Jealous (Anthony Padilla)

Jade

The week of arguments, fake smiles, and more arguments seemed to last forever. We rode the bus back home, and soon I was unpacking my bags in my own apartment.

The time moved quicker now that we were home. I was able to see Anthony without fear of someone blowing a whistle in my ear. They still argued, but I wasn't around to hear it. When I was around, Ian was completely silent, hating me from a distance and keeping most of his comments to himself.

My phone began to ring as I laid on the sofa in my apartment four months later, and I answered to Anthony's voice, "Hello beautiful," he cooed and I slightly began to smile, "I want you to come over tonight. Ian went stay at Lasercorn's place. I'm waiting outside."

I grabbed my toothbrush, keys, phone, and a few other necessities before moving towards the door and walking outside to see Anthony holding a bouquet of lilies, "For you," he said with a smile and handed me the flowers, "They are fake, of course, but I thought it would be easier to take care of them that way." He said awkwardly and I kissed him softly under the stars, "C'mon, let's go." 

He drove back to his place and guided me into the house. As he locked the door he swung me around and pinned me against the wall, "I'm done with all the arguing," he said roughly, his eyes scanning over my face and resting on my lips, "I want you."

I gave in, allowing him to break down the remainder of my walls and letting him in. I kissed him harder than I ever had and let out a slight moan as his lips moved down my neck. He guided me down the hall as we kissed and we pushed into a room. Neither of us realized where we were until we were already laying on the bed, tossing our clothes onto the floor.

We stayed in Ian's room that night, cuddled close together beneath his blankets. When the sun came up I scooted out of the bed and Anthony watched as I moved towards the bathroom. He joined me in the shower, and when we got out we heard the front door close loudly. We both scrambled to put clothes on and I walked out of the bathroom casually, wearing one of Anthony's shirts. I met with him in the kitchen and he glared at me, "What are you doing here?" He asked harshly as Anthony walked in the room shirtless. He looked at both of us, "Never mind, don't answer that question." He said quickly and faced the ground.

"Ian, can you run out to my car and get my headphones, please?" Anthony asked him and tossed the keys to him. He turned away and walked back outside without a fight. While he was outside we split up, stripping both Ian and Anthony's beds to clean the sheets and not make anything obvious. When the sheets were finally in the wash Anthony wrapped his hands around my waist, resting them low on my back, "I love you." He said to me and I felt my heart leap. The words wouldn't form on my lips, but his eyes still met mine. He began to smile and rested his forehead against mine, "I know you love me too." I simply nodded.