Incidents

Ch 4: The Bedroom Incident

“Ian?”

Anthony knocked on the door again.

 “Ian, come on man, we gotta get ready to go. We have that flight to New York to catch tonight.”

Anthony heard a yawn and some blankets rustling.

“M’hm,” his ears barely managed to pick up through the door.

Anthony continued munching on a blueberry pop-tart as he left to go finish packing.

Ian rolled onto his back and glanced at the clock.

12:47pm

Gotta pack. Gotta edit. So much to do.

He sat up, stretched out his arms, and yawned again. It was one of the best night sleeps he’s had in a long time, and he had to admit he felt so much better than he thought he would. The only thing that bothered him was that he didn’t remember going to bed last night.

To be honest, he couldn’t remember much of anything that happened, at least after Anthony gave him a shoulder rub.

He paused, trying to put the pieces back together in his mind but he could only remember vague dream-like images.

He remembered being really, really happy.

And feeling really, really good.

A look of dread suddenly fell over his face.

They didn’t… do anything, did they…?

A bead of sweat started forming on his fringed forehead. He was pretty doped up from pain killers, probably because he took more than the recommended dosage. He worriedly ran a hand through his hair and a sudden image of him hanging onto Anthony while twirling his hair between his fingers flashed in his mind.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled.

He hit on Anthony. His video partner. His best friend.

Dammit, Anthony’s probably gonna be weirded out just by the sight of him now. He had a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Wait, how did he end up in his room, with the lights off, the door closed, and under the blankets of his bed?

He could vaguely picture Anthony carrying him here, but he didn’t remember anything else.

Did Anthony try to do- No. Before he finished the thought he stopped himself. Anthony would never do anything knowing he was stoned on meds… would he?

Of course not! First of all, Anthony’s not the kind of person who would ever do that. He’s a genuinely nice, caring, kind-hearted person. And second, he’s not into dudes! Ian’s already established this.

And he knows he’s not into dudes either.

It had to have been the meds making him act that way, because there’s no way he would ever act that way sober in front of Anthony.

Ian was startled out of his thoughts by Anthony’s voice at the door.

“Hurry up, dude! You still have to help me edit the video!”

“Video? Oh yeah, the video! Okay, I’ll be out there in a few minutes!”

He was so enveloped in his thoughts that he forgot about packing for the conference in New York and editing. He hurriedly threw everything he needed to take onto the bed, pulled his duffle bag out of his closet and shoved enough for a weekend trip inside. He then changed into a fresh set of clothes and walked out into the living room were Anthony was on the main computer.