You and Anthony had been dating for a good few months now, but he had been distant lately. He was just confused. Why weren't you leaving? He wasn't exactly the domestic type, or a homebody. He liked to go out, party, have fun, and get drunk. He didn't know why you were still around. With all the controversy he'd been in in the past, he thought the media would've scared you off—the things he was labeled as always stuck no matter how many times he tried to pull them off. But, whenever he came home later than usual, you were more concerned about him than where he'd been, or who he supposedly was with. You weren't suspicious of him—You trusted him, and he hated it. You were too caring, too- too sweet. He knew he'd ruin it somehow; he always did, at least that's what the media thought, and it had started to plague his own mind as well. So, he started pushing you away, but no matter how much he argued, you never got mad or accused him of anything. It was so hard to believe. He just couldn't, so he kept pushing, but you never seemed to move.

Saturday, Eleven forty-two PM.

You were in the living room, watching a movie. You couldn't sleep. You weren't that tired tonight. You were about to get up off the couch when the front door handle jiggled before the sound of the lock clicking filled your ears. You were startled before remembering that Anthony wasn't in the house. Right... Anthony had gone out that day to a premiere party for a movie he was starring in, and he'd told you he'd be back late. He stumbled through the door, drunk off his ass, his caramel skinned face flushed a dark red from his intoxication. Of course, he didn't bring himself home; his older brother, Mario, had driven him home, and you knew when you saw his car driving away from outside the front windows. Ant's eyes blearily looked around before landing on you, and he smiled softly.

"Baby~ What are you doing up...?" He asked, his words slurred but confused. You didn't usually stay up late, especially not near midnight. He hobbled toward you, collapsing onto the couch next to you and leaning heavily on your right arm. "You know it's late, right...?"