-Ian's Point of View-
Anthony snuggled in bed, thank god it's Saturday. I feel warm kisses go up and down my neck, earning a moan from me. He smirked at what he had accomplished, a faint pink heated up my face. Anthony's kisses return back to my face. I'm glad he stopped because today I'm not ready to lose my V-card, yes I know I'm in high school, but know body wants me around them accept Anthony.
"Have you every wonder what it be like to be famous?" Anthony's question took me off guard. The question did not make me have a smart answer, so I simply just say, "sometimes" "maybe one day we could be a comedy duo."
I laughed it's been awhile since some one made me laugh like this. I felt as if I had something to live for. I can trust Anthony. His kisses stop, I look back he's texting someone with a worried expression.
"What's wrong Anthony?" My eyebrows curved up. "N-nothing," his voice was in clear distress. I hold my tongue because being curious is a bad thing, I learned that from when I asked my dad what happened to my mom.
--(Time Skip for Three Months)--
Three months we've been together, but each day Anthony got more stressed and more aggravated. I haven't Howard or seen my dad in a while, but rumor has it that he went to rehab for his drinking problems. I see Anthony's phone buzzing, he most of got a new text.
I pick up the phone and read the text:
To:Anthony
From:Josh
Ready 4 the final step of crushing Ian's heart >:-)
Tears water up my in eyes. Anthony walks in whistling a random tune. "So how's the plan working, Asshole?" His eyes opened wide. "Ian I-" "don't Ian I me, I know what your doing and I wish I never met you, you man whore, that's what you are," I shout surprising myself.
I stomped over to the door, slamming it in his face. I never want to see that dick again.
(Anthony's Point of View)
Ian was right, I am a man whore. My head hangs low, tears stream down my face. I lost him the one I truly love.
