~Ian~

Fires are massive and destructive.

They burn down what has taken ages to build.
They vanish the positivity around.
It's smoke clouds up our heads, blurring our better judgement.

Fires can also arouse desires.

They make those feelings come alive that we have been trying to bury deep within our soul.
They help us come to terms with our inner self.

And the most dangerous fires are the ones whose spark ignites within the heart.

~Noah~

Who does he think he is? I thought to myself as I took a sip of my coffee.

"Are you okay?" Asked Trevor, my supposed 'date'.

Trevor had texted me up yesterday saying that his business required for him to come to town for a while. He could even have to stay for months if need be. I was more than ecstatic. I was finally going to meet my best friend after so long! And him being here automatically made me feel less lonely, even though we weren't going to see each other every day. Just knowing that he would be around meant a lot to me.

Why I told Ian that I was going on a date was because I wanted to show him that I wasn't dying for his attention or anything. I had enough choices and he can't toss me around and treat me however he wished. Because honestly, that guy was the epitome of rudeness.

"Nothing. It's just...this guy," I replied, rolling my eyes.

Trevor chuckled.

"A guy again huh. Do you like him?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No way!" I answered quickly but felt my cheeks heat up at the same time.

My high school best friend began laughing again.

"Sure," he teased.

"Whatever. He's rude and self centered and hot but really manner less." I muttered, taking another sip.

Really, Ian was so difficult.

He never let his inner feelings out, hell I wasn't even sure if he knew what his inner feelings were.
He treated me nothing more than just a body to sleep with. But then he suddenly grew mad because I was going on a date with someone else.

Why?

I blinked suddenly when I saw a hand waving in front of my eyes.

"Dude what's going on with you? Are you thinking about him again?" Trevor said, smirking.

I rolled my eyes without saying anything.

We continued our chit-chat about high school and then college and then work and then our families...

"Sorry to say bro, your parents are shit." He said, taking a bite of his cookie. We had been talking about my tragic coming-out episode, as compared to his unicorn-ed and rainbow-ed one. Both of his parents were broad minded and supportive. I secretly envied that.

"Tell me about it," I grunted. But then suddenly a beautiful thought crossed my mind.

"Hey! Did you ever see Anne?" I asked, brightening up and feeling gloomy at the same time as I thought about my sister, and how she must look like nowadays.

"Yeah, I did a while back! She was going to school with your mom." he replied, smiling.

"Damn! I'm dying to see her!" I said, feeling the tears forming in my eyes.

"You could like sneak into the school and meet her," He suggested.

"No, she won't even recognize me. She'll probably get scared." I said, shaking my head.

He nodded.

Then suddenly he found interest in someone at the door, behind my back.

"Wow, that guy's hot." He whispered.

I turned around and froze.

Ian was storming our way, with his nose flaring, and his hands fisted by his side.

This couldn't be good.

I turned to Trevor with widened eyes. He looked at me confused, then his eyes went wide too, with realization.

"This is the guy?" He whispered.

"Yeah," I whispered back, starting to panic.

Why had he come? Why did he look so angry? What was he going to do?

I involuntarily rose from my seat when he neared.

He stopped in front of me, locking his eyes with mine, and stepped forward till our noses were a mere inch away.

"Noah," he said in a whisper, a threatening whisper that made chills run down my spine.

"I-Ian," I managed to croak out.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a while, making me relax a bit. But when he opened them back again, there was twice as much rage in them as he turned their direction to the man sitting at the table.

"Who's he?" He asked me loud enough, keeping his gaze on my best friend who looked back at him amused.

"He-he's just a..."

"Do you like him?" He asked, snapping his eyes back on mine.

"N-No..No! He's just a friend." I said but my voice was so weak that even the truth was sounding like a lie out of a scared culprit's mouth.

His eyes narrowed a little at me, those piercing orbs looking right through me again.

"Why did you ditch me for him?" He said, grimacing as if Trevor was a piece of shit or something.

That pissed me off.

I pushed him away by his chest, throwing him a step back.

"That's none of your business!" I scoffed at him finally standing up for myself while he looked at me surprised.

"Do you even want me anymore?" He asked and then blushed realizing what he just said.

Did he want me to want him? Did it hurt him that I chose someone over him? I bit my lip to prevent myself from smiling sadistically.

"No, I don't." I replied, almost enjoying this. "I never wanted you Ian. What made you think that?"

"Noah," He growled and stepped closer again.

"What?" I asked, acting oblivious.

He sighed again.

"Just...Let's go back." He said, taking hold of my hand.

I pulled it back immediately. Who was he to boss me around out of bed, more so in public? Sure, he looked sexy but I wasn't his slave.

He was just possessive about me because he probably didn't want anyone else to touch his 'toy'. That was it. He was going to treat me just like before, I knew it. But I wasn't so keen on going back to his shit scenarios.

"Fuck yourself Ian," I growled this time.

His jaw unhinged a little as he looked at me with shock written all over his face.

"I'm tired of being treated like this. I don't want you anymore. I don't want to see you anymore!" I spat accentuatedly, clenching my fists.

I had had enough.

"Noah I..." he whispered almost desperately and I just looked away impatiently, waiting for him to leave. The scene remained frozen and I was itching to have him make some movement.

But when he turned and walked away, there was a piece of my heart he took with himself.

I'm really enjoying writing this story at this point.

Do you like it?

Vote+Comment+Share!