(A/N: I know. I shouldn't be writing this, I should be working on Jeba and Xavier and their drama... Wait! Don't throw anyhing at me! I actually wrote this a few weeks ago! The reason I didn't put it up until now was because I wasn't sure if Iwas actually going to do anything with this. Then I decided it might be fun to write, so I finally put it up. Fear not, Jeba is still my priority! I will try to have the third chapter up on STitS before I finish the first chapter of this! Or, before the second at least. But I will have it up as soon as I finish it! I promise! I haven't given up on them yet.

Warning: Yaoi, m/m, homosexuality. Understood? Good. Enjoy!)


"I'll get it!" I grinned, skidding across the floor on my stomach to get to the phone before my sister, knowing who it was already.

"Hello?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.

"Hey Anthony, how are you, love?"

"Stephen...please don't call me that..."

I frowned, sitting up slowly. "Is something wrong..?"

"We need to talk..."

"What's wro-"

"Stephen, please. Just hear me out."I bit my lip but waited for him to continue."I...can't be with you anymore...we just aren't working out, but don't take it personally. I'm moving this Saturday...I'll come by to pick my things up tomorrow."

I stayed silent, holding my breath and holding back tears with every word he and I had been together for three years. Why didn't he tell me he was moving before now? If we weren't working out, why did he stay with me for so long? Did I mean nothing to him?

"Are you still there, Stephen?"

"Yeah...," I paused to take a deep breath and nod, "Yeah, okay. I'll get your stuff together for you...where are you moving to?"

"My mom got a job in Europe. I'm going to live in Paris, Stevie!" He said, excited.

I barely held back a sob as he said my nickname. The one that only he called me."That's great...will you-will we still be able to keep in touch?"

There was a long silence.

"I don't think so, it would cost too much to call each other or write. I'm sorry."

"Oh...okay, yeah, I understand..." I sighed quietly. What the hell happened to e-mail? "Well...I hope you have fun out there, and I hope you find someone who will make you happy..."

"Yeah. My mom said she has a friend up there and she's already trying to set me up with her friend's son..."

"That's great…" My voice cracked.

"Yeah. So, I'll see you tomorrow I guess...I have to help pack Andrea's clothes...bye Stephen." Anthony mumbled before hanging up.

I sat there for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone, choking on a sob and curling into a ball.I was glad he was moving on, but I, myself, don't think I would be able to. I wanted him to be happy.

That's all I wanted.