DragonLindy

Anthony stormed out of his house with a suitcase in hand and tears on his face. He furiously walked down the empty, cold street as he zipped up his jacket and shivered a bit. He pulled out his phone and checked the time as the bright light hit his face, making him squint a bit. 10:47 PM, he knew Ian was still awake. He speed-dialed his number and pressed the cold screen against his face. "Hey Ian, it's me." Anthony said, trying to conceal the shrivel tone in his voice as there were still teardrops running down his toned face. "Hey, man. What's up? Is everything ok?" Ian asked questionably worried. "Not really...can I spend the night again?