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Ian's POV I sat on the couch with the TV on, but wasn't exactly watching it. My eyes were fixed on a certain  Padilla. It sounds strange, but he seemed like he was in deep thought. He settled back in his chair and looked toward the ceiling. This gave me a chance to take a good hard look at him. 'I wish I knew what he was thinking...' It seemed like it was it was interesting, because he had been sitting like that for five minuets, and his neck must've been stiff. 'I would gladly massage it for him.' The strange thought became awkward to myself. 'scratch that..' I scanned down the rest of his body with my eyes, and marveled at his arms.

Anthony's' POV I slouched back in my chair, doused in thought. 'I never thought I'd ever be the kind of guy to be a cheesy romantic, that was until I met him. It just feels like everything about him is perfect in its own way, no matter how much we both make fun of him. Every single detail that I notice I store away in a corner of my mind. I'm no poet or anything but when I see him it makes me feel like one.' 'I love his eyes, oh lord, those eyes. No matter what time of day, how he felt, or even of he was making the stupidest face, his eyes are always beautiful. When its a rainy day his eyes shine like the blue sky trying to come out. When t