Clocks
Title: Clocks
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Rating/Warnings: PG, probable AU
Summary: Ian starts getting worried about Anthony.
Author's Notes: I should get into doing more fanfiction... @.@
"Ian stop throwing popcorn at my face, I'm trying to watch this movie," It wasn't angry, but it sounded like there would be conflict any second.
Said man pouted slightly and stopped his hand in the buttery bag of cooling popcorn, about halfway empty from tossing almost every piece so far at Anthony's complexion. The movie isn't even that good! Ian sighed loudly and stared at the floor near his boyfriend; curled up seemingly as far away as possible. Glancing at the screen he noticed the cliche plot was nearly over and they finally realized their true feelings. He reached into the hogged bag- How come Anthony didn't want any? -and scooped up a handful to shove in his mouth.
Just then the dark-haired male looked over, fixing a disgusted facial expression to be used at Ian. The movie ended and it grew silent; not that they even talked at all though... well, except for Anthony to snap at him.
Anthony got up and glared at Ian, "Seriously? You know I wanted to see this movie!" Uncharacteristically storming down the hall to the shared room, slamming the door harshly and then; that's when the true silence moved in on the bowl-haired man like a ninja.
I feel bad, but he's being so different, what do I do? Ian wondered for a bit before deciding to do something nice and something he usually dreaded to even think of; clean.
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His eyes glanced at the gentle pink wash cloth he noticed as he opened the kitchen drawer. Looking under the sink unsuccessfully for counter cleaner, then trying his love's bathroom with final succession, he sighed and sprayed the bottle a few times at the dusty counter of Anthony's. It was always cleared off; he knew the product all had "special places" they all went when not currently in use. It was odd to have such a precise person living with him; while he differed and left everything out on the counter if he used it often. Whatever makes him happy, he hated how the other man still wasn't out of the room, but the every-so-often shuffle put his mind at ease. Realizing the thoughts had him distracted enough so he finished when the raging ideas froze, he sighed with relief. More to go, he then mentally groaned.
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Gingerly putting the cleaner spray bottle back under the marble sink, and tossing the wash cloth into a nearby laundry bin, Ian made his way back out into the practically spotless living room; having vacuumed up the pesky pieces of popcorn and wiped down the other counters throughout the house.
He looked at the clock; noticing the time. Had it already been almost an hour? Then again, he rarely cared what time it was unless he had to be somewhere or do something at a certain time. Then as he spun around he noticed Anthony standing there looking around curiously, then turning around to nod approvingly. It nearly made Ian hug and kiss the other, but he still had a bit of wariness about the attitude from before.
Anthony walked forward and, surprisingly, hugged him tightly, "Thank you Ian! This takes away from my stress, big time!" earning a blush from the slightly shorter male. Pecking his lips gently, the raven-haired sighed happily and leaned so his chin could rest of the bony shoulder in front of him, "I'm sorry about lately, I've been so stressed; what with Smosh, and doing all the house work, and trying to get settled into my new job... I just need time for me too..." Noticing and giggling at the cleared throat next to his cheek, "Of course you too Ian," gently murmuring, "especially you."
They both glanced at the clock, then they pulled apart so only their hands were touching, though Ian spoke up first, "Hey, to make up for it wanna make a Smosh video?" At the raised eyebrow, he grinned, "We can cut out the good parts, so the fans who are onto us can get frustrated some more," suggested the younger of the two.
"You," chuckled and joked Anthony, "are evil!" Then growing a bit serious quirked up an eyebrow, "We should tell them sometime though, I hate using 'beards'." Referring to two of their friends who understood and would pose as girlfriends as long as they needed.
"Well then," Ian plucked his phone out of his pocket and fiddled to find the camera application, but looked up into his boyfriend's soft puppy-like eyes that nicely contrasted his piercing icy blues, "I can't wait."