Anthony was on his bed, playing on his small gameboy. He had been eyeing Ian every three minutes, Ian was sleeping on his back, his hands neatly folded over his chest. He was so beautiful.

Ian's lips looked so plump, his skin was a soft pale color that brought out the colors in his hair. Anthony couldn't bare to just sit in his bed, not able to touch the beautiful boy next door to him.

Anthony slowly pulled the covers off of his legs as he sat up, preparing to meet the wild boy.

Anthony made soft movements as he stepped over each square tile on the ground, inching towards Ian, every second. Ian heard the footsteps.

Anthony held his arm out, ready to touch Ian's soft face.

Anthony felt fragile fingers instantly wrap around his wrist, making him unable to move.

Anthony began yanking back, the hand wouldn't let go. He gripped his own arm and began pulling on it harshly, soon enough, the hand let go.

Anthony was frightened, he knew it was Ian's. Ian's eyes opened, they were a bright, dull blue. His eyes wandered around the room as he parted his lips, no sounds came out.

Anthony stared at him with curiosity, he wanted to touch him again, just once.

Anthony reached his arm out again, seeing Ian's eyes still wandering the room as he shakily laid his hand on Ian's hair, smiling. "God your cute." Anthony whispered under his breath.

Ian instantly flinched as he slapped Anthony's arm, causing him to jerk his arm to his chest. "Ow!" Anthony winced out, widening his eyes.

Ian quickly pushed his head under the covers, closing his eyes. Like closing his eyes even did anything.

Even though Anthony had experienced one of many physical attributes that Ian gives out to people, he was in love with that boy. Ian was small and cute, he wanted to give him lots of hugs and many kisses.

Without thinking, Anthony pulled the blankets off of Ian's bed completely. Ian instantly shot up and punched Anthony in the chest, causing him to stumble back. "Oww!" Anthony winced out, still admiring the small, petite boy.

Anthony walked back over to Ian, instantly grabbing his wrists and pinning them onto the pillow, causing Ian to thrash his legs around, yelling out silent screams.

Ian instantly flung his leg forward, kicking Anthony in the side, causing him to gasp and jump back. "Okay, done for the day!" Anthony whimpered out, watching Ian quickly curl into a tight ball.

Anthony was still in love with that boy.

Anthony climbed back into his bed, rubbing his side angrily. "Damn it, that hurts." He mumbled to himself. He could hear tiny snores coming from across the room, causing a small smile to spread onto his face. "I can't stay mad at you!" Anthony said, quickly walking back to Ian's bed.

Anthony smiled and began caressing Ian's cheek, causing Ian to quickly open his eyes and swat crazily at the air around him, soon enough ending him with hitting Anthony's arm. "Ow- aww!" Anthony cooed, seeing Ian continue to swat at the air as he stepped back away from Ian's bed. "You are so adorable.." Anthony whispered, grinning widely.

Anthony had a long red rash forming on his forearm from where Ian had hit him, Anthony still found it unconditionally adorable.

Ian's nails were sharp, he never let the doctors touch them. They weren't creepy long, they were healthy long, Anthony was soon daydreaming of Ian's nails digging into his back.

Anthony quickly widened his eyes. "Anthony shut up! We're only 16 and 14, you're being a pedophile!" Anthony screeched to himself, bopping his head.

Ian moved around, his back facing Anthony.

Anthony wanted to cuddle him, to hold him in his arms. "Anthony. You just met him, calm down." He mumbled to himself as he rubbed his face. He quickly flinched and looked when he saw a nurse, opening the door.

He quickly got into his bed before she walked in, he instantly pretended to be asleep, listening to what she was doing.

He opened one eye, seeing her grabbing a needle and quickly jabbing it into Ian's arm. Ian flinched as he slowly stopped moving, pausing in place.

She turned back around and sat the needle on the medical table, pulling a wheel chair into the room.

Two doctors walked in and picked Ian up, dropping him into the wheelchair. "Send him to the operating room." One of the doctors ordered, pointing towards the door. Both the nurse and the doctor nodded and pushed Ian out of the room, his sleeping face laying on the padding of the chair.

That was the last Anthony saw of him before the last doctor walked over to him, causing him to quickly close the only eye he could see out of. If you already didn't know, he's half blind.

Anthony heard his voice echo the room. "Thank the lord you're not like that defected boy." He mumbled, before turning around and walking out.

Defected? Anthony would say otherwise.