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Avi p.o.v

I awake with my arms wrapped around Ian, who is still sleeping peacefully. I smile as I gaze at the cutest wolf this world has ever seen, waiting for him to wake up, so I can survey his dazzling emerald eyes once again. He crouches into a fetal position before stretching his arms and legs then looks into my eyes, and I get what I wish for. I stroke his hair as I say, "Hey sleepy head. Sleep well?" He smiles daintily and says softly, "Seeing how I got to sleep next to you, how would I not sleep well?" He comes and kisses me on the check before getting out of bed, and gestures me to get out as well. I come to get out as well, but my leg freezes and causes me to lose my balance and as they say, what goes up must come down. Before I could plummet to the floor, Ian extends his leg out then slowly lowers me to the floor, laughing as he does it. I pull myself upright and stretch my legs to get the blood circulating down there, and then I look at Ian grinning. I walk over to my dresser and get a mint then toss one to Ian, and we both place them into our mouths to freshen our breathes.

"So what do you want to do?" I ask him. "I don't feel like doing anything," he replies, not giving me much of the answer I wanted. I place my hand on my chin and stroke it, pondering what to do, when suddenly I have an idea. I go over and swoop Ian off his legs, and I hold him in my arms again as I carry him downstairs to the living room couch. I fall onto the lengthy couch with him still in my arms and turn on the TV to CNN. There Ian and I look at the news reporter discuss the possible "North Korean threat" as North Korea is mining Uranium to make nuclear missiles. Two days into the New Year and the communist regime is already trying to destroy the world. I look down at Ian, who has an annoyed look on his face as he's hearing the same nonsense I'm hearing. Tired of the North Korea talk, Ian grabs the remote and turns to a SpongeBob marathon on Nickelodeon. He likes SpongeBob? I see Ian giggling at the childish show and decide to finish the marathon with him, which lasted for about two hours. During that time I got to see the kid version of Ian, and I wonder how a person like that could do all that damage to his body, what caused him the pain to do so. I am really curious to know what happened, but I don't want to ruin the moment considering how we just made up earlier today. If he wants to tell me then he will at the right time.

Once the marathon ends and Victorious comes on, Ian grabs my hand and rushes us upstairs to my room. He closes the door quietly and looks at me as though he wants to do it. Oh not this again. He walks over to me and places his mouth to my ear as if he's about to ask me to "have some fun" in a seductive voice, but to my dismay he simply whispered in my ear asking, "Do you want to 1v1 me on Black Ops 2?" I leaned over towards his ear and replied in the same low voice, smirking, "Prepare to get your ass destroyed." He slides his left arm into my underwear and squeezes my crotch, grinning lasciviously, "Oh we can save that for later on tonight." He comes in and caresses my lips for a second before retreating to the bed, with a controller in hand. I grab the other controller and hunker down next to him while starting the game.

We play for hours, and I keep winning because I keep quick-scoping him from various hiding places, pissing him off. His submachine gun is no match for my rifle because the accuracy is so bad. On Nuketown 2025 I just simply walk to him and no-scope him. He may be a level forty-four but he's only limited to assault rifles and submachine guns because he's just a regular noob. He eventually gets tired of multiplayer and we decide to play zombies together. We get to level thirty-six at the farm, massacring zombies with pack-a-punched weapons before we get overrun by a zombie hoard. Ian claims he's better on Black Ops Kind Der Toten map, but I don't feel like playing anymore, plus it's two in the morning. It's still hard to believe that we played Call of Duty for seven straight hours, and Ian is just as surprised as I am.

I see a sudden realization cross Ian's face as his jade green eyes look sinfully into my soul. "So what did you say in the spirit of competition again?" he inquired, smiling lewdly. "I know where this is going and no," I reply slightly vexed. "Oh come on Avi let's have some fun! We could go downstairs in the basement if you're worried about your parents. You know you want a piece of this his," he said flirtatiously, rubbing his ass. "You're the horniest person I know. Is it possible that you're in heat?" I ask him agitated. He looks me dead in the eye and responds, "One, Kendrick is probably the horniest person you know. Two that's not possible. And three, I could die tomorrow, a virgin, and I would regret it and so would you." "You're not dying anytime soon," I reply sincerely. I want this conversation to end but Ian has a strong will and I'll probably be the one to give in. "If you hadn't come and checked up on me Tuesday I'd be dead right now," he countered. "Fine," I say getting up. "But you have to make me get in the mood." He pounces onto me and wraps his legs around me, kissing me while I take him to the basement. I feel like I'm gonna regret this.

We wake up together at around eleven, with his cute little head buried into my chest. I did not regret last night. It all happened so fast and was so amazing that I can hardly wrap my head it. It was a little awkward at first, but once we got the hang of it, we kept doing it until our groins impaired us from going on any longer. "Last night was amazing," he said softly, smiling. I smile back at him and stroke his head. We stay there for a few minutes, embracing the other in our arms before we go and do the morning routine. I wait for Ian to get out of the shower, and he looks ridiculous and adorable at the same time wearing my pajamas. I take a shower then brush my teeth, looking into the mirror and wondering how a guy like Ian could fall for me. I go downstairs and see Ian sitting on a pillow eating cereal while watching Adventure Time. I fix myself a bowl of cereal and sit with him, staring at him. Again I can see the innocent little pup within him, and it still troubles me that he wanted to die. I hope that when he goes back that he can remain like he is, strong and happy with a will to live.

My thoughts are interrupted when someone rings the doorbell. I go up to the door and see it is Allison. I call Ian over and he walks over cautiously, and opens the door. "Hey Allison," I say. "What brings you to my humble abode?" She looks at Ian, then back at me and responds, "Mom and dad want Ian to come back home." "So they miss me?" Ian asked passively. "I don't think so, they demanded that you come home now," she answered. "You have your phone with you sis?" he asked, and I could see him getting upset. She pulls out her phone and dials his mom's number. She picks up and Ian told her that he wasn't coming home. I could hear shouting, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. "Oh mother please, you know you really don't give a damn about me. But don't worry mother, karma will get you and I will be there to see it," he replied. More indistinct yelling and they were arguing, hatred filling Ian's eyes. Allison is unaffected by this while I stand here, amazed by how angry Ian could get. He's cursing worse than a sailor, and from what I can make out the argument is over religion. It seems that the argument coming to an end, and his mom yelled so loudly I could hear her scream, "You're gonna burn in hell for your sins!" "Well then I'll see you there, you unfathomable, narrow-minded bitch!" he sneered, hanging up the phone. Ian is seething with anger as he hands the phone to Allison. Allison says bye and Ian turns to me, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "We need to talk about what happened over break," he apprises me. _Now I can finally figure out what the hell happened between him and his parents. _