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“Damn it!”
Mista muttered under his breath as he paced back and forth outside of Trish’s room in long, flowy black sweatpants and a tight white tank top he threw on in a hurry. He felt wrong without his hat. Naked, almost. But what mattered? It’s been thirty seconds, thirty since Mista has been waiting outside! Not that he was counting, of course. But if he didn’t count, he would’ve started thinking, and if he started thinking, he’d remember Giorno’s smile from breakfast that morning and immediately freak out all over Trish. He turned his heel and knocked harder on the door.
“Trish! Are you in there, for fucks sake?!”
Another beat of silence.
And then–
“Come in!”
Mista immediately shoved the door open to see Narancia and Trish cuddling atop of her bed. Some show, probably some romance drama, was going on in the background. Narancia barely looked away from the tv as Mista stormed in. Trish rolled her eyes but never moved away from the position she was with her boyfriend.
“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy here?”
Narancia’s eyes widened in recognition of a keyword when he heard Trish speak all of a sudden and looked over to where Mista was seething.
“Yo,” Narancia lazily gestured his head in greeting before continuing to watch whatever the hell was going on in that show. Mista gawked, as he turned his head back to the tv on the wall, which he suddenly saw the male and female lead kissing hungrily outside in the streets where cars could’ve seen them, before he turned back to the couple.
“First off, what the hell are you guys watching!?” Mista started off screaming his head off, pointing at the tv behind him. “Second, how did you both not hear me when I knocked on the door?!”
Mista was losing it, in the heat of the moment he felt like Fugo with his random outbursts, but this felt worse. Narancia shushed him without giving him a single glance. In frustration, Mista grabbed a fistful of his hair and took a deep breath in.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Somehow it was helping? Barely.
Trish blinked at him, and casually asked, “Mind shutting the door before you turn into another Fugo?” Mista wanted to shout again but then closed his mouth, and closed the door behind him before he had another outburst. Trish groaned, answering his questions with obvious irritation, “Hey, so like don’t diss on our show like that, first of all!”
“But-!”
“Shut it! To answer your second question, maybe I did hear you, but I just wanted to see how long it would take to tick you off.”
Mista stared at the both of them for a few moments before pointing at himself.
“You know what? I came here with a serious problem.”
Narancia ignored him but Trish dryly questioned, shifting her position to sit up a bit with her back on the pillows behind them now, “Oh really now? What seems to be the problem then that you have the tendency to barge into my room and explode all over the place?”
Mista hesitated. Suddenly, this felt like a terrible idea. He could practically hear the Sex Pistols’ tiny voices yelling at him in his mind in all directions.
‘Don’t do it Mista!’
‘Yeah, it’s gonna be a total disaster!’
‘Don’t listen to Number 2, go for it!’
‘Wahhh Mistaaaa, just go for it!’
He opened his mouth before shutting it again. And then he collected himself before deciding he was going to bear the humiliation.
“How do you ask someone out?”
Silence.
Trish’s eyes widened at the statement with Narancia suddenly shooting towards his head in Mista’s direction and looked at his girlfriend to see if she was hearing what he was. The couple looked at each other before looking back at Mista. Somebody was crying dramatically in the rain on the tv, but they could catch up later. For now….
Mista felt uncomfortable with all the attention on him all of a sudden. He laughed nervously as he tried to act more casual about it. Unfortunately, he wore his emotions as if they were his clothes. “So….are you guys going to answer me?”
“Woah, dude!” Narancia suddenly shouted out of nowhere. “You? Having a crush? So who is it?! Who is this unlucky girl?” Trish giggled from the side as Mista blushed at Narancia’s bashful remark. Trish backed up Narancia, rolling her eyes as she sarcastically added.
“Maybe its the 20kg barbell inside our private gym underground…” Narancia and Trish started to burst out laughing together as they high fived each other, with Mista growing red by the minute.
“Shut up! No, guys, I’m actually being serious!” Mista pleaded as the couple’s laughter started to die down. Trish wiped the tear that formed in her eye from laughing before smirking.
“Okay, okay fine. We’ll help. But on one condition.” She raised one finger up to emphasize her statement while she raised her eyebrow. “Only if you’ll tell us who this mysterious crush is.” Narancia nodded enthusiastically on the side.
Mista gulped, biting his lower lip. Should he really tell them? Was he really going to make a deal with the devils right now? His train of thought was disturbed as he was brought back to reality by the help of Narancia interrupting him.
“Ooh ooh! Let me guess!!! Hmmmm, is it Fugo?” Mista gawked at whatever the hell of a suggestion that was while Trish’s shoulders were shaking so hard from trying not to laugh at both of them.
“How about…..Giorno?”
That hit it.
Mista went from confused and stunned to a statue. He froze right there. Narancia was actually surprised, as Trish made a sound of bewilderment.
“No way? Giorno? I-i was just joking bro! Are you gay like Bucciarati and Abbachio?” Mista hated the way Narancia worded it. His ears turned red from embarrassment.
“Shut up!”
However nothing could save his dignity now. Trish gave him a supporting look, nodding her head as she threw him a thumbs up. “Nice! Good for you! Giorno is like the best choice you can make!” Mista didn’t know if they were just making fun of him at this point. He groaned so loudly it was almost a whine.
“So are you guys going to help me or not?”
“Yeah, of course dude!” Narancia chimed in as both Trish and him now nodded simultaneously. For fucks sake, they probably copied each other in everything they do! Mista grabbed his hair again as he sighed, reflecting if he just made the best choice so far. Trish grinned smugly as she asked in a sweet sing-song voice that felt mocking to hear.
“Sooooo, when are you going to ask him out?”
“That’s the problem…” Mista admitted, ashamedly. “I don’t know when to ask him out, and I definitely don’t know how! I was wondering if I can get help from you guys since, y’know…” He gestured vaguely between them. “You’re both already a couple. And I don’t know how Narancia had a genius plan to ask you out! Ughhhhh.”
Narancia raised an eyebrow at him, “Who said it was my idea?” Mista turned around on his heel and looked Narancia in the eye.
“What?”
“Yeah,” Trish added on. “You know it wasn’t his idea, right? But who cares, at least Narancia is my sweet boy now.” She pecked a kiss on his cheek as Narancia melted generously into her hold with a stupidly lovestruck grin in reaction.
“Wait!” Mista was confused, was it not Narancia’s idea. Well, to be honest, it was hard to believe it was his in the first place now that Mista thought about it deeply. How could have Narancia made the genius plan to:
First, make Giorno take Trish on a shopping spree
Second, with the two gone, Fugo and Mista would decorate the house in flowers, specifically mixed with roses for romance and peonies because they were Trish’s favorites, while Narancia would be getting ready upstairs to look his best
Third, when Bucciarati and Abbachio got back home from their meetings, they would help set the car be decorated with the same flowers to get ready
Fourth, Narancia would have a sign holding up asking Trish out with a bouquet of flowers, waiting in the living room when Giorno and Trish would be back for the day.
Fifth, bring Trish inside and BAM, it happened! The two love birds went on a date that night with the car as the rest of the gang were able to relax and celebrate Narancia and Trish finally getting together.
The trio started to think back months ago, back in the early summer of June…