Tear In My Heart- SeaChaos

Chapter 8

Once the two men were done getting ready and ate their breakfast, they made their way to the convention center.

"It's cold." Adam whined, pulling on the strings on his jacket.

"Well, it is March in Boston. It's going to be a little colder than California." Anthony said playfully.

"I don't like it. It's like 5 degrees outside." Adam pouted, trying to not shiver as a gust of wind blew by.

"Look, we're here!" The Italian yelled out, running up to the big doors, with Adam trailing behind him.

Getting through security was easy, and they made their way onto the convention floor, creator lanyards around their neck.

Throughout the morning, Adam and Anthony met with lots of different fans. Every time a fan came up to them, it would put a smile on their face. Knowing that so many people watched them, and enjoyed them, was amazing. Some even said that they helped them be able to come out to family members and friends, which is the best gift that either of the two YouTubers could have received.

When lunchtime rolled around, the two men were still meeting up with fans, signing and taking pictures. It wasn't until Anthony's phone vibrated in his pocket that he truly realized what time it was.

Where are you? Did you bail on me?
-M

"Shit, Adam! I forgot about the mystery person I was supposed to meet! I gotta go!" Chilled blurted out quickly, taking off.

Adam turned around and saw all the fans had disappeared, so he decided to follow his boyfriend. Better to be safe than sorry, right?

The Italian made it to the food court in almost no time, taking out his phone to reply.

I'm here. Where are you?

"I'm right here." Was whispered directly into the unsuspecting man's ear.

"AHHHH!" Anthony yelled, taking a few steps back quickly. This resulted in him tripping over his own feet, falling face-first into the ground.

"Shit, Anthony! I'm sorry! Let me help you up!"

Chilled sat up, staring at the person in front of him with wide brown eyes. "M-max?" He whispered softly, quickly scrambling to get back on his feet.

"Yeah, are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you." He extended a hand to help, frowning when the other denied it and scrambled to his feet on his own.

"I-uH...." The Italian stuttered, backing up slowly.

"Is something wrong Chilled?" The Mexican said, taking a step closer, causing Anthony to keep walking backward.

"Are..A-are you the one that's-that's been texting me?"

Max smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah... I guess. Kinda wanted to say it in person but I couldn't wait any longer. Plus I wanted to get you away from Adam for a little bit. Talk, with just the two of us."

Little did the two men know, Adam was hiding behind one of those cheap fake plants that are always all over malls. He was watching as the scene unfolded in front of him, debating on when to get involved.

"But... Why? You know I'm happy with Adam! Why try to ruin that?" Chilled exclaimed dramatically, flinging his arms around as he did so.

"Because." Max grabbed Anthony's wrist, bringing him closer. "I've loved you way longer than he has. You deserve better than him. I could treat you the way you need to be treated."

The Italian frantically looked around, noticing they were in a less populated area of the food court. 'Shit. Shit! What do I do?!' Were his frantic thoughts, forcing himself to take a deep breath before continuing.

"Uh, that's nice Max, but I love Adam. I'm sorry, really, I am."

The grip on Anthony's wrist got tighter as Max's eyes darkened. "You may love him, but he doesn't love you. I know for a fact, and I can prove it to you."

Chilled yanked his wrist out of Max's grip, rubbing it softly as he glared at the man in front of him. "Oh really? What proof would you have?"

"I didn't want to tell you this..... But Adam is cheating on you."

The Italian's expression immediately saddened, before his eyebrows knitted together as he frowned. "Max, that's low, even for you. I know Adam would never cheat on me. Unless you have physical proof of this so-called 'cheating', then leave me alone. You really need to get over yourself, Max. This is just becoming really sad for both of us. For you to stoop that low is just unbelievable to me. Just let me get back to my booth, and you can go back to whatever you were doing before you came trying to ruin my perfectly fine relationship."

Adam smiled from behind his hiding place, whispering softly to himself. "That's my Anthony."

Chilled started to walk away before he was pulled backwards, and pushed against the wall.

"Chilled, please. Just give me a chance." The Mexican whispered against Anthony's lips.

He put his hands against Max's chest, trying to push him away. "Max, you are starting to scare me. Come on! Just let me go and we can just pretend that this never happened. I won't even tell Adam..... Just please let me go."

"No." Max said roughly, before pushing himself against Anthony more, and connecting their lips.

This is when Adam decided enough was enough, storming over to the two, fists clenched. He pulled Max off of Anthony, violently throwing him to the ground, but not before he punched him square in the jaw.

Anthony's eyes widened, looking from Max up to Adam. "A-Adam? I-it's not what it looks like! He-he came onto me! I swear! It-." The sputtering man was stopped mid-sentence by a pair of familiar lips covering his own.

When the two disconnected, Adam smiled. "I watched the whole thing. You don't have to say anything. I saw you try to push him away more than once, and he didn't listen."

He then looked down at the man that he shoved to the ground with a scowl. He bent down, getting into Max's face. "If you try to mess with my boyfriend or me again, I swear to god you will get more than just a bloody nose next time. Understood?"

The Mexican nodded, holding his nose as blood dripped down his face, landing on the tile surrounding him.

"Good." Adam muttered as he stood back up, taking the Italian by the hand as he led him out of the food court and back to the convention floor.