One in a million (part four)
Title: One in a million
Pairings: You can't really speak of a pairing
Rating/Warnings: PG or PG-13 I guess
Summary: After a week without Ian, Anthony decides to go to their house. He couldn't have guessed it would be this hard.
Author's Notes: I don't own anyone or anything, just my imagination and my story. I apologize if there are any (grammar) mistakes. This chapter is in Anthony's POV.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter one: http://lazah.livejournal.com/935.html
Chapter two: http://lazah.livejournal.com/1226.html
Chapter three: http://lazah.livejournal.com/1497.html
It’s been a week. A week without his face, without his voice, without his goofy humor and his world brightening smile.
A week without his crystal blue eyes, shimmering like diamonds when the light would fell on his face, a week without my best friend, my soulmate, my other half.
I missed everything about him, literally everything. I remembered how much he could annoy me by suddenly scaring me while I was focussed on editing, or by hiding my keys right when I really had to leave, or by pushing me while I was writing something, so there was a big stain of ink on the paper. I could only wish for him to do those silly things again.
How much I hated it back then, that’s how much I loved him to do it right now. These were just characteristics that belonged to Ian. He wouldn’t be the same Ian if he couldn’t annoy me by those little pranks.
I hadn’t left the hospital for the entire week, and I decided that I should go home, to take a shower, put on some fresh clothes and shave. The moment he opens his eyes, I don’t want to look like a smelly tramp. I want to look like Anthony, just like he remembers me… hopefully. It was still early and I decided to leave now, so I wouldn’t get stuck in traffic and it would only took me about an hour to get right back to him.
When I opened the door of our house, everything remembered me of him. His inhaler was lying on the table, along with a Pokémon card and a stapler. I would probably be joking about what he’s doing when I’m not here in the weekends while we recorded lunchtime. I smiled at the memory as I suddenly realized we missed an episode of lunchtime, Ian is bored, and a regular video. I hadn’t checked my twitter, youtube or smosh account in a week and decided our fans had the right to get some explanation. When I logged in, it was even worse than I imagined. Thousands and thousands of fans were worried, asking why there weren’t any new videos and why we weren’t replying to any of them.
Rumors were spreading, rumors of us being dead, being sick, being in a fight, even rumors that we just quitted Smosh. I decided to put an announcement on our Smosh site, and the links to it on our youtube and twitter accounts. I couldn’t explain it in a video yet, I would burst out into tears right away and I wouldn’t let our fans see that, they would be shocked. I started typing, but I couldn’t write the truth yet. I wouldn’t lie either, but I decided to make it a little les worse than it was, just in case Ian was about to wake up. I don’t wanna scare our fans, they would be so worried.
I reread my text as I put in online;
Announcement! Pay attention!
Hi guys, it’s Anthony here, and I owe you an explanation of why we haven’t put any videos online for a week. The problem is, Ian’s very sick, and he’s unable to record videos at the moment. I have to take care of him but I promise to keep in touch with you guys, and I will check my twitter account from time to time to answer your questions. Contact me there if there’s anything serious you need to know, and I’ll see what I can do. Don’t forget we love you all, and we thank you for your support over all these years.
X, Anthony.
Reactions were coming in every second. I read some of them, and the opinions were divided.
“Ohhh, Anthony send us a kiss!”
I sighed, I just told about Ian being sick and some girls were focusing on that?
I scrolled further.
“Hope he gets better soon, we miss your vids”
“Get well soon Ian!”
“Oh my god what’s wrong with him, is it his asthma again?”
“I’m sooo sending him a ‘get well’-card and some chocolates for the next Ian is Bored a.k.a. Mailtime with Smosh!”
A weak smile made its way to my face. I was glad to see most of them were really worried about Ian, me, and smosh.
“Seriously? Just make some damn videos, that’s what you owe us!”
“Lol, I hope he dies, he’s the ugly half of smosh anyways.”
"Finally, a week without your crappy vids. You guys suck anywayz."
I turned off the computer right away, I couldn’t believe those haters and I didn’t want to put my energy in them. How could they even think like that.. How could they be so cruel? Ian is an amazing person and I couldn’t even believe they dared to write such things.
As I came from my shower, finally having a little bit of a ‘fresh’ feeling again, I walked across Ian’s room. His door wasn’t completely shut, like it never was. When he slept, he always wanted a little bit of light shining into his room from the hallway. I used to tease him that he was just scared, while he kept on assuring me that it was just comforting him. I slowly walked in and hundreds of memories flashed through my mind. As I walked over to his bed, I took the Pikachu plushie and sat it on my lap. It smelled sweet and a little musky, just like Ian.
I closed my eyes a second while I let the smell penetrate my nostrils. It smelled so familiar and when I opened my eyes, I saw the frame on his night stand. It was a collage of photos, all of us. It were photos from all over the years, which included the ‘friendship always wins!’ photo, a photo from us at school, a lot of photos were we were dressed, such as Link and Ganondorf, Ash and the metrosexual hipster, and so on, and in the middle of it, a picture of us strangled in a hug. People used to say we had such a cute bromance and I couldn’t do anything but agree.
I knew visiting our house would be quite hard for me, but I didn’t expect this. Memory after memory came into my mind and suddenly, the feeling of total sadness overwhelmed me again. Right here, in his room, his appearance felt so strong, like he was still here. I wouldn’t even be shocked if he came in to tell me;
“Anthony, I know you think I’m hot and stuff but you’re stalking is too much, get the fuck out of my room instead of searching my drawers for my underwear.”
I would probably tackle him after that, and it would end up in some epic pillow fight or something, until we were exhausted from laughter.
Tears filled my eyes and I knelt down at his bed, holding the frame from his night stand. I let out a deep sigh and a tear rolled down my cheek.
“Ian, I can’t handle this much longer. I will keep on fighting for you, but I don’t know for how long I can take this. I think about it every night, as I’m desperate to fall asleep, but if you aren’t coming back to me, maybe I should come to you...”