Pausing in front of the window, I watched as the rain poured down, pattering endlessly against the glass.
A shiver ran through me, imagining how frigid it was outside and I returned to the couch, slipping beneath the blankets and sighing, grateful for the warmth.
Suddenly, my feeling of cozy security was interrupted by a loud, vigorous knock at the door.
"[Name]!! Please open up! It's really cold out here!" A voice with a familiar accent begged from outside.
Climbing out of my comfy nest, I slipped on my slippers and quickly undid the locks, pulling the door open.
Standing before me, was my Italian friend, shivering and soaking wet, yet he still managed a weak smile.
"Feli!" I exclaimed, pulling him inside. "What are you doing out at a time like this? You could get sick."
He pulled me into a big hug, getting my pajamas all wet and laughed merrily. "I really wanted to visit you! But after I started out on my walk to your house, this big storm came! So I just kept going."
"Why?" I stared at him in confusion as he pulled away.
"Well," his lovely brown eyes lowered in sadness. "Fratello said he would hurt me if I tracked any more mud or water into the house." Looking back up, he caught me gaze. "Plus, I missed you!"
I felt heat rising in my cheeks and managed a smile. "Aw, I missed you too."
"Oh!" the brunette quickly rifled around in the bag he was holding, which was also quite wet.
"I brought you something!"
"Really?" I watched him curiously as he produced a small package of something.
"Ta da~!" He beamed holding it up so I could see. "It's pasta! My grandpa brought it back for me from Italy when he was visiting our relatives."
"Wow!" my eyes widened and I took the package from him, gently. "Thanks! Are you sure you want me to have it?"
Feliciano nodded excitedly. "Yeah!"
Then, blushing a little he added, "I thought
maybe we could eat it together?"
My heart beat increased and I nodded gently. "Y-yeah! That would be great!"
We stood in awkward silence for a moment before I remembered he was still standing there, shivering and dripping rainwater all over the floor.
"O-oh! You should probably
change out of those clothes. You could still get really sick."
He nodded slowly. "Yeah, that sounds good."
"Okay. Follow me." Carefully taking his hand, I led him to the guest room of my house where I recalled my father had left a couple of t-shirts and a pair of sweats as well as some other old clothes. Pulling them out of the dresser drawer, I handed them to Feliciano.
"Here. You can wear these for now. In the meantime, I can put your clothes in the dryer, okay?"
He smiled again. "Okay! Thanks [Name]!"
He shut the door behind me and I headed back to the kitchen and began to boil a pot of hot water.
Pasta sounded pretty good right now.
~ * ~
"Since I want to see your smiling face
Come on, Let's boil hot water!"
I hummed along to the familiar song as I began to pour some of the pasta in and watched in delight as the steam began to rise. About ten minutes would do.
A few moments later, I became distracted as Feliciano exited the room, sporting his new outfit and I couldn't help but think how adorable he looked.
"Ve~! What do you think?" He happily spun in a circle, modeling it for me and I laughed.
"You look great! Are you comfortable?" He nodded and I smiled. "That's good."
As he plopped himself on the couch and snuggled under the blankets, I scooped up his old wet clothes, deposited them in the dryer and returned to the living room after checking on the pasta. Nearly ready.
"So!" I turned to my guest, running a hand through my [h/c] hair. "Do you want to watch a movie? I'm fine with anything."
He beamed at me. "Do you have lady and the tramp? I love that movie~"
"Okay! Sounds like a plan!" grinning, I squatted beside the T.V. stand, and rifled around in the cabinet below. "Bingo!"
My fingers closed around the case, and I pulled it out, blowing dust off it. Jeez, it's been a while.
I set up the DVD and pressed play, watching the opening credits roll for a moment before turning back to Feli who was gazing at me expectantly.
"Ah, I'll be right back."
"Okay!" He smiled and turned his focus back to the movie.
I stood there, watching him for a moment. He looked so happy
Then snapping back to reality, I realized I had better check the pasta.
~ * ~
Sighing at the lovely smell of the pasta, I grabbed a couple of forks and bowls.
After scooping out a couple of healthy-sized servings, I added the sauce, which I had been able to make fairly quickly, and hurried back to the living room.
I couldn't wait to see the look on Feli's face.
" I whispered, entering the darker room, not really wanting to interrupt the movie.
"Ve~ what is it, [Name]?"
"Look what I brought~!"
His eyes widened as he saw what was in my hands. "Is that-?"
I nodded happily and handed him a bowl, sitting myself down beside him and slipping under the blankets as well.
It smells so delicious~ Grazie!"
Just as we were beginning to dig in, the ever so famous spaghetti scene had begun and I bit my lip to stop the grin that was forming.
This was too perfect.
Before I knew it, Feliciano was humming along to "Bella Notte" and I couldn't help but giggle.
Could there be a more perfect evening?
I hadn't realized how hungry we were until I noticed that we had both finished our bowls of pasta before the song had even ended.
Sighing, I leaned against the adorable Italian and he put his arm around me.
"[N-name]? Can I tell you something?"
"Sure Feli! You can tell me anything!"
I looked up at him and beamed. He smiled back but still looked nervous.
"It's just that I
My eyes widened in surprise. Then, smiling again, I leaned closer to him.
"I love you too, Feliciano!"
And just like that, our lips met. Just like the two canine stars on the big screen.
I guess I stood corrected.