Call Her.
Okay, so this story might very well suck week old giraffe testicles, but I got high off hot chocolate and felt like writing this semi-cute piece of crap! ...Yeah...I am just so confident about this story... C; Well, try to enjoy! (Perhaps...)
Title: Call Her
Summary: It was time for Anthony to tell this person how he felt. (No, I didn't try to keep his crush a secret; this IS an Ianthony community, is it not?)
Rating/Warnings: PG/PG13; writing so terrible it may burn your eyes like acid. They'll make a noise like "PSSSTTTTAAHHH" as they burn. Oh, and a few swears maybe and suggestive thoughts/words/etc. Those, however, most likely won't cause your eyes to go, "PSSSTTTTAAHH"
A/N: This story was written at 10 PM. It sucks. Sorry. Disclaimer: THIS SH**'S NOT REAL, BABY! ....I apologize. I'm very hyper right now.
ALRIGHT Mateys, hop on board! <3
"Who is she?" Ian asked, walking along the Malibu shoreline beside Anthony. While in town for a few days, they had decided to take a walk down the beach, just to relax. The sun was slowly descending, leaving the sky a warm pallet of reds and oranges. Ian took his eyes away from the restless, stirring ocean water and turned his head to face his friend. Anthony kept his eyes forward, his expression unreadable.
"No one." Ian rolled his eyes and sighed at Anthony's response. As they continued their slow pace down the beach, Ian tried to get it out of him again.
"No, it is some one, Ant. You can't just say you like someone then take it back,"
Anthony stopped and turned to face Ian. Cold dark eyes pierced bright blues. "I don't like anyone,"
"But-"
"I love someone," he continued quietly, his features softening. Ian couldn't help but smirk as Anthony's cheeks tinted scarlet, and he looked down, shoving his hands in his pocket and aimlessly kicking at sand.
"Well, like or love, I want to know who it is," Ian said, watching his friend's face flush further. He watched Anthony's dark hair blow across his face in the ocean breeze, and kind of just wanted to reach out and brush it out of his face.
Anthony was silent for a few moments before pursing his lips and mumbling, "Well...you know them," still staring down at his feet. Ian furrowed his brow in thought, not taking his eyes off Anthony.
"Hmm...well, what does she look like?" Ian asked, confused by the silent chuckle that came from Anthony in response. Dark eyes glanced up for a moment, noting Ian's confused expression, then quickly returned to his sand-kicking sandals. The two were silent for a while, with only crashing waves and seagulls flying overhead in the now dusky sky. As Anthony seemed to contemplate how to describe his "secret love", Ian gazed up at the shades of purple and deep red settling into night around them.
"Short..." Anthony muttered, drawing Ian's attention back from the sky. The dark haired boy finally looked up to hold eye contact with Ian. "Short, and, well, pretty damn hot, if you ask me," A smile finally curved his lips. "And, those eyes...brightest and most cheerful crystal blues I've ever seen," Anthony's cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his bashful smile turned to a wide grin exposing his teeth and cute dimples, and, that look in his eyes...they were almost overflowing with a look of, look of what? Longing, lust, love? Whatever it was, the look in those dark eyes was one Ian had never seen before, and one that Ian wanted to stay. It was obvious that whoever this was made a huge impact on Anthony's life, and needed to know just how strongly he must've felt. Ian smirked.
"Call her."
"What?!" Anthony said, blinking and coming back from a sort of daze he'd seemed to be caught in.
"I said, call her," Ian repeated in a serious tone, "Ant, you love her. The way you act, the way you look, when you talk about her...Just, call her right now, damn it, and tell her you love her. I want to see this shit," Anthony's expression turned from cheerful to sheepish and nervous in seconds.
"Ian...I-I don't know....I..." he stuttered, looking back down at the ground, where the tide began reaching their feet, and picking at loose thread on his sweatshirt. Ian chuckled at how shy and quirky his friend could actually be. Ha. Everyone thought Ian was the awkward one? Psh.
"Ant," he said firmly but quietly. Anthony's eyes slowly rose from the sand and rising water to meet Ian's. " It's fine. Just call. I'm right here for you, man," A small smile touched Anthony's lips. He swallowed hard and reached into his pocket for his phone, not breaking eye contact with Ian, who nodded reassuringly. He sighed and smiled, dialing a number and bringing the phone to his ear.
Ugh, what perfect timing for an interruption. "Sorry, man, be right back. Do NOT hang up," Ian said before walking away a few steps, noting the water had come up to reach their ankles, and answered his cell phone, which chose the worst time to go off. "Hello?" he answered, half annoyed.
"I love you," came the voice on the other line. For a millisecond, Ian was confused. Realization sunk in and, smiling a cheek to cheek grin, turned around to face his caller, standing below the dimming twilight sky and above sloshing ocean water, making the scene around him plain and boring compared to the look on his face. The look in his eyes. (Ian was the cause of that? Well, wasn't that something to be proud about.) Suddenly, all the feelings of wanting to fix his hair or hug him tight or just take a moment to look in his eyes made sense. Ian stepped closer, not caring about how dumb his smile probably looked.
"I love you, too, Ant," he said, clicking the line dead and entwining his fingers with Anthony's.
Title: Call Her
Summary: It was time for Anthony to tell this person how he felt. (No, I didn't try to keep his crush a secret; this IS an Ianthony community, is it not?)
Rating/Warnings: PG/PG13; writing so terrible it may burn your eyes like acid. They'll make a noise like "PSSSTTTTAAHHH" as they burn. Oh, and a few swears maybe and suggestive thoughts/words/etc. Those, however, most likely won't cause your eyes to go, "PSSSTTTTAAHH"
A/N: This story was written at 10 PM. It sucks. Sorry. Disclaimer: THIS SH**'S NOT REAL, BABY! ....I apologize. I'm very hyper right now.
ALRIGHT Mateys, hop on board! <3
"Who is she?" Ian asked, walking along the Malibu shoreline beside Anthony. While in town for a few days, they had decided to take a walk down the beach, just to relax. The sun was slowly descending, leaving the sky a warm pallet of reds and oranges. Ian took his eyes away from the restless, stirring ocean water and turned his head to face his friend. Anthony kept his eyes forward, his expression unreadable.
"No one." Ian rolled his eyes and sighed at Anthony's response. As they continued their slow pace down the beach, Ian tried to get it out of him again.
"No, it is some one, Ant. You can't just say you like someone then take it back,"
Anthony stopped and turned to face Ian. Cold dark eyes pierced bright blues. "I don't like anyone,"
"But-"
"I love someone," he continued quietly, his features softening. Ian couldn't help but smirk as Anthony's cheeks tinted scarlet, and he looked down, shoving his hands in his pocket and aimlessly kicking at sand.
"Well, like or love, I want to know who it is," Ian said, watching his friend's face flush further. He watched Anthony's dark hair blow across his face in the ocean breeze, and kind of just wanted to reach out and brush it out of his face.
Anthony was silent for a few moments before pursing his lips and mumbling, "Well...you know them," still staring down at his feet. Ian furrowed his brow in thought, not taking his eyes off Anthony.
"Hmm...well, what does she look like?" Ian asked, confused by the silent chuckle that came from Anthony in response. Dark eyes glanced up for a moment, noting Ian's confused expression, then quickly returned to his sand-kicking sandals. The two were silent for a while, with only crashing waves and seagulls flying overhead in the now dusky sky. As Anthony seemed to contemplate how to describe his "secret love", Ian gazed up at the shades of purple and deep red settling into night around them.
"Short..." Anthony muttered, drawing Ian's attention back from the sky. The dark haired boy finally looked up to hold eye contact with Ian. "Short, and, well, pretty damn hot, if you ask me," A smile finally curved his lips. "And, those eyes...brightest and most cheerful crystal blues I've ever seen," Anthony's cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his bashful smile turned to a wide grin exposing his teeth and cute dimples, and, that look in his eyes...they were almost overflowing with a look of, look of what? Longing, lust, love? Whatever it was, the look in those dark eyes was one Ian had never seen before, and one that Ian wanted to stay. It was obvious that whoever this was made a huge impact on Anthony's life, and needed to know just how strongly he must've felt. Ian smirked.
"Call her."
"What?!" Anthony said, blinking and coming back from a sort of daze he'd seemed to be caught in.
"I said, call her," Ian repeated in a serious tone, "Ant, you love her. The way you act, the way you look, when you talk about her...Just, call her right now, damn it, and tell her you love her. I want to see this shit," Anthony's expression turned from cheerful to sheepish and nervous in seconds.
"Ian...I-I don't know....I..." he stuttered, looking back down at the ground, where the tide began reaching their feet, and picking at loose thread on his sweatshirt. Ian chuckled at how shy and quirky his friend could actually be. Ha. Everyone thought Ian was the awkward one? Psh.
"Ant," he said firmly but quietly. Anthony's eyes slowly rose from the sand and rising water to meet Ian's. " It's fine. Just call. I'm right here for you, man," A small smile touched Anthony's lips. He swallowed hard and reached into his pocket for his phone, not breaking eye contact with Ian, who nodded reassuringly. He sighed and smiled, dialing a number and bringing the phone to his ear.
Ugh, what perfect timing for an interruption. "Sorry, man, be right back. Do NOT hang up," Ian said before walking away a few steps, noting the water had come up to reach their ankles, and answered his cell phone, which chose the worst time to go off. "Hello?" he answered, half annoyed.
"I love you," came the voice on the other line. For a millisecond, Ian was confused. Realization sunk in and, smiling a cheek to cheek grin, turned around to face his caller, standing below the dimming twilight sky and above sloshing ocean water, making the scene around him plain and boring compared to the look on his face. The look in his eyes. (Ian was the cause of that? Well, wasn't that something to be proud about.) Suddenly, all the feelings of wanting to fix his hair or hug him tight or just take a moment to look in his eyes made sense. Ian stepped closer, not caring about how dumb his smile probably looked.
"I love you, too, Ant," he said, clicking the line dead and entwining his fingers with Anthony's.