Singing-Wolf-12

"So, what do you wanna get for dinner? Chinese? McDonald's? Lebanese? Italian?" You and your best friend, Lovino, were lazily sitting on your basement's couch while watching the third season of Game of Thrones. Dinnertime was coming up and you could begin to hear your belly growling, demanding food immediately. "No. No. No. And no, I've had enough italian food in my life so far, thank you very much!" Whined the brunet. He sunk into the dark blue sofa and blew a curly strand of dark brown hair out of his face. You rolled your eyes, sunk into the couch next to him and sighed loud enough so he could hear it. He's worse than a four year old...