Author's note:
I'm going to go ahead and tell you now, that this chapter will be short. I just think that i haven't posted in a while and it makes me feel guilty when i do so, so ill just have to get whatever i can into this chapter, but anyway, thank you for Ur patients.
They were sitting at the table, eating their dinner of Chinese take-out. It had just been an awfully lazy day, just enjoying their peace while they could. Seeing that they only had until next Monday, which was in two days, and God knows when Anthony's mother would show again.
Not one of them spoke, they were too deep in thought for that. Just thinking about their plans, because, in reality, they really couldn't live here forever.
"Ian," Anthony speaks out. Ian looks up at him in reply, his eyebrows raised as a sign to continue.
"Do you think we should stay at your mom's house, you know, until we can actually get settled enough to find our own?"
He nodded his head, "Yeah, of course. You heard it from her yourself, she would always let us stay."
Anthony sighed in relief, they had everything planned out for the moment. They could finally rest without the whole world finding itself a place upon their thin shoulders.
Ian's eyes suddenly hardened, staring, blankly, off into table. Practically burning holes into the old wooden material. Anthony reached out to place a hand on his bicep.
"Ian, are you alright?" Ian jumped in his chair, looking at him with startled eyes, before relaxing and simply shaking his head.
"Yeah, it's just...I can't believe this is happening to us..." He whispered in disbelief. Anthony replied, closing his eyes sorrowfully, "I know, so much has changed."
"If you just hadn't taken me to your house that night, we would still be chillin' at home, watching T.V..."
Anthony found himself nodding when suddenly, his head felt hot with anger.
'If I hadn't taken him, what the hell is he implying?'
His eyes snapped up to him, narrowing in suspicion. "So, your saying this is my fault?" Anthony said, his voice raising. Ian gazed up at him in realization, probably of what he'd said. His mouth hanging open and closing like a gold fish, but still not saying a word.
"Oh, okay, so you think I'm the whole fucking reason we are here now, huh? Is that what you think?"
Ian stood up, but he was still silent, his face was still frozen with a blank look as he looked back at Anthony, staring at him as he screamed afflictive words into his face, showing no signs of emotion.
"Sure, sure, like you had no part in this. You were the one who was freaking seducing me in the living room." It outraged Anthony even more to see that Ian wasn't even stepping to defend himself. As if he was just accepting that this is what happened.
"And you aren't coming to defend yourself? Oh, right, you can't. That's usually me who does that for you, because you are too weak to stand up for yourself, you coward."
Ian flinched, the first sign of life he had seen from him since he had begun talking.
"Do you just not care about us anymore, you just don't think it's worth the energy to stop me. Maybe, I should do that too! Maybe, I should just give up on you, and let go of us! Maybe, it's just not worth the trouble!" Anthony screamed, leaning forward to yell the last of it into Ian's face.
There was a moment of silence, before Ian's face finally crumbled, tears pouring in rivers down his pale face, sobs racking out of his lungs, and dragging shudders from his body. His head was shaking, vigorously, back and forth as he backed up, opening and running out the door. The room suddenly falling into an eery silence.
Anthony was frozen. He couldn't move. He had suddenly resumed in what Ian had been previously doing, staring blankly at the ground, as a mass of thoughts ran through his head. He was suddenly reliving what he said, and he could feel his breath quickening and the panic rising as he was suddenly going through a panic attack.
"Maybe, I should just give up on you, and let go of us! Maybe, it's just not worth the trouble!"
Anthony suddenly fell to the ground, in a heap of sobs at what he had done. He had ruined them, it wasall his fault. And now, Ian was gone, he had hurt him.
Oh God, help him.
