Excuses (Ch. 7, Pt.1)
Rating: PG (Contains swearing and... abandonment? I don't know.)
Disclaimer: None of these events actually happened. This was all made up in my magical little universe trapped inside my mind. And no matter how awesome it would be, I do not own Smosh. However, any other characters I probably mention I made up :3
I walked through the unending amount of trees, searching high and low for Anthony. I've looked everywhere and he's no where to be found, and I started to worry. I was also thinking about other things as well, such as why is Anthony mad at me? He's the one who fucking kissed me first! And yeah, so I kissed back. Does that make him automatically assume I'm gay?
I sighed as I pushed all those thoughts away, making my main priority to find Anthony. I looked for another five to ten minutes when I suddenly stopped in my tracks. He's in the frickin' car! I pretty much smacked myself in the head. How can I be so stupid?
I ran through the trees and toward the black car lonely sitting there on the paved road. I looked inside the dark window and sure enough there he was, sitting blankly in the driver's seat and not even acknowledging the fact that I'm there. I tapped on the window, but he still didn't respond.
"Anthony, I have to get in."
He still sat there, motionless. Ignoring me.
"Come on, Anthony. Do you expect me to walk home?"
He sighed with irritation and he flipped the little switch that unlocked the door. I got in the car, hoping that Anthony would just forget the whole thing, like the kiss didn't even happen. But he wouldn't, and he's still pretty much mad at me for nothing. The tension in the air was so strong I could taste it, and it didn't taste very good at all.
Why does it always seem like Anthony always gets mad at me for some reason? It's probably going to end the same too-- with him begging for forgiveness from me. That he didn't know what had happened, and with me forgiving him, because I can't stand to see him sad. But he doesn't seem to mind when I'm curled up in a ball from his yelling.
"Well are you gonna start the car so we can leave, or are we just gonna sit here all day?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.
He turned on the engine, expressionless, as if he were a lifeless body but was able to move. He then drove down the paved road and started our long journey back home.
I awkwardly shifted in my seat. The silence was unbearable.
"Look, Anthony, can we just talk about this?"
"There's nothing to talk about," He muttered.
"Yes, there is! Anthony, you fucking kissed me in the lake!"
"I didn't mean too! I didn't know what came over me.. I guess my mind had thought I was still with Kelsie or something.. But YOU kissed me BACK. You had control over that."
I was dumbfounded. Completely clueless of what to say. In a way, he was right. But you don't just accidentally kiss someone, especially one of the same gender.
We sat there in an awkward silence for a while. I was biting my lip nervously Then suddenly Anthony started talking again, and I really wish he hadn't.
"Ian, are you gay?" My eyes grew wide and my heart started beating fast. I was so panicked, I thought I was about to shit my pants. Calm down, Hecox.. You can save yourself.
"What? No..No of course not."
"Ian. Don't lie to me."
"I'm not! Look, we aren't even talking about that right now--"
"Ian fucking Hecox. For the last time. Are you gay?" He asked again, pausing between each word. "Don't even think about lying to me, Hecox." Damn, why does he have to say my name so much?
I looked around in the car as if the windshield would tell me what to say. Is it all going to come out now? Well.. I guess so.
"Y-Yes.." I squeaked out.
Anthony let all the air out that he was keeping in his lungs. His eyebrows were stitched together, deep in thought. I was scared shitless, his lack of response is making me worried.
After a while of nothing, Anthony slowed down to a stop, unlocking the passenger door. I looked at him with confusion.
"Get out."
Did I hear that right? "W-What?"
"I said get out. I don't want fags in my car."
"A-Anthony, you're just being delusional about this! You don't really mean--"
"I said get the fuck out!" He exclaimed, interrupting me.
I stared at him in disbelief. Is he really kicking me out of the car and making me walk the rest of the way home? I kept opening my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He narrowed his eyes at me. He was being fucking serious.
I gave him one last pleading stare before I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. I had to choke back my tears as he drove away. What a fucking asshole! Why does this always seem to happen with us? Anthony and I laugh and hangout together, then I do something wrong, and Anthony gets mad and yells at me while I just innocently sit there, grimacing at every hurtful thing he would say. I follow him around like some sort of lost puppy, and he smacks me on the nose for pissing on the carpet. Not literally, of course. Sometimes I don't even know why I love Anthony so much.
No. I do know. He's outgoing, exciting, great personality, fun to be around, my best friend since sixth grade! Not to mention his strikingly good looks. Sometimes though.. He's just a little.. temperamental.\
I sighed as I started walking back home, feeling the hot tears form at my eyes. Luckily, I'm not that far from home, so it shouldn't take long to get there. Even so, my heart kept hurting more and more with each step.
Welp. There's Chapter 7...part 1. I got really super tired.. so I didn't write all that I had written for this chapter :P BUT, I will put it up tomorrow :D God, I'm sooooo lazy, but I've really been absolutely exhausted these past few days :( I bet you are thinking that this story got off topic from what was going on in the beginning.. but just you wait :3