I'll do anything for you

Tony's P.O.V.

I was in my room, strumming away at my new guitar, my mom was cooking dinner, then I hear her arguing with Vincent downstairs.

"Why do you insist on Tony starting therapy?" Vincent asked.

"He needs it to get better." My mom replied. I can't believe they're actually talking about this right now, I've been doing better since the hospital....in a way.

"I think he just needs someone to be there for him."

"I know what's best for my son, Vincent. He needs his therapy."

"Pura mierda." (Pure bullshit.) Vincent said. I wasn't sure if he was talking to my mom that way, or saying that about the therapy.

"Qué dijiste?" (What did you say?) My mom sounded really angry. I could tell by her tone of voice & the pure fact that she was talking in Spanish. She only speaks Spanish when she's mad.

"No funciona para la mierda." (That doesn't work for shit.) Vincent replied. I laughed, only because I knew he'd be getting the cold shoulder from her now. Vincent was right though, it's shit.

"Bien, has tu propia cena!" (Fine, make your own dinner!) My mom scoffed. I heard footsteps come upstairs as I continued to play my guitar. Then a knock on my open door.

"Tony, we're going out to eat. Tell Mike & Victor to get ready." My mom spoke.

"What about Vincent?" I asked.

"He's making his own dinner. You know what, I'll just tell Mike & Victor myself. Hurry up, turtle." My mom responded. She's always calling me turtle....just like Jaime did. Suddenly I got really sad. I brushed it off & went downstairs to see Victor struggling with the food.

"Not as easy as it looks,hu?" I asked, stepping into the kitchen.

"No. I don't know how your mom does it, mijo. And for five people...that's a lot of work." Vincent replied. He turned off the stove & gave up on the food he was making, it was all burned & I couldn't even figure out what he was trying to make. He sat down at the table & I sat down with him. Since I've met him, I haven't really had a real conversation with him, I'll just take the chance I have now.

"You should go apologize. We're going out to dinner, I'd want you to come with us." I said.

"But I did nothing wrong." Vincent replied.

"I know, I heard you. I agree with you actually...all that therapy is pure bullshit. But trust me, my mom won't stop being cold with you until you apologize. It has to be sincere." I spoke. Vincent laughed & then got up from the table.

"Alright. I'll go apologize....but Tony, you can't just sit back & let your mom decide everything for you, If you don't want to go to therapy, don't go." Vincent responded. He left the kitchen then went upstairs.

I got up from the table & then I feel arms wrap around me.

"Babe, get ready. We gotta go eat." Mike whispered in my ear from behind.

"Mike, someone might see, let go." I said.

"Do you really want me too?" Mike asked, his breath was right on my neck. I bit my lip & fought the urge not to turn around & kiss him.

"Mike...seriously, someone might come." I insisted.

"No one's gonna see us, Tone." Mike responded. He started to nibble on my neck. I gave in & let a moan slip my mouth.

"Mike..."

"Want me to kiss you some more?"

"Yes, please." I spoke. Mike turned me around & attached our lips together. I enjoyed the long sweet kiss until someone stepped into the room. I knew this was a bad idea.

Notes

Yo, I'm sorry for not posting in five days. I've just been lacking motivation & Inspiration. Sorry if this sucks, sorry if it's short, sorry if every other story I'm writing right now sucks. I can't leave you guys without an update though :| so, yea. Again, sorry if it's shit, but I hope you enjoyed it.

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