Ian sat on his bed listening to Anthony on the phone, something that he normally couldn't do when Anthony was in his room, but it wasn't too difficult to hear him arguing from where he was.

It had been two hours already and Anthony was still arguing with his girlfriend.

Ian sighed and thumped his head lightly against the wall behind him over and over again in frustration. He glanced at his own phone for the hundredth time that minute and snatched it quickly when it buzzed.

Melanie.

While Anthony had been verbally arguing with his girlfriend, Ian had been texting back and forth his repeatedly for the past hour because she was at work.

Just as Ian had pressed the send button, he quickly realized how quiet it was. Anthony must finally be off the phone now.

God, he felt like an ass.

One night, that's all it took to destroy two relationships and one friendship.

He had to do something. He might have already lost Melanie, but dammit if he lost Smosh.

He stood up; ignoring the buzz coming from the cell phone left on the bed and went to make things right with Anthony.

"Anthony, can we talk?" he asked the door.

He sighed.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean to fuck everything up." He waited.

Anthony opened his door.

He looked exhausted.

"I know Ian," he said, blinking a few times while standing in the doorway.

"I was kind of being a dick earlier. I know you were drunk and these things sometimes slip out. Fuck," he leaned against the door and ran a frustrated hand through his dark hair.

"Look dude, I've been thinking a lot and there's something I wanted to say. Well, I've been wanting to say for a while now," he took a breath. Ian looked at him, unsure of what to expect.

"I wanted to say sorry." Anthony finally sighed.

"For what?" Ian asked.

"…for, you know. Ending things between us the way I did. It was kind of douchey the way I left things, and yeah, it was even douchier for me to expect us to go back to being friends right after when you were obviously hurting."

Ian hadn't expected this. Anthony seemed so… forgiving all of a sudden. It was… strange.

"Don't worry about it, man," Ian replied, slightly awkwardly. "Um, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Anthony said.

Ian suddenly felt reluctant.

He swallowed.

"If you could… change what you did… I mean, do you regret…"

Ian couldn't find exactly what he wanted to say.

Anthony suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"Ian," Anthony cut him off.

"Kalel and I decided to stay together."

A sick feeling suddenly made its way into his stomach. He shouldn't have expected less, but the news hit him fast.

"Oh. That's good. I'm glad," he smiled.

"Me too," Anthony smiled back. "She said she would only keep working at our relationship if I agreed to go to couples therapy, though."

Anthony didn't seem too happy with the arrangement, Ian noticed.

"But I still love her. I don't wanna lose her."

Ian nodded in silent agreement, averting his eyes.

"What about you man? What's going on with Mel?"

Ian sighed.

"We were thinking it's best if we broke up."

Anthony looked shocked, then concerned. "Oh god dude, I'm so sorry," he sympathized.

Ian shook his head. "It's not really over what happened last night. There's a lot more to it than just that. I think we both knew having a long distance relationship wouldn't work out in the end. I think last night was the final straw for her or whatever."

Anthony looked down at his feet and lightly kicked the door. "I can't blame you. I can drive up and see Kalel. You have to fly across the country to see Melanie."

"Yeah. Plus her parents never liked me," Ian frowned.

"That's harsh," Anthony concurred. "It took me a while to win Kalel's parent's trust. Her dad still keeps telling me to get a real job." He laughed a little. "Did she say anything about us though?"

"What do you mean?" Ian asked.

"I mean, being together before."

"Oh. She said she wasn't surprised. I think she kind of knew I was bi though." Ian bit his bottom lip and looked down.

"What makes you say that?"

"I dunno. Just certain comments she would make here and there."

"Oh," Anthony said.

"She said that whenever we have sex, it was different than it was with other guys."

"Well, how many guys has she been with before?" Anthony asked. "Didn't you guys start dating when she was nineteen?"

"Yeah…" Ian trailed off. "She told me she was only with three other guys, I guess. But she said I'm just… different."

"I think I kind of see where she's coming from though. I mean, not that I've had sex with any other guy besides you." Anthony sat down on the floor of the doorframe.

"So I'm the only guy you've slept with?" Ian asked, a little hesitant.

"Yeah…"

"Have you… thought about being with another guy besides me? I mean of course, before you started dating Kalel?"

Ian could tell Anthony wasn't really comfortable talking about this. "Um… not really. I kinda just… wanted a normal relationship I guess."

Ian felt a pain in his chest. Anthony realized what he had just said.

"No, t-that's not what I meant…" Anthony tried to take back what he said, but it was too late.

"No, I understand what you're saying. I'm not normal," Ian mumbled. "I'm a fucking freak 'cuz I like both sexes." Ian looked up at the ceiling, blinking back tears.

"Ian, you know that's not what I meant," Anthony tried to explain, but Ian slowly began walking to his room.

"Ian!" Anthony got up and caught up to him. He put his hand on his shoulder but Ian jerked it away.

"Don't fucking touch me, Anthony!"

"Ian, I'm trying to tell you that…"

"Fuck off!" Ian slammed the door to his room in his face.