out-door movie theater... and the fucking jacket I was dying in. That's right, dying, at a loss for fucking life and everything in it. Damn, this jacket meets flame when we get home...

…Antonio kinda dragged me along on this stupid trip, anyway. All his idea. And Francis'. And Gilbert's. Because it wasn't my idea to watch this cheesy chick-flick about God knows what out here in the damn cold... Geez...

I guess my shivering wasn't as manly as I thought (it was manly, dammit!), though, cause Antonio turned (pausing his joining of fucking Francis and Gilbert's very loud criticism of the movie) and looked at me with worried eyes.

"Are you cold, Lovi?" "No, I'm shivering because I damn well feel like it, bastard." I scoffed, not moving my eyes from the pointless show in front of me. Antonio smiled and pulled up his sweater, tugging it off of him and handing it to me.

"Here, Lovi!~" I just stared at the bundle of fabric in Antonio's hands as if I didn't know what the hell it was. "B-bastard. I can't take your sweater... You'll be freezing your shit off, too." Antonio laughed cheerfully, a smile way too bright for its own good grinning itself to hell and back on his face.

...O-okay, so maybe he had a n-nice smile.

Not like I'd tell him that.

"I want you to have it!~" he told me with that stupid cheery voice. I looked back at the sweater. It did look warm... Damn it. I growled an inaudible sentence ending with 'bastard', took the stupid thing, and put it on.

It was really... big. I guess. Yeah, more like absolutely-fucking-enormous. You get the idea, dammit. I groaned at the thing, and suddenly Antonio had wrapped his arms around me, engulfing me in a really... uh, hug.

"Now I look fat, bastard." I grumbled, my voice muffled in the crook of his shoulder. (Francis and Gilbert: "Yeah, you do." "Pretty much, yeah.") Antonio laughed and let go of me, chuckling, "You don't look fat, you're fluffy!~" He practically motherfucking beamed at me(F&G: "No, just fat."). B-bastard.

I stared at the seat. "F-fluffy," I found myself muttering like I'd never said the fucking word before. Which I probably hadn't. There goes yet another inch of (whatever's left of) my damn pride.

Antonio grinned and ruffled my hair with one hand. "Awww, you're so cute, Lovi!~" I felt my face heat up and I swatted his hand away with the sleeve of his sweater (which didn't even try to reach my fingertips. Damn this thing.)

"Bastard, now you're gonna be fucking cold." I sputtered. Antonio laughed and replied, "You'll just have to keep me warm, then!~" Before I could even blink, the bastard leaned over and slid me into his damn lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder.

Bastard, now my face was getting warm again. I turned to look at whatever the hell was there to look at on my left.

"Idiot..." I muttered. Antonio hummed happily at my shoulder, obviously paying no attention to the movie but still staring at the screen with that damn (adorable) smile on his face. I looked back at the huge movie projection.

...Well, A-Antonio was happy... I was warm... Francis and Gilbert had quit shouting(now resorting to talking really loud)...

M-maybe it wouldn't be such a lousy night, after all.

Okay, I hope it's okay... So hey guys, in credit to my sister, check out her account: Nine or 9 You won't regret it, people, she's awesome.