Time
Ian slipped into the covers, the room darkened with only the dim lighting of the moon shining through his window. He heaved a breathy sigh as his eyes, resting on the digital clock reading 11:03, began to close and he thought about the things that happened throughout that day. The way Anthony's hand brushed against his arm, the way he laughed at Ian's stupid joke about pigeons as he threw them a french fry, the way his face said a lot more than words could when he mentioned how much he really loved being in Smosh, their creation; their brainchild that no one could ever take away from them. Ian was so lucky to have Anthony there. He felt blessed and sometimes he couldn't really put into words what Anthony meant to him. He couldn't describe the warm feelings he felt when Anthony's presence was there. Nothing could ever compare. Ian felt giddy just thinking about him. Why did Anthony mean so much to him? Why did he stick around for so long, after all this time, so many relentless years? What was this feeling tingling within in, that began as a flicker and now was like a bursting flare of warmth and passion? Was it more than just friendship? Could it be... love?