Lovino woke up yawning, and opening his eyes not entirely aware of where he was. Stretching his arms out he yawned once more and got out of the bed he was sleeping on. Oh. It was his. He didn't remember falling asleep last night. He was eating pasta, took a shower, went to his bedroom, and then Feli had woken up and hit him with a vase, thinking it was a burglar. Oh that's right. That idiot was going to pay. He looked at his phone it read 6:30. he cursed and quickly put on some pants and a shirt he found on the ground. Then ran downstairs to see Feliciano and nonno eating breakfast quietly. He stiffened a little remembering the text he got last night. What was he supposed to say?

Aha! Lovino thought quickly walking into the kitchen and sitting himself down and taking Feliciano's cup of orange juice then poured it all over Feliciano.. Feliciano whined, standing up quickly staring at his now stained shirt.

"Fratello! Why did you do that?" Feliciano asked on the verge of tears. Their grandfather gave Lovino a disapproving look before handing Feliciano a couple of napkins to clean himself.

"Nonno, I'm not going to be here for a few days." he announced acting as if the previous events had never happened. Feliciano stared at his brother shocked, and their grandfather simply nodded.

"Where are you going grandson?" he asked sipping some coffee. Lovino thought for a moment. And stared at a piece of toast Feliciano had given him.

"It's a school field trip. So there's no need to get so worried" his grandfather nodded. Lovino sighed in relief. That was easier than he thought it would be. There are some days where he just loves not being the most important one. Feliciano stuttered and grabbed Lovino's shoulder.

"B-but, I won't see you! That's not fair fratello!"

Lovino huffed and pushed Feliciano's hand off his shoulder. "Quiet bastard! It's only for a few days I'll call you!" seeming satisfied with the answer Feliciano nodded and hugged his brother ignoring the insults Lovino shouted in Italian.

He heard a knock on his front door, and Lovino ran to open it. Kiku stood there smiling politely with his backpack in hand.

"Hello Lovi, are you ready to go?" Kiku asked politely. Lovino nodded, slighty irritated that his friends had begun to use that nickname more often, and motioned for him to come in.

"Yeah, let me just grab my back pack." He ran upstairs quickly, grabbing his backpack then rushing back down and grabbing Kiku by the arm dragging him out of the house and to school completely ignoring his family's shouts. Kiku gasped trying to catch his breath since he was not built for running, when Lovino had stopped running making sure they weren't close to the house.

"Did Alfred send you the text?" Lovino asked him. Kiku nodded still not being able to talk properly. Lovino nodded his head also staying silent for the rest of the way to school.

At school (lunch time)

Lovino stared at lunch tray truly disgusted of the contents on it. A greasy hamburger accompanied by even greaser fries that Lovino was sure could give you a heart attack. Damn. He didn't have time to make himself lunch today. He glanced at Alfred who was on his right and gulped in disgust watching the boy scarf down three hamburgers. 'oh he can eat as much hamburgers as he wants without gaining a pound, but when I decide to have two plates of pasta, I gain like 10!' Lovino thought.

"That's so gross I think I'm going to throw up." Lovino told him. Alfred simply shrugged and continued eating. Today was Friday. And for two days, they had to go to another city and stay in a hotel and sing for a bunch of brats who watch Battle of the bands.

"So what was your guy's excuses for leaving?" Alfred asked slurping on a slushie he managed to bring to school. Kiku looked at him guilt filled in his eyes.

"I told Yao it was a school project. He didn't believe me at first so I had to make a fake slip on the computer." He told them. Yao was Kiku's older brother and guardian. He was pretty cool. To Lovino, Alfred and Mathew at least. Alfred laughed elbowing Mathew to laugh along with him. Said boy hit him on the shoulder and laid his head on the school lunch table a painful sound echoing after. They all flinched, but continued talking now aware that Mathew was still breathing.

"I told the old man that too. But he didn't really care" Lovino told them not realizing that he had begun to glare at the plate like he was about to kill it.. The three nodded and continued eating lunch silently until Felicks had decided to show up along with Toris who was obviously tagging along reluctantly. He waved dramatically and blew kisses. Alfred pretended to gag. Pointing at his mouth and acting like he was puking.

"Hey guys!" Felicks shouted sitting himself next to Kiku. Kiku nodded politely for a greeting.

"H-hey Felicks" Mathew said not looking up. Lovino flipped him off, because to be sincere, he was tired and didn't want to put up with that travesty's shit.

Felicks stuck his tongue out at him and sat down motioning for Alfred to make room so Toris could fit.

"Alfred! Could you like move your ass to let Toris sit?"

Alfred frowned, but obeyed and moved letting them sit down. They all stared at the two boys as if they were aliens. It was not natural for someone to go inside the five friends' bubble of friendship, or whatever.

Felicks cleared his throat. "Ok... you can like, practically feel the awkward! So anyways, I like, called Mattie and Kiku like five times and you guys wouldn't pick up! That's like totally unfair!" No one really cared and just continued eating completely ignoring the polish boy. Felicks scowled and spoke

Again.

"Then, I went to Lovino's house, with Toris, and your grampa said you were out! And I was all like 'Oh my god! Where did he go without like telling me?" Lovino snapped out of his daze and gazed at his friends. They all looked at each other nervously. They couldn't tell Felicks they were out competing in a contest of battle of the bands. Felicks told everyone everything, and that includes parents as creepy as it sounds.

"Um, we were out doing community service." Kiku finally spoke. Lovino stared at him with a mixture of 'are you stupid?' and 'seriously?'

Alfred nodded his head vigorously. "Yeah. And we were there till late like way late!" Felicks nodded his head suspiciously knowing they were lying to him, but left it at that. He would find out sooner or later. He always does. So for the rest of lunch, the seven boys sat there in awkward silence no one bothering to listen to Felicks talk about whatever went on in his head.

With BTT

"Hey amigos! Listen to this!" Antonio said with guitar in hand, motioning for his friends to sit by him. The three were already in a small hotel not many people knew about, so they were safe from paparazzi. This was also the hotel, The Bad Touch Trio requested for five certain boys.

"I'm going to sing this, when Lovi gets to the hotel! Listen!" Francis rolled his eyes.

"Yes awesome ears are listening Tonio get on with it!" Gilbert shouted motioning for him to continue. Antonio bit his lip from the excitement and cleared his throat.

" He's got both hands

In his pocket

And he won't look at you won't look at you

He hides through love

En su bolsillo

He's got a halo round his finger around you

You know that you're lovely boy hot like Mexico rejoice

At this point I've gotta choose nothing to lose

Please call my name please call my name

Mi tomate

Please be my babe please be my babe,

Lovino

I wanna kiss I wanna touch

Don't smoke that cigarette and hush

Please call my name

Please call my name

My Lovino!" At this point, Francis and Gilbert are laughing so much, they were about to pee their pants. Antonio pouted and set his guitar down.

"Que? Que es tan gracioso?" he asked angrily not meaning to speak Spanish. Gilbert wiped a tear from his eyes before coughing on his own saliva and going into another fit of laughter and coughs. Francis breathed to regain his composure and kindly put an arm around Antonio.

"You are so funny sometimes mon ami!" he declares. Antonio huffs in embarrassment and throws his guitar to the ground, gently enough for it to not break. Then, standing up he headed to his hotel room and paced back and forth pulling at his curly hair and cursing slightly. Gilbert and Francis snickered from the other room enjoying the fact that the Spaniard had actually gotten angry with them.

Done! I'm finished with the sixth chapter! So sorry it's so short and it took long for me to update! But I'm glad it's finished! There will be singing in the next chapter, and stuff so cheers and hugs and goodbyes to you alls! Love ya!

Translations

Que? Que es tan gracioso?-What? What's so funny?

Mon ami-my friendo

Fratello-brother

Nonno-grampa

DUMBLE DoRa the explorer OUT!