IAN'S POV.
After the last fight we had,Anthony decided not to talk to me for 3 days. I couldn't blame him though. I've been a mean jerk. That also meant that I had to do lots of the editing all by myself. Anyway,today I was going to apologize to him. No matter what,he's still my friend. I went to his bedroom. I knew he was working on a new script,so the door was closed. After a deep breath,I decided to knock.
'Come in.' I heard him say. I opened the door and entered the room.
'Hi.' I said. If the room wasn't that silent,he wouldn't have heard me. He turned his head from his laptop and looked at me.
'What do you want?' He asked in an annoyed way.
'Nothing,I just wanted to apologize for what happened. I didn't mean to be a dick.' His face didn't soften. 'You know I care about you.' I whispered. I blushed a little,but I found the courage to look into his eyes. He immediately went back to the script.
'It's okay. Apologies accepted.' I was relieved even though he didn't seem to be less angry than before.
'What do you say if today we eat Mexican food?' I asked. I was hoping for a positive answer,but I wasn't that lucky. Without even looking at me,he said.
'I'm sorry,but today I'm eating with Frank. Maybe next time.'
'Oh,I see.' I couldn't hide my disappointment at that point. 'Well,have fun then.' With that,I got out of his room and keeping my head down I headed towards the garage. I needed to go somewhere. No matter where,everywhere but here. I needed time to think.
ANT'S POV.
I heard a loud noise coming from the garage and then the sound of the engine of a car. I knew Ian was planning to stay out all day,it was his way to calm himself down. Maybe I've been to harsh,but I couldn't help it. I thought he'd accept this and understand. I never thought he'd be disgusted by me. Suddenly,the door bell rang. It was definitely Frank. I actually didn't' want to seem him right now,but I promised I'd eat something with him. I sighed and headed to the living room. Yep,it was Frank. I let him in and closed the door. Since it was raining he was drenched from head to toes. It was actually really funny to see him like this. Despite this,I lent him a towel to dry himself properly.
'Thank you for inviting me.' He smiled and took a hold of the towel.
'Oh,you're welcome.' He glanced over the room,probably to see if Ian was there. Then he finally asked the fateful question.
'Is Ian home?' I was quite annoyed by his tone and attitude.
'No,he's not.' I simply said.
'Is he going to be late?' He shamelessy asked. So stubborn.
'Yeas. I guess.' Suddenly I felt his arm around my neck. His wet covered chest was pressing hard and annoyingly against mine.
