The Summer to Remember

Las Vegas, Nevada (Again) - Part 2

Pre-Note: here we go. The part you've alllll been waiting for. Enjoy :D

Anthony:

It was four in the morning, and I was wide awake. I was nervous. I was upset with myself. It was four in the morning, and I was walking around downtown Vegas with my best friend who hated me at the moment, and I was wide awake, nervous, and upset with myself. Because I was about to do what I've sectretly been wanting to do forever. I was going to make things right.

We were walking slowly along the side of the road, where it seemed pretty deserted, even for Vegas. It was quiet, and the air was pretty cold. It was anything but a clear night; dark clouds were everywhere overhead and you could feel the oncoming precepitation in the air. I saw Ian shiver a little next to me, and I smiled a little.

I slipped my jacket off and held it out to him, and he stared at it for a minute before shaking his head.

"I'm fine," he muttered, but the goosebumps on his bare arms said otherwise.

"No you're not," I argued, stopping in my tracks. "Take it."

He stopped also and stared at the black zip-up hoodie in my hands, as if pondering this, and then sighed, taking it from me. I watched as he put it on, and he shyly murmured, "Thanks."

It was quiet again as we starting walking again, going nowhere in particular. We just needed to talk, and we needed to find somewhere... right. 

We walked along for a few minutes more, not saying a word, before coming across this little park that was completely deserted and surrounded by thick rose bushes. It was dimly lit only by streetlights around it, and as soon as I laid eyes on it, I knew it was perfect.

I brushed my hand against Ian's arm and gestured to it across the street, raising my eyebrows. He looked at it and then back at me, then shrugged.

We walked over to it, and went in to find an empty, mostly-grassy area with a giant fountain right in the middle. There was a playground on one side and an open pavillion-type thing on the other. I walked slowly over to the edge of the fountain and sat down, Ian close behind. 

I breathed in deep, feeling the cool air and mist from the fountain surround us, and looked over at him. He stared straight ahead into the darkness, his bright blue eyes sleepy and red. I felt bad for making him do this this late at night, but I couldn't wait another day to make things right.

He turned his head towards me, and our eyes locked, and something happened. Something just rushed over me.

I started crying.

I couldn't help it. I just burst into tears, sobbing violently and trembling. I covered my face in my hands and felt him timidly inch closer to me, not really knowing what to do.

I sat up and looked right at him, trying to calm down, unsuccessfully. 

"I'm s-sorry, Ian," I choked out, sobbing. "I'm so sorry. I'm the w-worst friend ever. I didn't even realize what I was doing-"

"Anthony-"

"No, Ian. Let me finish," I said, wiping my eyes and taking a deep breath. "I'm honestly so sorry. After you mentioned it, you really made me realize what a terrible friend I am. I didn't mean to use you. I really didn't. I just assumed you were enjoying it like I was, and then I realized what a douche I was, and... and I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry. You don't have to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me if I were you."

I wiped my eyes again, and looked up at him. It was only then when I realized he was crying too.

I stared at him for a moment, and he stared back at me, and I couldn't help but sob. Because I loved him. God, I loved him so much, and I have for so long, and, like usual, I fucked everything up. And he probably wouldn't even want to be with me anymore. I really pushed it over the edge this time. Every time I messed up before this I just pushed our rock closer and closer to the edge of the cliff, and this time, I had knocked it right off. And we would never be able to lift it back up.