Not giving up on you [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 5

Glen's POV

Let me tell you, Ian is a major arse. Did I mention it before? Anyway, he'd stolen all my money and pretends to have borrowed it.

"When you ask for a permission – that's what people call borrowing. What do you need it for?" I half-shouted at him.

"That's none of your business. I'll pay you back at the end of the month, it's not like you need it right now," he said defensively. I hesitated – Ian is never defensive. My frown grew even more pronounced – he must be in some real deep shit.

"Of course it's my damn business, it's my money. Are you going to tell me or do you want to talk about it with mom?"

"You bloody little twat!" He was seriously angry and I glanced around surreptitiously to plan the escape route.

"You'd kill me if I stole your money," I argued.

Ian paused for the shortest moment. "I thought you were trying to be as different from me as possible."

"Well-" I frowned, "yeah. God, just tell me what it's for."

"Will you lay off then?"

I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. "Yeah."

"Frthwedng," he mumbled.

"What?"

Ian sighed with a scowl. "For the bloody wedding."

I blinked and then burst out laughing. Ian scowled even harder as he watched me roll down on his bed in a fit of laughter. "You – you want it for the wedding with your non-existent fiancé?" I got out.

"She's not non-existent," he growled indignantly and I quickly understood my time of having the upper hand ended.

"Why haven't we seen her yet?"

"I'm not telling you anything. Immature wanker," he said, turning around to walk away.

"Ah right, you could at least come up with some decent excuse for mom, you know. But I guess you're too dumb to-" Ian was already out of his room, where we argued, when my phone suddenly rang. I jumped out of the bed but I couldn't get to my room quicker than Ian. I saw his evil grin.

"Don't, Ian!" I yelled seconds before I froze in the doorway, watching him pick up the phone. I don't know how but I always know when it's Ollie calling me. I can feel it. And even though I wished the feeling was wrong this time, I knew perfectly well whose voice answered Ian's "Hello there".

I watched Ian's expression as if I were in a trance. He frowned a bit and then lifted one eyebrow, looking at me.

"Really? I didn't know that," he replied, grinning at me and I looked at him murderously. He made little 'uh-uh' noises as if Ollie was explaining something. "Yeah, I'm Ian, how did you know?"

I walked up to him. "Give it to me," I reached for the phone but Ian just turned his back on me.

"Did he?" he continued the ridiculous conversation, obviously enjoying the revenge. "Yeah, I am." ... "Well, thank you." Ian laughed at something Ollie said and that did it. I snatched the phone from him, gripping it tightly and running away to lock myself in his room.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about him," I said a bit out of breath, ignoring Ian's protest from behind the door.

"That's alright," replied Ollie and I could hear him smile. It immediately made me feel relaxed. "Listen, I'm calling just to say I'll come to school on Wednesday," he said cheerfully.

I froze in a mid-step. Shit. I knew he would eventually come back but I chose not to think about it until then. How was I going to behave? What would everybody say if they found out we're mates? Are we mates now? Can't I just ignore him at school? What does he think about it?