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I really wish I could hate

Idiot, stupid damn idiot. Fucking drunken idiot.

Lucci really shouldn't be so angry right now, because of this -it's so typical!- but nevertheless he totally loses his self-control.

'I hate him' , he whispers coldly.

'Of course you do. You hate everybody. You are you, Lucci.'

Pff, Stupid Bruno! He knows nothing.

Well of course he does not. Thankfully! Lucci would go through a lot of shit, if somebody found out!

Damn shit! Starting a romance with a person he should spy out on a highly important mission- Oh yeah he would really get in trouble.

But Lucci is not stupid, no definitely not! He knows how to hide the things he doesn't want anyone to know. Like the things going on between him and that stupid blonde jerk, who's half lying on a desk in Bruno's bar because he drank too much again.

'I really hate him!' He just has to say it again, although he knows that it is a total lie.

If Paulie was awake now he would pull Lucci by the hem of his shirt closer, smirk, and just say in a shitty voice : 'If ya hate me, why'd you fuck me every night then, hm? There are so many other men and women who totally adore ya, Lucci. You could also fuck 'em! But you don't, no you don't! Because you want ME'. And that jerk would be right.

Why? Lucci doesn't know. Unfortunately Lucci really wants Paulie.

Maybe that's what people call fate. Honestly? Lucci hates this kind of spiritual shit!

But otherwise he cannot explain why the hell he fell for this -Idiot, jerk, dumpass, fucking stupid asshole.

But as Lucci carries Paulie out of the bar, like a dozen times before, he can't ignore the fact that it is a beautiful sight: His cute lover in his arms, lightly snoring and cuddling closer to Lucci's chest.

And then, Lucci thinks, that maybe, just maybe, he won't be so angry anymore when he will be lying next to Paulie in his bed, stroking a blonde strand out of his adorable face and watching him sleep peacefully.

And then maybe, just maybe, he will recognize again why he is so badly in love with this blonde jerk.

'Because you're the only person in this world that I really wish I could hate.

Did you hear me, Paulie?

I wish I could hate you.

But I can't.'