Bem

When I get home, my mother isn't there, of course. Ever since she got her job at the coffee shop, she's never home. She's always at work, so I never see her. I enter my room and flop down on the black bed. The pillows fall off, and I'll pick them up later. I get out my laptop, and open up Skype. Anton is also online, so I call him.

"Hey Anton," I say, joy filling my eyes. He smiles at me and I practically cry. I love him so much.

"Hey Bear, so my dad's having this crappy party, so do you wanna come over later?"

"Couldn't I just come over now? We could sneak up to your room."

"Sure, I mean that would be great. Your mom's not going to be home anyways."

"You'll need to pick me up."

"Sure, see you there!"

Getting to the house, I saw plenty of adults dancing and chatting with loud music. Avoiding the ruckus, I made my way around Anton's father who looked great in his pink suit.

"Bear!" Anton shrieks. Turning around I find myself being dragged up the middle staircase and into his bedroom where the lights are dimmed and a TV is on. He pulls me onto the bed, sits me down, and runs back downstairs.

"What the..?" Anton then came back with a box and closes the door, blocking out most of the noise from the party.

"Music." Anton pointed out.

"We listening to some?" I lay on my stomach and lean over the edge of the bed, opening the box. There were disks full of Eminem, The Weekend, Thousand Foot Krutch, Katy Perry, Jennifer Lopez, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, Tove Lo, etc. He knew Anton was an all-music lover type of person. He even had some super-classicals in there from Bach, Beethoven and Mozart. That's another reason I love him for.

"I have Netflix on but I'm turning that off." He says to me, "Who do you want to listen to?" He asks shortly after, the only light in the room flicking off; the room ebony.

Anton turns on a dim lamp and the room has a beautiful tint. I nod my head over to his collection of CD's. "Could I see what you have?"

"Suer, help yourself." He responds. I go over to the CD's and look at his music. 'Love Me Like You Do' catches my eye.

"When did you get this! This record is like super old, and it's limited!" I shriek. It's one of my favorite songs.

"Want to listen to it with me?" He asks, and I have to hold myself down so I don't jump up and grab the CD and throw it in the player. He puts it in and joins me on his bed. The chorus come on and Anton begins to sing along. "Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do." I blush. I place my hands under my chin as I rest my myself onto the bed. Anton comes up next to me and lies down. We begin to sing together.

"Every Inch, of your skin, is a holy grail I've gotta find…" He continues to sing, placing his head onto my shoulder. The song continues and I mutter, "And I'm not thinking straight…" Anton adds, "My head spinning around I can't see clear no more." He gingerly placed a kiss onto my cheek. My cheeks warmed up.

Loud steps were heard outside his door and we pulled away quickly as the door flung open.

"Anton! It's time for-" His dad drops his drink onto the wool carpet. "It's uh… Time for dinner." He picks up his glass and walks out. We both chuckle. The door opens again, "Love your outfit, Bear." And Anton's dad slams the door.

I smile goofily, because it's not easy to get in with Anton's father. I've heard he is a real jerk. Not really a jerk, but he's prudent. I snuggle in with Anton for a second. I get up holding his hand. We walk to the lavish kitchen. The ceilings are high, and I sit down at the end of a long wooden table. There could be maybe 5o spots in total. I sit at the end with Anton to my left, and Rob and his husband sit to the right.

Two servants come out with a platter of food. They start with an entre of a french onision soup. They follow that up with a duck salad. Then they bring out the main course. Rare steak with herb butter, garlic mashed potatoes, and a plethora of vegetables in a fancy pot. Then, for dessert, there was a strawberry-raspberry tart with a side of handmade vanilla ice cream.

"So, please tell me how've you been doing in school." Rob speaks up, sipping his wine. I saw Anton pull on the collar of his shirt, sweat beading on his forehead. He coughs, "I-I'm doing swell, step-father."

"Great. I'm glad. Just keep up the good work." He said that last part as a warning. He scares me.

"So, Mr. Jóse, I heard that your company Faschic is raging. I have actually planned to go there one day, it seems really cool. I love the fashion!" I say kindly, trying to break the ice.

"Oh si! I actually have something for you and your mother." He says smiling widely. He runs out of the room, and comes back with a bag. He reaches in it and pulls out a hand knit sweater that is purple, and cyan slim fit jeans. He also pulls out a lovely red dress for my mother. She will probably sell it for money when I get home and give it to her.

"Thank you, I'm sure she'll love it." Enough to sell it… I think to myself. I zone out of the conversation for a little bit, and when I'm finally back in, I lean over to Anton and whisper into his ear, "When are you going to talk about your math grade."

"Soon." He replies, tensing.

"You're flunking the class. You lied to your dad, Anton." I whisper again, this time taking a whiff of his cologne.

"Later," He snaps, "Drop it."

"Anton-"

"I said drop it."

"Just-"

"No." He jolts up and walks out quickly adding, "Excuse me."

I stare at the guests and cough, standing up, "I need to excuse myself, good day." and I follow where Anton went.

Getting to the front door, giving up on finding Anton, I open the door…

"Wait." I hear him call.

"Anthony…" I murmur to myself.

"Look. I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier." I nod, "Just, I find you pushing me, pressuring me to talk to my step-father wrong." He says.

"I'm sorry." I say simply.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going to talk to my step-dad when I feel like it, so talk later." And he turns around, leaving me at the door.