Anthony's POV

Julia's mother invited me to a big neighborhood/family party. She was completely fine with Ryan coming along. I walked up to her house for Ryan to meet her. "Ah, bonjour, Anthony!" she exclaimed. "Bonjour, madame. Voici Ryan, mon petit ami," I explained. "What does that mean?" Ryan asked. "Oh, tons of things. My sweetheart, sweetie, babe, honey, etc., but mostly boyfriend," I said, to which Ryan blushed. "Nice to meet you. You guys keep yourselves busy until the other guests arrive," said Julia's mother, and again, it was hard to believe Julia didn't have a French accent like her parents. 

Ryan and I simply watched television until everyone else got here. Julia walked over to us with a girl of around fourteen. "Hey, Ryan. Anthony. I'd like you two to meet Sarafine, a cousin of mine," Julia said. She waved at us. "Bonjour! Comment t'appelles tu?" she asked. "Je m'appelle Anthony, et il s'appelle Ryan," I introduced us. She seemed quite shy. Until Julia left. Sarafine turned to us. "So, butts, what brings you here?" she asked in a joking tone. I couldn't help but smile a little. "So you can speak English," I said. "Yeah, no s**t Sherlock," Sarafine said. "Better not use that potty mouth around Julia," Ryan said smartly. "So, what's your deal with Julia? Is one of you her boyfriend?" she asked. "No, Sarafine, neither of us is with Julia," I said. "Who said you could address me by name?" Sarafine asked. "Wow. Sassy," Ryan said. 

Julia walked back over. "How're things going?" she asked. "Well, your cousin's annoying," Ryan said. Sarafine rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you thought you could hold that shy act all day?" Julia asked. I looked at her in awe, surprised she could use that kind of tone. "Yeah, this family has a lot in common," I joked. Julia glared at me, then smiled and punched my arm. "You gay potato," she said (ONLY Fauna12356 WILL UNDERSTAND THAT). "What?! Gay?" Sarafine asked. "Are you two together?" she continued, pointing to Ryan and I. I nodded. "ACK! Julia! get them away from me!" she said. Julia's eyes widened in horror. "That is so mean! Sara, since when were you a homphobe?" Julia asked. "Well, how could you not be?" Sarafine asked. 

"Well, miss Sarafine, you clearly have not done your science homework. Or at least, not hormones and genes and all that other stuff. You see, scientifically speaking, everybody is a lesbian. Because every person, when they are in their mother's womb, starts out as a female. Then after that, the male cells determine whether the child is a male or female. In other words, if the male cells never changed anything, everyone would be a girl and since love is inevitable, everybody on planet earth is a lesbian. Except, of course, for genetically modified humans or aroace people," Ryan explained.

I stared at him.

"Somebody get this man an air horn," I said.

Ryan laughed.

So did Julia.

Sarafine looked horrified and ran away.

"Homophobes. Filthy scum of the earth," I said.

"Monstrous creepy crawlies," Ryan added.

"Nasty little dirt piles," Julia chimed in.

After the party was over, Ryan and I left, we hugged Julia goodbye, and as we saw Sarafine, we gave her a glare and walked out.

-the next morning-

I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes. I went downstairs. It was 8:45. Mom had probably left the house by now. Now it was just Ryan and I in the house on a Saturday. I walked into the kitchen, where Ryan was asleep with his face on the counter. I tried poking him awake. Nothing. Then I tried to push him over. He was a very deep sleeper. I sighed and said to my unconscious boyfriend, "Sorry for this, in advance." and I smacked his butt with all my strength.

With a yelp, Ryan jolted awake. "Why did you do that, Anthony? That hurt!" he shouted. "But it woke you up, didn't it, babe?" I asked. "Yes, but I wish you would just call me by name," he said. "What if I don't want to?" I asked, wrapping my arms around Ryan's waist. "Then maybe I won't cuddle you anymore," Ryan answered, removing my arms. "You know, you're really adorable when you sleep, right?" I asked him. "Well, what can I say, I'm a natural cutie," Ryan said. "But you still bruised my butt," he added. "Well, you are irresistible. And besides, you sleep too deeply," I said, trying to put my arms around him again. Ryan stopped me. "Call me by my name first, Anthony. Then I will cuddle you," he said. "Okay. Fine. You are my one and only, Ryan~," I cooed. 

"There it is," he said, and allowed me to cuddle him in my embrace. "By the way, where's my morning kiss?" Ryan asked. "Oh, so you're a prince now?" I asked.

"Whatever you want me to be."

"In that case, you're my prince."

"And you're my peasant."

"Could I peasant do this?" I asked, and kissed Ryan fiercely, holding him to my chest tightly, lifting him off the ground. Once we broke apart, Ryan proceeded to saying, "Didn't know you could be so rough." I laughed. "You wanna know how rough I can really be?" I teased. I leaned in to kiss him again, but Ryan put his finger to my lips. "Maybe sometime later~" he said, putting on a smug face. "You do know you really are quite short, seeing as you have to stand on your toes to kiss me," I remarked. "Don't call me short," Ryan protested. "Why shouldn't I? There's nothing wrong with being short. It just makes you even more cute," I flirted. "Whatever. Go get dressed. We're gonna go meet with Julia, Ella, and Thomas today," Ryan said, pushing me away. 

When we got to (idk wherever the fudge they wanna meet), the others were waiting there, of course. "Jeez, what took you two so long?" Julia asked. "It's 9:20. You expect us to be awake 24/7?" I asked. "Okay, guys. We had a bit of an argument on the way here... am I short?" Ryan asked. "Yes," I said, to which Ryan glared at me. "Yes," said Julia. "Yes," said Ella. "Most definitely," Thomas said, breaking the chain. Ryan grumbled. "I am not short," he mumbled. "I said earlier, being short is fine, and it's cute," I remarked. 

A smirk grew on Ryan's face. "So, what you're saying is, I'm cuter than you," he flirted. "In your dreams," I retaliated. "Alright, who's cuter?" Ryan asked. "Ryan," Ella answered. "Anthony," Julia answered. "With no doubt, Anthony," Thomas said (Thomas, for being the only person not interested in guys, that's pretty gay). "Oh, come on!" Ryan complained. Ryan never wins.

"Rest in spaghetti, never forgetti," said Julia.