His hand felt so soft and it almost got me from spacing out on the soft carpet. This wasn't a date though. I took a deep breath while having a break in laugh and being pulled up. I saw Ian's face with this bad-ass scar going through his eyebrow, making him look even more bad-ass than his usual badassery! I chuckled and pointed at the amusing facial feature with my free hand. Anthony giggled and took a sip of Tequila. I smiled back and felt so loved and happy that it covered completely a tearing feeling of separation that would became true in less than two weeks. He noticed my face changing and rushed with almost a hug.

But I was completely distracted by the alcohol. "I swear Ian, you looked bad but now I feel proud I had to do with your scar!" I shouted oblivious to Anthony's touch and took another sip. Was that all? Getting pissed drunk while talking nonsense to the most fantastic guys I've ever known?

"I swear I thought I'd be arrested by now! I drink here more than at home!"

Ian made this mysterious gangsta-like smile towards me. It gave me shivers, even more than Anthony's looks.

"You're in the Smosh House, Maggie. It's a magical place..." He finished with a whisper and I laughed drunkenly.

My attention went back to a man holding me and I hugged in even more.

"I don't want this to end Anthony... I'll be regretting this romance forever if it ends like that. You've caused me more heartache than any other boy I dated back at the old continent..." I recited on one breath and saw Ian clearing his throat and getting up slowly, slightly swaying.

"I'll... I'll be going guys... The party is waiting... You take care. Take as much time as you need!" He gave me an empathic gaze. For some reason I knew Ian is my best friend, the closest person ever in non-sexual way.

So not only I've found love but I also found a friend. A double bonus! In a country that doesn't let me stay long...

I sighed and forgot about Ian, even though he felt dear to me as well.

I looked back in Anthony's hazel eyes, always full with humor and darkness in the same time. Forever.

"I'm drunk as fuck again!" I cried. "Because it's the only way to cope with this horrible vision. Why did you have to fall in love with a foreigner?!"

"Maggie..." He said not even slightly disturbed. He was actually smiling a little. Indeed.

"What?!"

"I was trying to tell you but you're just all into your emotions..."

"What then? I'm missing you already!"

"Well then, stop missing me because we're here and now..."

"For now..." I replied quietly and thought how big success was the last week's video. Duck joke made even my uncle crack up.

"I've done some research and... "

"And what?" I said staring again into these two warm eyes. I fixed a bit his messed hair, thinking this emo cut feels much nicer and thicker in my fingers than I expected.

"I either help you stay longer or I'm coming back with you." He didn't even blink in that very second.

I froze. Bad taste of dry wine covered my tongue and air felt thick with summer heat. My heart skipped a bit and my mouth must had been open for a couple of seconds.

A muted grunt came out of my throat as if it wasn't mine. I started lying down on the floor. He held me.

"I talked to Ian. He understands."

I blinked and gasped for air with question marks on my face.

"But your show." "But Smosh" "But fans" It all got crumbled up in my head and twisted my tongue.

"But you barely know me and know nothing about my country..." I squeaked finally.

"So I'll get to know it!" He replied much more self-confident. "I don't need a visa to stay there for three months. Pretty damn good offer comparing to USA. Huh?" He raised his eyebrows and I felt like drinking until passing out.