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Post by Matteo Corso on Sept 22, 2011 18:13:29 GMT -5
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And it happened to be a man by the name of Angelo De Luca.
Why did it make him so confused? Why did he always have to go about beyond fuming whenever they held any sort of heavy conflict? The damn guy was threading and killing Matteo's poor nerves. not that it wasn't already with a certain red head officer as best friend...
Then just because of yet another ordeal, he had made the blond teacher go out in damned midnight to walk by the beach with a pondering mind. He had grown to despise how words tend to hurt even more when it came out of the mouth of his own lover. Maybe more then the fact he had forced himself to just deal with it and put on another of his famous uncaring facades.
Sighing, Matteo walked slowly next to the gentle waves. The light of a full moon shining down and reflecting upon the blond italian and the water. He'd feel beyond soothed and happy if it wasn't for the depressing mood he was shrouding himself in. Then again it was ridiculous; Getting so confused, angered and flustered because of the one he had shared heartfelt emotions with.
Then just as on cue, he had began to remember the beautiful moments. The one that made him laugh and think brighter. Remembering the past really was a pain in a way. Because he had begun to feel doubt and regrets at the same damn time. Doubt for agreeing to this relation. Yet regret that begged him to get back this instant to the detective and lay in bed with him just to cuddle lovingly. And just thinking about this made Matteo stop his track and sat on the sand while he held a look on distress on his face.
Maybe he'd end up seriously regretting leaving Italy one day.[/style]
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Post by Angelo De Luca on Sept 24, 2011 16:03:02 GMT -5
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[style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #3d4c5f; text-align: center; width: 365px;]NOTES ▪ derrr. here it. is. 
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And he did: the beach.
Why the beach, you may ask? The male already knew somewhat Matteo like the back of his hand. The first few times that they had decided to go out with one another, he had found out Matteo liked the beach, and made sure that they would visit the beach as often as they could. With Matteo as a teacher and Angelo as a Detective, it could only be sometimes, but enjoyable for the couple, nonetheless. But, recently like very recently both of them you could say had a quarrel, or something along those lines and Angelo decided to just go about and ignore that they had a ‘’fight’ and go to his work, while Matteo went to work as well. It might appear that he doesn’t care, but he does. He just has a hard time showing it. Once again. It wasn’t like his old relationships where he didn’t give a crap much and only cared about the pleasure. He cared for Matteo, but it was very contradictory to what he said or did.
He was thinking about this while driving towards their more like Matteo’s usual beach spot: Shirumi Beach. He got out of his car casually and closed the door, putting the keys in his pockets—also keeping both of his hands IN his pockets—as he walked more into the beach, and quickly spotting blond hair. He moved towards Matteo’s direction; seeing him sitting down on the sand irked Angelo, knowing all too well that he was probably paranoid—overthinking stuff again. He stared at him for a few minutes. His hair, his back, and then he finally sat down beside him, not talking for a bit. And then, after a small silence he spoke: ”What are you thinking about?” was the only thing that left the Detective’s lips.
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Post by Matteo Corso on Sept 25, 2011 0:15:32 GMT -5
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While trying to hide his visible shivered by curling up, wrapping his arms around his legs and placing his chin on his knees, his stare hardened at the beach. And that only for one reason: avoid looking at Angelo as muuuuuch as possible. Because that damn detective was such an attention taker to poor Matteo. He'd resist today though, even if that meant get up and go away like right now. But he didn't. He sat calmly and silently mainly because he just knew his lover would chase after him.
A sigh escaped him as he finally heard the words of his lover and only replied with one single word "Stuff." he told shortly while still avoiding eye contact. Then Matteo pulled out his own reply, as if trying to actually make a peaceful conversation "What are you doing here?" he told while looking down to adjust his white shorts and looking away from the damned gorgeous blond. Why did his words sound somewhat bitter though? As if they silently told Angelo to leave him alone?
..Matteo really was the girl in this relation.
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