High School//Ianthony

Chapter 22: Christmas Eve

IAN'S P.O.V.

Anthony was the first to pull away, so he could lightly kiss the tears away from my face. The tears were soon gone and we both stood there, gazing into eachothers eyes. "Thank you..." I say, smiling widely. "You're welcome," Anthony replies, smiling back. "Since its Chritmas Eve...want to watch more Christmas movies?" Anthony offered. Anthony and I absoulutely LOVED watching movies together. It was basically an excuse to cuddle and I loved that. I nodded and Anthony led me to the couch. While he was putting in a movie, I got a couple of blankets. Anthony sat down on the couch and didn't see me coming back with the blankets. So, just to play with him, "Rawr!" I yelled, attack snuggling him and laughing. After gasping, Anthony fell backwards onto the couch with me on top of him. He started laughing. "You scared me," Anthony said, still laughing. Our laughter died off as the movie started. I was still on his chest, but I moved slightly so my head could be on his chest. After ten minutes into the movie, I looked down at Anthony's arm. The words that haunted me were still there. I warned you... Guilt spread throughout me as I read the words over and over and over again. It's been two days, get over it. One part of me said, while the other was repeating the same words He's hurt and it's all your fault.

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

I look down at Ian to see him staring at my arm. His eyebrows are furrowed. "Something wrong?" I ask him. Ian shakes his head no, but keeps his eyes on my arm. I play with his light brown hair gently  "I'll be okay, Ian. I promise," Ian looks up at me and strokes my cheek with his finger. "Alright..." Ian's not just 'alright'....I can tell. He has that look on his face again, but  that's not what I'm worried about...why can't he tell me? Does it involve me? Did I do something wrong? "Can I ask you something?" I ask him. "Yeah?" "Did I do something wrong?" I question him. "What do you mean by that?" Ian asks me. "You have that worried look on your face again," I point out "I just want to know if its because of me." Ian only smiles and laughs a bit to himself. "No, its not you. You're actually helping a lot..." Ian looks down at his fingers which are playing once again. "Sorry...that probably didn't make sense. But, whatever you're doing, it is helping me," Ian said, looking back up at me once again. I had a bewildered face on, but I shrugged it off "Okay," Was the only thing I could say. After most of the movie, Ian's breaths became even. He had fallen asleep on top of me. Even though I was extremely tired, I picked Ian up 'bridal style' and got off of the couch with him still in my arms. In Ian's sleep, he buried his face into my chest. I grinned and placed him gently onto my bed. "Merry Christmas Ian," I whispered. After finishing wrapping up all the presents and putting them under the tree, I walked back to my bed. Ian was motionless, besides his chest moving up and down from breathing. I laid down next to him and the darkness engulfed me as I fell asleep...