~Ian's POV~
This was such a bad idea. He's looking at me like he's a starving predator and I'm his next meal, just not in the literal sense. His apartment is nice, I must admit, and I'm currently sitting on his sofa, my eyes darting around - wondering if it's too late to escape this situation- when he plops next to me on the couch. I turn and look at him, seeing his cheeky smile as I try to keep my eyes from drifting down to his tan skin, with the tattoos scattered around.
"I was just thinking we could watch some movies and eat dinner, sound good?" He asked, surprising me with how normal that sounded.
"Uh sure, sounds great."
"Okay, well I hope you don't mind ordering pizza. I'm not the best cook. Also I picked the first movie and you can pick the second, okay?"
"Alright, sounds like a plan. What movie is it?"
"Insidious. Hope you don't mind scary movies.." He trailed off, shooting a smirk my way when he saw the fear that flashed in my eyes.
I don't want to seem like a pussy, so I, like the idiot I am, didn't object when he put the movie in and turned off the lights, then draping blankets over the two of us. Having him there for the first twenty minutes made it not as difficult to bear, but then he went to the kitchen to order the pizza, leaving me with the movie from hell.
When the biggest jump-scare yet happened I dived under the blankets, on my stomach across the couch. I breathed heavily for about ten seconds before I decided it was probably safe to stop being a wimp and resume watching the movie, when a weight suddenly settled on top of my lower back; nearly taking my breath away, and not in the romantic way. I thrashed around as I struggled to get my head out of the blanket cocoon, hearing Anthony laughing as he sat on me.
"Hm..I wonder where Ian could be..?" He teased, without getting off of me.
I braced my hands against the cushions and propelled my body upwards suddenly, flipping Anthony off the back of the couch. He let out a startled yell and hit the floor with a thump. I dragged myself out of the mass of blankets and peeked over the couch to make sure he wasn't dead or something. His eyes were closed and he didn't move when I asked if he was okay, so, naturally, I reached over to poke him and he grabbed my arm, dragging me down on top of him.
I gasped as my head bumped against his bare chest and my body flopped on top of his. I blushed and he grabbed my upper arms, flipping us over so he was sitting over me. Looking at his bare torso made me feel slightly insecure. I'm not fat, not even chubby, I just have a softness to my body because I don't work out like crazy and I don't eat like a health freak. And I knew I wasn't fat, but looking at him made me feel awkward in comparison.
I was dragged out of my thoughts when he brought his hands to my sides and began to tickle me, I wiggled- trying to escape- and rolled myself over, attempting to drag away from him with my arm strength. I'm extremely ticklish and I feel like if he doesn't stop I'm gonna pass out from laughing too much, he's sitting on my lower back (not putting much weight) and I'm well aware of how suggestive this would look if someone were to walk in right now.
My beanie fell off my head and I just knew my hair looked like I'd been electrocuted. The tickling suddenly stopped and I made my escape, wiggling out from under him and standing so he couldn't catch me again.
Anthony stood up as well and I noticed he was holding my beanie in his hands, staring at me thoughtfully. Imagine my shock when he dropped the hat and lunged at me, lifting me slightly and dropping me over the back of the couch, flinging me onto the cushions as he hopped over in one swift movement and pinned my wrists down above my head.
"Anthony..this isn't what friends do, stop playing and get off of me," I said, hoping the demanding tone in my voice would convince him to listen to me.
He just hummed and leaned down, pressing his lips to where he knew my sweet spot was. I bit my lip, attempting to keep my cool, and brought my hips up to try and urge him off of me. Big mistake. I didn't take into account that my hips would bump his thighs and *ahem* crotch and that he would enjoy it, causing a breathy moan to reverberate from his mouth against my skin.
His lips ceased to move against my skin and he brought his head away from my pale skin, looking into my eyes with his darker than usual ones as he breathed out a simple, "do that again. Please."
Maybe it was the slight sound of desperation in his voice, or my own willpower wearing thin, but I did it again. I slowly brought my hips upwards to meet his body and he, in return, pressed downwards. My one thought was oh. I see why he liked it so much.
He released my wrists and brought his hands to my already messy hair, tugging on it as he brought his lips to mine. Was it my messy hair that triggered him to do this or had he planned to do it all a long? I brought my, now free, hands to his neck and got completely absorbed into the kiss.
That is until his hands released my hair and trailed down my clothed torso, is he trying to take my sweater off? Oh shit.
I forced myself to drag my lips away from his and speak before he could bring our mouths back together. "Stop!"
He tilted his head in confusion and frowned. "Why should we stop? We're both enjoying ourselves, isn't that the point?"
I shook my head quickly as I distanced my face from his. "No that is not the point. I came over to watch movies as friends and if you don't sit yourself on the other side of this couch and watch that damn movie I will leave right now." I spoke sternly, like Mari and Melanie spoke to me when they were mad.
He blinked once, twice, three times and then shifted off of me, onto his own side of the couch. I separated the two blankets from each other and pulled mine tight around me.
Anthony got a call saying that the pizza man was waiting down in the building lobby for him and we both went down to retrieve it, after Anthony put a shirt on and I shoved my beanie back over my ruffled hair. I went for the simple reason of not wanting to be alone with that damn movie.
When we got down I was surprised to see a girl with light brown, kinda blonde, hair waiting for us with a box of pizza. Not much of a pizza man, more like pizza woman. What surprised me even more was the smile on her face when she saw Anthony and his smile in return.
"Hey Anthony! Good to see ya', you haven't texted me in two days. Everything alright?" Okay, they definitely know each other.
"Everything's fine, just been a little bit, uh, busy I guess." He scratched the back of his neck and glanced back at me.
The girl looked at me and practically threw the pizza into Anthony's arms before she walked over to me, giving me a bright smile. "Hi there! I'm Kalel, what's your name?"
"Ian," I mumbled, looking down and feeling awkward.
"Aw you're so cute!" She squealed while pinching my cheek and catching me off guard.
"Hey! I'm not cute. I'm twenty-three, not a child," I said indignantly.
"I didn't mean cute as in child-like cute. I meant cute as in you're cute for a grown man."
"Oh, um, thanks then.'' I responded, feeling embarrassed at how defensive I'd gotten.
Anthony was grinning behind her back and I sent a glare his way when he pinched his own cheek in a way to make fun of me. He saved me from any further embarrassment when he gave her the correct amount of money needed to pay for the pizza.
She sighed. "Okay, I guess I gotta go, see you soon, Anthony. And nice to meet you Ian!" She said, shooting another bright smile over her shoulder as she went, causing Anthony and I to wave goodbye in return.
"Well she's certainly..different." I told him as we waited for the elevator to arrive.
He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah she sure is something, that's why she's perfect to be my best friend."
When he said she was his 'best friend' I couldn't help but feel relieved that she wasn't anything..more, to him.
We arrived back at the apartment and he grabbed two plates from his cupboard, putting them alongside the pizza on the living room table. He turned on a lamp and opened the box of pizza, allowing the enticing aroma to waft out and causing my stomach to rumble in hunger.
One half of the pizza was pepperoni and cheese, and the other looked kind of different..odd. Anthony, I guess, saw my curiosity and looked slightly bashful as he told me, "I hope you don't mind that I'm vegan, that's why this half looks different." He said while gesturing to what I'm guessing was said vegan pizza.
I smiled, surprised that him of all people was vegan, and reached for a vegan slice myself; to let him know his dietary choices didn't bother me. He gave me this cheerful smile that made his dimples show and his eyes light up, and my heart began to beat just a little bit faster at the beautiful sight.
We settled in with our pizza in a comfortable silence, pressing play and resuming the movie.
I'm proud of myself, today I told Anthony Padilla no.
And maybe that vegan pizza wasn't half bad.
A.N: Surprise chapter! Leave any comments for suggestions or anything that you see that needs fixed.:)