Dylan’s P.O.V
“I think it’s about time I tell you how I feel.” Tony looked up at me and bit his lip nervously.

Now, I’m not stupid. This is the part when Tony would say something like, “I care about you so much,” or “ I can’t stand to see you with anyone else,” or something like that. I’ve been there, done that, seen it all before. I sighed, realizing that some things were going to change between Vic and me, and Tony and me, and probably Vic and Tony. “Okay, what is it, Tony?” I acted as though I didn’t already have a clue as to what he was going to say.

“I got into an argument with Vic today, about last night, and that kiss-“

“Which kiss, Tony? The one when Vic kissed me, or the one when you kissed Ashley?” My words came out like venom, quick and harsh. I could tell that Tony was surprised by them. Hell, I didn’t even plan on spitting those words at him that way. I shortly felt empowered by my remark, but something inside my heart burned.

“And I told him I was upset by it…by them,” he said, referring back to both kisses and completely ignoring my question. I felt sorry for my comment, but I kept that inside. I wasn’t going to break down to Tony if he was going to act recklessly out of spite.

“That’s selfish, Tony.” I said. This time my words came out softer, and I was grateful for that.

Suddenly, Tony’s entire demeanor changed. He looked at me with the eyes of a bull seeing red. They burned with a want, a need, to use their strength, to defend themselves. “Excuse me?” His eyes burned holes in my forehead, as I was now looking down, admittedly startled by his change. “Selfish? I’m selfish?”

“Tony,” My voice remained calm, and I was once again grateful.

“Who’s side are you on, Dylan?”

I raised from the couch and felt my demeanor change in the same way Tony’s did. We were both bulls, staring holes through each other with our glares. And in our eyes, the other was a burning red. “Sides? There are sides? I’m 24, Tony, not 15! I don’t have time for this petty drama bullshit!”

Tony looked at me from the couch. His lips remained twisted in an angry frown, while his eyes kept switching from angry, to sad, to sorry, and back to angry again. I held my ground as he spoke. “This is not petty drama. My feelings for you are well beyond some stupid crush!” He rose from his spot as he said that last sentence, rushed and breathy. This certainly was not the way I thought he would tell me.

“Then stop acting like a fucking child.” My voice was barely above a whisper, an angry whisper at that. “You’re supposed to show someone when you care for them!” I heard my voice rising once again. “You can’t just go around throwing temper tantrums and-“

I was cut off by the pressure of another pair of lips on mine. My eyes were wide open, like a deer caught in headlights, but I slowly closed them, and my knees went weak. I fell into Tony’s arms that were now around my waist. This is so nice, so right, I’ve never felt this… Tony’s tongue asking for permission to enter my mouth shook me out of my thoughts, still in their beginning stages, and its wish was granted. My mind was at peace for the first time since last night before we left my tattoo shop.

I grabbed at Tony’s hair, and his hands explored my lower back. Almost on instinct, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, and he sat back down on the couch, causing me to straddle his lap. We never broke the kiss, though, and my hands still remained tangled in his hair. I felt his hands drop from my back to the front of my shirt. He tugged at the hem, and I broke the kiss for a second to get my shirt over my head.

My lips crashed back into his with desperation and passion, and just as I was reaching down to Tony’s belt buckle, I was interrupted by the sound of a knocking at my door. I tried to ignore it, and continued to kiss Tony, but he moved his head away and said, “Aren’t you gonna get that?” His voice was just above a whisper.

“No, it can’t be that important,” I was out of breath, and I went back to kissing him. I was trying to rekindle the moment we were just having, but the knocking happened again. Tony moved his head again.

“Dylan, I think you should get that.”

I groaned and reached for my t-shirt that had been laying on the floor. I dragged my feet to the front door, and without looking through the peep hole or asking who it was, I opened it and was surprisingly taken in an embrace.

“Dylan, have you heard from Tony? Are you okay? I’m so sorry,” Vic said, finally letting me go.

“Vic, what are you doing here?” I tried not to sound hostile, but I really didn’t want to see Vic right then. I no longer knew how he felt about me, and I knew I was going to end up lost, confused, and torn between these two men, and I hated even thinking about it.

“I really needed to see you, and tell you how sorry I am, and how I feel. Can I come inside?”

I sighed at his question. He isn’t crazy for doing this, but Tony’s here… I thought to myself. “Vic, I –“

“Dylan? Who’s at the door?” Tony submerged from the living room behind me, and I turned to see him standing there. His hair was messy from when my fingers were wrapped up in it just minutes earlier, and I kinda wanted to laugh, but I suppressed my urge and moved out of the doorway so Tony and Vic could see each other.

“Why is he here?” They said simultaneously, pointing at the other and looking at me.

“Excuse me? I am an adult and this is my house. Fix your attitudes.” I gave them a certain sass that only Boston girls had, and I found amusement in the shocked expressions on their faces.

Suddenly, almost as if it were an epiphany, Vic looked up at Tony, then back at me. “Wait, were you two…oh God.” He looked down and ran a finger through his hair.

“What? What the hell, man, why would you think that?” Tony looked at Vic with disbelief on his face. In my mind, I hoped that he was just bluffing, because I was almost certain that if Vic hadn’t shown up, that may have been what was going to happen.

“Well, first off, you two look a mess, and I don’t know, Tony. I thought you were still doing things out of spite.” Vic spat.

I saw Tony’s hands ball into fists, and as he was about to take a step toward Vic, I stood in between the two. “Tony, chill the fuck out! Vic, go home. Tony’s staying with me tonight. Tomorrow we will work this out like adults. Got it?” My voice was stern, and I was satisfied with how I took this situation into my own hands. I could feel a small amount of tension lift off of the room as Tony relaxed a bit behind me.

“Whatever.” Vic glared past me at Tony once more before rolling his eyes and storming off to his car.

I shut the door and turned back to Tony. His cheeks were red and he looked at me with sad eyes. “I can’t even be in the same room as my best friend. What the fuck just happened…” His voice trailed off at the end of his sentence.

I took him into my arms, standing on my tippy toes to give myself full access of his shoulder, on which I rested my chin. “I’m sorry, Tony…” I whispered the sentence.

He rested his hands on my hips and leaned down to give me a peck on the cheek. I looked down, but couldn’t help to bite my lip in the process. My feelings for Tony were strong, real strong, but something just put me on hold. He didn’t seem to notice. “Where were we?” he said seductively into my ear and leaned down to give me another kiss. I wanted to give in so badly, but after Vic’s surprise visit, I just couldn’t. I ducked out of Tony’s embrace.

“The moment’s gone, Turtle.” I gave him a sad smile and walked away, grabbing my phone to order a pizza for dinner.