Blaaah, I'm not happy with this one...but I promise you, I'm working on an outline so it will start actually GOING somewhere. XD I'm sorry though, can I use the 'all I've eaten in the last thirty-six hours is milkshakes, vanilla coke, and ice cream' excuse? Cause it's true. Ugh, oh well, at least I got to have a foodfight with my coworkers. *THAT* was fun. haha.

This chapter was mainly added to introduce some more Blush to the fic though. Charecterization and such...

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the sprinkles in my hair.

Tony woke to the sound of ringing blasting through the speakers of his cell phone. It sounded muffled, so he patted around the bed to find it without opening his eyes. He opened them, however, when he felt a foreign object…or may I say, person, lying next to him. He sat up slightly, resting on his elbows, and looked at the blonde head of hair sticking out of a few blankets, looked around the room, and his eyebrow raised. Only then did it come to him. The two of them had gone back to Spot's apartment last night and enjoyed one another's company; however in doing so, Tony completely forgot to call his friends to ensure them that the boy he'd gone with did not end up being a psycho killer rapist. That would mean the ringing was probably David, who he was sure would scold him like a mother whose son missed his curfew.

"Is that yours, or mine?" A sleepy voice came from next to him, reminding Tony that the cell phone was still blaring.

"Oh…sorry…it's mine…" he stated and looked around the messy floor to find his pants. He looked under piles of random garments before finding his own pants thrown underneath what Tony would assume a computer chair, despite the fact that there wasn't a desk in the room. Searching through said garment for about six more rings, he finally found his cellular phone and flipped it open, not even bothering with the caller I.D., "Uh, hello?" he asked, his voice still sounding tired.

Just as he had expected, David's worried voice came blasting through the other end of the phone, "Tony? Tony is that you? Oh thank GOD. Where the hell are you?" he asked, pausing to let the Italian answer.

"I'm at Spot's apartment…" he stated, already bored with the lecture.

"Who's Spot?" The tone of voice in which this was said made Tony snap, it was not only intrusive but slightly condescending…

"The guy I met at the fucking beach yesterday! Jesus, Dave, what are you my mother? Get off my back!" He stated, he liked Dave, he really did; but sometimes he took the whole 'responsible one' a little far.

"Oh, well that wasn't dangerous or anything…" the answer was sarcastic, and Tony rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to hang up now…" he deadpanned but was interrupted by his friend.

"No, wait! When are you coming back to the hotel?" he asked and Tony turned to the blonde.

"You think you could give me a ride to my hotel? I don't have a car, obviously…" he stated and the other boy shook his head.

"Sorry, I don't got a car, don't need one; I can help you get there on the bus though…" he stated and Tony nodded, finding that answer acceptable. He knew he wouldn't need any help riding the bus, after all, he was from New York, but he wanted to spend some more time with his new acquaintance.

"Nah, Spot'll help me get home, don't worry about it." Tony stated, shrugging however the fact that David couldn't see him.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" David asked, and Tony rolled his eyes once again.

"Yes, I'll be fine."

"By the way…have you seen Ryan? He went with that other guy who was friends with Spot last night after you left and I haven't talked to him since, I was going to call him next, but if you knew where he was…" David asked, and Spot, who could hear the conversation (the speaker was loud and it was quiet in the room) told him to wait a minute.

"I'll ask…" Spot stated and knocked on the wall next to his bed, "HEY, MUSH! YOU AWAKE?" he yelled, making Tony raise his eyebrow.

"WHAT?" Tony was surprised that he got an answer, forgetting that the two friends were roommates.

"THAT GUY WITH YOU?" Spot asked, turning to Tony and asking what his name was, when Tony answered Spot turned back to the wall, "RYAN?"

"YEAH…WHY?"

"HIS FRIEND IS ON THE PHONE!" Spot called, "SOME GUY ON THE PHONE IS ASKING FOR HIM! DAVE OR SOMETHING…"

Spot then gestured to Tony to not make a sound, and then come over to the wall to listen closer. When he did he heard the conversation between the others, "Who's Dave?" Was almost definitely Mush's voice coming through the barrier.

"My friend Jack's boyfriend, he thinks he's our old Jewish grandmother or something…"

This made Tony laugh out loud, causing David, who was still on the other end of the receiver ask what was going on. A few seconds later Tony rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin, "Come on, Ryan! Get the phone!" he yelled, his answer the squeaking of the bed and the sound of footsteps going around the room. Finally there was a knock on the door and Tony got up as well, finding his pants and putting them on, not bothering with his shirt and answering the door, shoving it at his friend and then closing it once again.

He walked over to the bed and hopped on, right back next to the other boy, "So, where were we?" he grinned suggestively.

"Sleeping…" Was the smirking response he received; causing him to pout. Spot didn't waste time though, and almost immediately Tony found himself lying on his back once again.

I'm tired. But my birthday is next week...which makes me happy. I got an AWESOME response from last night's post though which makes me soooo happy you don't even know.

I love you all, you are my wonderful readers and I ESPECIALLY love my reviewers. I just hope this is up to your standards since this is probably the least proud of any of my work I've ever been. heh...*hides*