Somewhat bratty and possibly quite narcissistic
"What the hell are you looking at?"
Oh yeah, he's also pretty perfect, with his sunkissed skin, that cute hairstyle and those gorgeous eyes, which are a unique shade of brown that's almost and very slightly green. From your observations, you have concluded that his eyes remind you of an early Autumn day.
You could probably stare into those eyes all day without getting bored.
His accent, too, was quite mesmerising when it wasn't used to rant quickly on and on. And, erm... His personality. As weird as it may seem to others, every time he managed a smile, your heart fluttered. It was a sadly rare occasion, like a double... No, triple rainbow.
Yeah, his 'true' smile didn't happen very often. But that smirk of his was often cute enough, anyway.
It has become apparent to your undeniable attention that you have developed quite the crush on the Southern Italian boy, and it was beginning to drive you a little bit, just a very small, teeny-weeny bit... Uh, crazy?
And he has no idea about your crush on him. Nor does anyone, really. Not even your currently closest friend, Feliciano (then again, Feliciano was everyone's friend. It was rare to not have him as a friend, considering his adorkable persona). However, it was completely against your intentions to let Feliciano know about your feelings towards his older brother. It'd just make everything really... Awkward? Embarrassing?
God, you had no idea.
You had an exam coming up, and had (out of desperation), tried to organise a study-buddy session with your classmates at the local 'Costa Coffee' shop. Unfortunately, Feli and his elder brother (who had apparently been forced to supervise him and was grabbing a cup of coffee before leaving) were the only ones bothered enough to attend. Because of this, and by Feli's very nature, very little studying had been done, and instead, you had chattered on about the school days so far until Feli had quite quickly noted he had to go to the restroom and left you and his elder brother alone.
Which brought you to present date.
"I said," He spoke up. "What the hell are you looking at?"
Oh, crap. He must've caught you. You shake it off. "Sorry. Went into a trance."
"Jeez, you looked like one of those girls in those horrific romance films."
He could not have been any closer to the truth. You decide to retort with a feisty tone. "What the hell are you on about?"
He shrugged lazily. "Whatever. Never mind. So... Erm, why am I here again?"
You rolled your eyes, tone sarcastic. "God, you're such an attentive brother. I'm throwing a party at Costa coffee. When everyone arrives, it'll be great. Lots of booze, party music... Making out."
"Pfft. As if!" He looks around the quiet and pleasant café. The only other people seemed to be elderly women. "Nice crowd. God, Have you ever even kissed a boy ?" He asks, raising a brow in question. "Or, girl. Whatever you're into."
You blush. Did he really just ask that? "So what if I have or haven't? What does it matter to you? " You reply in defense. "You're probably just checking to see if you're the only one who hasn't kissed!"
"S-shut up!" It was his turn to allow his cheeks to redden. "What do you know? You're just Feli's stupid, little friend!"
"...You actually haven't kissed anyone?" You were surprised. Surely, someone as gorgeous as him must've snogged someone!
"...Of course I have!" He snarled with annoyance, pouting afterwards.
You felt giddily courageous as you tilted an eyebrow and smiled sweetly. "Oh yeah? Prove it."
"Whaaaaat?! How am I meant to prove that?"
"You're so in denial." You remarked. "It's kinda cute, really. I guess it doesn't mean that much, I suppose. I mean, a kiss is a kiss, right? I just didn't expect someone like you to..." You trailed off as you noticed he was glaring at you with his whole face red, and his brows furrowed. He seemed to, strangely enough, be staring only at your...Lips?
You frown. "Hey, are you okay-"
You have little to no time to react as he brings his body forward, craning his neck and swiftly presses his soft lips against yours. You freeze, eyes widening, hairs suddenly on end, and disbelief that this is reality is running rampant through your mind. However, as you smell and taste the rich bitterness of the coffee that was on his lips from having just been sipping at a cup, you realize that this is all very real.
And with no further hesitation, you counteract his motion by moving your lips against his. You figure he must have been surprised by this, as he stops, but then he pulls away. Disappointed, you look at where he's suddenly staring at with an awkward and silly grin on his face, cheeks as red as the tomatoes you often see him munching on.
Of course, he seems to be looking at Feliciano, who must have returned back from the restroom, and is now staring at you both, wide eyed and with the expression of a lost puppy.
"Erm...Did I miss something?"