Fire Starter [Book 2, BoyxBoy]

Fire Starter [Chapter 17]

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Joe's POV

The minute we got up to the room, Izazya kicked off. He slammed the door, and then slammed me against the wall. I winced in pain. 

 "I left you for fifteen fucking minutes, and come back to you and some guy on the floor?!" he yelled, his face flushed with anger.

"Izazya, calm. The fuck. Down." I sighed, "he attacked me, it's not my fault."

"And why the fuck did I have to come help you?!" he asked angrily, "Can you just not take care of yourself?"

"I was handling things perfectly fine thank you!" I finally yelled back, "it's not my fault you think you're Mr. Perfect and have to save the day every single fucking time!"

He snorted. "Yeah, you were handling things real well. On the floor, being choked. Fucking perfect." 

"You know what Izazya? Fuck you! If you're going to act like this, what's the point in me even being here?" I screamed at him, taking him by surprise. I shoved him away and walked off onto the balcony, pretty close to tears. I shut the door behind me, making the glass shudder, and leaned over the balcony, my arms folded on the top of the wooden fencing. 

I stood out there at least an hour, before I finally began shuddering from cold, tears dripping down my face slowly. I heard Izazya open the door slowly.

"Joe..." he said softly, trailing off.

"Go away, Izazya. You've done enough damage." I mumbled back, shaking him off when he tried to touch me. 

"Joe, please, I'm sorry!" Izazya pleaded. I laughed harshly.

"Yeah? Apology un-fucking-accepted. You think you're just going to get away by saying you're sorry? Well guess what, you're not!" I turned to him, which was a bad idea. He was looking at me with the saddest expression; I'd never seen him look this bad. I bit my lip, trying to stand my ground.

"Please, Joe. I... I didn't mean to go off at you like that, I was scared." He whispered. 

"Scared of what?" I asked, my voice a little softer. I saw him swallow hard as he looked down at the ground.

"Scared of losing you." He muttered, "I thought that guy... Well, he might have won you over."

"Izazya, you idiot," I grinned at him, holding my arms out, and he walked to me, holding me tightly. As soon as I had my arms around him, he began to sob. "No, Izazya, please. Don't cry..."

"I'm so sorry, Joe, I've been an idiot." He stuttered between sobs.

"No, no! Izazya, it's fi-"

"Don't say it's fine Joe, it's not," he looked up at me, tears staining his beautiful face, "I yelled at you, I could of hurt you. I had no right, no reason."

"Izazya you were scared, you had your reason," I sighed heavily. "Come on, back inside."

I led him inside, sitting him down on the sofa. His sobs ceased after another two minutes of him apologizing. I sat beside him, stroking his hair softly until he stopped and looked at me, taking both of my hands in his own.

"Thank you," he smiled at me, entwining our fingers. I grinned.

"It's fine, don't worry." I replied. I knew I was wrong to storm off the way I had, it wasn't his fault. He was an overprotective idiot, and that's all there was to it. I didn't blame him for his actions anymore, I knew why he had done what he did, and that was okay. After all, I am the one who got us into this mess with my attraction to danger; but that couldn't be helped.