"_______ got Lovino!" You looked at the perfectly ripe tomato in your hand.
"Bastard! I didn't put anything in that bag!" Your head whipped round to see Romano in one of his rages. But there was a blush on his cheeks, pale but apparent. He was wearing blue skinny jeans and a sandy toned shirt with an open chest, a choclate coloured tie hanging round his neck. He was also wearing a pair of smart brown shoes and had a pair of sunglasses sitting ontop of his head. You stood up and walked over to him. He looked at you and his blush increased a little. You were both then dragged by your arms to the closet, the door slamming. Romano let out a string of curses, punching the door. You grabbed his hand.
"Stop it." The closet was small and when he wrenched his hand away from you you heard his elbow hit the wall. You both stood there in silence for a minute, trying to each get some space, until you felt his curl brush your face. You didn't realise at the time until you brushed it away.