Birthday Wishes.
Title: Birthday Wishes
Pairings: Ian/Anthony. Tiny bit of Anthony/Kalel
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, Fluff
Summary: It's Ian's birthday, and he has a special request
Author's Notes: First Ianthony fic ever. I hope you all like it. I worked very hard on it.
Previous Chapters: None so far.
Okay, so I'll be honest with you, this is not a fairy tale, nor is it a horror story. There is no "smut" or "slash", as you crazy fanatics call it, not yet anyways, just a simple story of how I fell in love with my best friend. Let me start off with an introduction. My name is Anthony Padilla, and I'm 24 years of age. My best friend and partner in crime, Ian Hecox, and I run a popular web "company" called smosh. Maybe you've heard of us, maybe not. We became good friends in sixth grade when our science teacher paired us up for a project. We've been inseparable since. So, without further ado, let me begin the tale of Mr Hecox and myself, and our incredible journey to where we are today.
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It started about two months ago, November 30th to be exact. He was overly excited about his birthday. First of all, he was releasing his final episode of Ask Charlie, a show about our "drunk" and "British" guinea pig. Secondly, he was turning 24, and lastly, he was about to unveil a secret to me that he had kept well hidden for twelve years.
He always said that becoming 24 would be a special day, but I never understood until it happened.
I was in my bedroom, talking to my beautiful but somewhat annoying girlfriend on the phone.
"Anthy-babe." she said in her sickly high voice, using a nickname I hated so much, but pretended to love.
"Yes Kalel darling?" I answered in the most falsely sweet voice I could manage.
"So, I was wondering if you would help me with a LookBook sometime this week." she giggled, and I truly mean "giggled." I sighed a long and completely fake sigh, and answered.
"Kayl, you know I need to film with Ian and the crew all week. Can it wait until next week?" Now here comes the part where you think she's going to make me choose between smosh and her, but no, she never does that. That would make things so much easier. Instead she just quickly sighs and continues on about make-up or something. I tune her out with some music, hoping she'll eventually start talking about video games or just say goodbye.
A quiet knock interrupted my thoughts, and someone slipped a CD case under my door. My sudden interest made me completely forget about the girl I "loved" on the phone. I quickly said that Ian was calling me to the living room and that I had to go. I know, lame excuse, but it worked.
"Okay Anthy-babe. Have fun!" and I finally heard that relieving click. I placed my phone under my pillow and slowly stood up from my comfortable bed. My curiosity was growing as I got closer to the disk. I picked it up from its resting spot on my floor and ran my fingers over the edge. There were no words, no messages, or indication of what this could be. I grabbed my laptop and placed it on my bed, my feet resting on my pillow and my head close to the edge. I inserted the DVD into the drive and semi-patiently waited for it to load. It finally appeared on my desktop, seeming to be a blank DVD. I clicked on it, and a video began to play.
A slide warned me to put headphones into whatever computer I was using, and listen carefully. A familiar face then showed on the screen. The hair perfectly shaped into a bowl, the crystal blue eyes shimmering in the dim light, the muscular physique that made him attractive to every woman on the planet and the bubbly face that was always so cheerful. Although, his face was not cheerful, it was solemn, broken, ready to break down and cry. He finally began to speak.
"Hey, um, Anthony. Ya.. In case you haven't already figured it out, or you have amnesia or something, it's Ian. So, today is my 24th birthday, and I've always told you it would be special. There is a reason for that, and this DVD explains it all. Okay, umm, breathe Hecox, breathe. So, you know how we joke that if we were gay, it'd be for MacGyver, right? Well, there's another man that I'd go gay for, and you just happen to know him." There was a long pause before he continued. "Anthony, I know this is probably weird for you, listening to me talk about stuff like this, when you have a girlfriend and all that, but just listen until the end. In sixth grade, I was kind of a loner. I had friends, but none of them really understood me. In fact, they were probably just my friends out of pity, nothing more. But when our teacher paired us up for that lame assignment, I felt an instant connection. We had so many common interests! I thought you were more of the jock type dude than the nerdy dude, but you liked Pokemon, Legend of Zelda and stuff like that. It wasn't until tenth grade when I FINALLY realized how close I felt to you. All of the jocks and prep chicks would mock us, saying we were gay for each other and that crap, but I.... I.... I wished that was true. In tenth grade, I fell for my best friend, the one who helped me through everything, from a broken leg or two to heartache. But I knew you'd never feel the same. I knew that you were into chicks, and that you even slept with a few. So, I tried to ignore it. I got girlfriends, I tried being straight. Fuck, I even slept with a few of them to convince myself that I was straight, but I'm not. I wasn't in sixth grade, I'm not now. I'm in love with my best friend, and I just want you to be mine. I want that Kalel bitch to just die so I can have you to myself, have my way with you. I have dreams of fucking you, and you actually enjoying it. The videos where you're half naked, I mentally strip off your clothes and do you right there. The one where I proposed to you, I wanted that to be real as hell. Goddammit Anthony. Why must you be the sexy, intelligent, hot-as-fuck guy you are? I want you. I want you to be mine. I want you for myself. That's my birthday wish. For you to just be mine." I paused the video and stared there in shock. My best friend had admitted to being gay... for me. I wasn't disgusted, or repulsed, or whatever else people think I would be. I was surprised, and relieved. On those occasions where he was almost nude, I wondered what he looked like... there. I wondered what it would be like to be gay for him. I wondered how it would feel to have him as my own. And that is when I knew that I did love him as more than friends. Kalel could go find another guy. She's pretty, intelligent, nerdy and just down-right cool, so she could get any guy she wanted, but not me. Not anymore. I gently clicked on the play icon.
"I understand if you hate me, never want to see me again or whatever. I'll survive somehow. But I just want you to know something. Anthony Danger Padilla, my brown-eyed Mexican best friend, I'm in love with you. I always have been, and I'm positive that I always will be."
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