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William

My hands gripped tightly on my steering wheel as I glanced at my GPS. I was only half a mile away from Anthony's house and I felt nervous.

What if his parents don't like me? How long will I be able to stay over? What if he thinks I'm boring? What if he just needs a friend and I was the only option? What if I'm awkward?

So many thoughts and questions swirled in my head as I turned down a long road.  Calm your tits, Will. He just wants to hang out, don't get your panties in a twist.

I inhale sharply, staring at the house in front of me. The address was correct and the car outside looked fiamilar, so I think it's his.

It was a nice house, like every house in this town. It was a bit smaller than mine, but 7 people lived in mine. I think he mentioned he had a younger sibling once, maybe not.

My fist knocks against the door, quickly adjusting the blue, long sleeve shirt I was wearing. Pulling my sleeves down a bit, I nodded slightly in improval.

The door opened, revealing Anthony, who instantly grinned at me. A black t-shirt clung to his toned muscles, making me feel extremely small.

He has muscles, you're just fat, Will.

"Glad you could make it." Anthony spoke, opening the door a little wider, gesturing for me to come in. I just send him a smile, hesitantly stepping into the house. "No one is home right now, so we can do whatever."

At least I don't have to meet his parents. I always freak out when that happens.

"Oh, okay. Cool."

Anthony motions for me to follow him, leading me through the house. I scan the rooms we walked through, noticing the lack of decoration. I had no place to talk though, my room was just as plain and dull.

"This is my room." He informs me, opening the door to a room. He pulls me inside it, allowing me to observe it.

It was a nice room, very simple. I liked it. It didnt have any special touches or anything.

Then again, they just moved here, so they probably haven't thought to decorate. Maybe they need to paint and are holding it off.

"So, what do you want to do? Eat? Play video games? Watch TV?"

I shrug, scanning his room once more, "anything is fine with me. It's your house so..."

Anthony stares at me for a moment, his eyes trailing from my face to my shoes. I felt a little self conscious, instantly biting my life. I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around myself, I didn't want him to think I was awkward or anything.

His eyes shifted back up to mine, a playful smirk on his face. "We can make food then play videos, if that's cool."

I nod, licking my dry lips. "I ate before I came, but that sounds fine."

Anthony leads me again through the house, into a nice kitchen. Instantly, he started to rummage through a cabinet.  Leaning against the counter, I watch as he grabbed a  bag of potato chips, opening them.

"Do you want anything? Anything to drink?" Anthony asked as he filled a large bowl with the salty snack. He probably could eat that all and not gain a single pound or a centimeter of body fat.

My mouth suddenly felt dry staring at the salty food. "Water, please." He nods, wandering the fridge. Anthony grabs a pizza box and a bottle of water.

"So, what the hell do you want to watch? I have every available season of South Park, Family Guy, and the Simpsons. I have Netflix." Anthony turns on his TV, plopping down onto his bed with his snacks. I stiffly stood beside the door, unsure what to do. "You can sit with me, ya know."

I just nod, shuffling over towards the bed. I timidly sat on the edge, glancing at the guy beside me. I then remember he asked me a question. "We can watch whatever, I'm not too picky."

Anthony just chuckles, "why are you leaving everything up to me?" He leaves the bed, grabbing a DVD case, "Simpson's it is."

I glance at the pizza and chips he had, wishing I could eat all of that and not feel bad afterwards. That I'll be able to eat it without getting fat and gross.

"That's fine." I reply, gulping some of the water. I prefer watching movies over TV shows, but I was fine with watch The Simpsons. I scoot back on the bed, trying to relax a bit.

It was quite boring just sitting here and watching TV, listening to Anthony munch on chips and pizza. He asked me if I wanted any, but I was quick to deny. Potato chips are addictive and I'll end up wanting a lot.

But I enjoyed just having someone else other than one of my siblings or old friends to hang out with. Anthony seemed chill and had a decent enough personality to like.

I leaned against the wall as another episode ended. An hour has possibly passed by and all I've done is sit here... Maybe I was just being bitchy. I'm used to excitement and doing a lot of random things.

Whenever I hang out with Amber or Macy, they are a lot more energetic and we always end up going somewhere or doing something extra like pillow forts or baking cookies.

Anthony and I were just hanging out though. We didn't plan on doing anything when we texted last night, just agreed that I would come over to chill.

"Do you want to do something else? You don't look very interested." Anthony comments as a new episode began. I sheepishly nodded, feeling a little bad that he noticed I was bored of watching TV. He turns of the TV before his eyes were back on mine. "Uhm..."

This is what happens when you decide to hang out with someone you barely know...

"I have a pet turtle named Frank." Anthony points to his dresser, a large, glass tank on top of it. I didn't even realize it when I looked around his room. "He likes people."

Anthony stood from the bed, walking over to his turtle. I just stare at his back side, looking at his arms that I would love to just run my finger across. Just to feel the veins and muscles.

That's gay, William.

I scowl at my thoughts, instantly thinking, okay and? He's hot. I know a hot man when I see one, it doesn't make me gay.

Does it?

I gulp, watching as Anthony picked up the small  reptile, carrying it over towards me.

"He doesn't bite, I don't think." Anthony tells me, setting the turtle in my lap. I run my fingers over the smooth shell. Frank just  laid on my back, unbothered by my hand on him.

"When did you get him?"

Anthony shrugs, "3 years ago, I think. My dad got me him because I got higher than a C on my report card." Oh.  "But yeah, do you have any pets?"

I shake my head, "my dad has allergies to animal fur and since their is so many people in my house, a pet, even just a goldfish, would be hard to manage, or we'll overfeed it."

"Oh." I hum, nodding. "Well, you can always come and see Frank. I think he likes you."

I laugh, "maybe I will."

"Maybe?"

"Okay, I will come over to see Frank. But only Frank."

Anthony just laughs, his eyes burning into me. I shift uneasily under his intense gaze, trying to focus on the turtle in my lap.

A warmth spread on my leg, catching me off guard. I gasp, seeing a puddle underneath Frank beginning to soak into my jeans.

"Gross, Frank!" Anthony exclaims, grabbing the dripping turtle. "I'm sorry, I'll get you something to clean up with."

Anthony quickly placed the pet into it's case before he left the room without another word.

Why does he keep staring at me? Do I have a pimple? Do I look ugly? Is there something on my face?

I hurriedly run my fingers over my face, not feeling any bumps, scabs, or such on my face. Maybe he just has a staring problem.

Anthony came back into the room with a wet cloth with a bit of detergent on it. "Maybe this will help. I could wash them if you'd like."

I shake my head, taking the rag. "It'll dry, I'll just use this." I walk to the bathroom across the hall, beginning to rub the wet cloth against the pee spot.

I considered just taking off my pants to do it, but I didn't want to take off my shoes and put everything back off.

Damn Frank...

After a few moments of scrubbing, the smell went away and I felt satisfied enough to just let them dry.

I walk out of the bathroom, unsure what to do with the small towel.

"Hey, Anthony, where-"

I gasp as my back slammed into the wall, beginning to ache at the sudden impact.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, touching Anthony's soft hand that was on my waist.  He didn't reply, just kept his eyes locked with mine with a small smirk on his lips. "Anthony?"

He moved a little closer to me, my nerves beginning to flow through me. I bit my lip as I stared into his eyes. Anthony groans, "don't bite your lip like that in front of me."

My eyes widen, "why?"

He licks his lips before answering me, "because it's hot." Excuse me? Anthony just chuckles at my facial expression, rubbing his thumb against my hip bone. "What?"

I just stare at him, continuing to bite my lip, not knowing what the hell to say. My palms began to sweat and my anxiety was pulsing through me.

"Why are you so tense, relax, Will." He spoke gently, flashing his beautiful teeth again.

His face inches a bit closer to mine, his warm breath fanning my face. His breath wasn't minty and fresh like they always make guys breath in romance novels.

It smelt like salty potato chips.

Anthony's lips seemed so warm and soft. So kissable and addicting. I just wanted to know how it would feel to have my lips on his.

Stop it, William. You're not gay, are you?

Am I?

My mind danced between the two options for a moment. Why else would I think Anthony's lips were so lovely if I wasn't? Maybe he just has nice lips.

No straight boy thinks that, William…

I found my own face getting closer to his, standing on the tips of my toes so our faces were levels. I felt his warm breath on my lips. My eyes kept shifting between Anthony's eyes and his lips, trying to fight the urge to just connect them with mine.

You're not gay, William. But that doesn't mean you can't kiss his pretty lips.

Mustering up any courage I had from my nerves, I press my lips against his warm ones.

Once our lips met, they instantly felt like a drug, like I expected. I wanted to taste every inch of them, feel every inch of those beautiful lips.

They were already so addicting and I had just pressed them against his.

The hand that was once rubbing my hips was gripping onto them, pulling me closer. His body perfectly filled every gap between our bodies. His other hand was on the wall I was pressed against.

I found one of my hands tugging at his hair gently, the other gripping at his roots.

"Shit." Anthony grunts against my lips, moving his hand against the wall to my hands in his hair.

I got worried that I had hurt or upset him, dropping my arms to his neck.

He pulls away for a minute to speak, "no, don't stop." He demands, moving my hands back to his hair. He then cupping my cheek as he smashed our lips together. The salty taste of his addicting lips came back, making me more eager to kiss him.

I glided my tongue across his lips, savoring the taste and moment. I wanted to explore every inch of his beautiful mouth.

Continuing to lick lips and teeth, I fought the urge to plead him to let me into his warm mouth.

Suddenly, Anthony caught my tongue between his teeth, gently biting onto it. I gasped in surprise, causing him to chuckle into my mouth.

I tug harshly at his hair, causing him to gasp at my actions. I took that as the chance to slip my tongue into his mouth, exploring the fleshy, salty place.

His tongue fought with mine, tilting his head to get better access to my mouth.

I loved the feel of his tongue in my mouth as much as I loved his lips on mine.

I ran my tongue over his, feeling the small bumps of his taste buds against my tongue.

It felt like hours before I slowly pulled myself away from Anthony's mouth, pressing my forehead against his. My hands were still in the roots of his hair, tugging gently at it.

His soft eyes met mine and I felt lost in his gorgeous orbs.

Maybe you're just a little gay, Will.

This chapter kinda sucks, I know. Bear with me pls<3