Ianthony Drabbles - E
Anthony couldn’t really comprehend what was going on, but he knew he absolutely hated it. He hated seeing Ian angry, and damn, was he angry. Angry about what exactly, Anthony couldn’t piece together. He was shouting, throwing things, breaking things - and it all seemed to be directed at his “best friend”.
“I’m sick and fucking tired of sitting in the background all the time!” he said, his voice filled with rage. “How is it that you do more of the behind the scenes shit and you’re still more popular? I have my own fucking miniseries, and the most popular ones are the ones that you’re in!”
Anthony’s mouth hung open, unable to speak. What was he talking about? Nothing had been wrong that morning when they were filming. “What the hell are you talking about?” he finally managed to get out. But it sounded much smaller than he had hoped, and it was clear he was afraid.
“Don’t even try to act like you don’t know, Anthony!” Ian continued, knocking over a chair in the process. “The last two months of Smosh videos have been completely centered around you! I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore. I’m done with your fucking elitist attitude! I’m fucking done with Smosh!”
After sending one last lamp crashing at a wall, Ian stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind him. Still shaking, barely able to breath, Anthony’s head thudded against the wall before he slid down to the carpeted floor and silently sobbed.
Aw, angst.
“I’m sick and fucking tired of sitting in the background all the time!” he said, his voice filled with rage. “How is it that you do more of the behind the scenes shit and you’re still more popular? I have my own fucking miniseries, and the most popular ones are the ones that you’re in!”
Anthony’s mouth hung open, unable to speak. What was he talking about? Nothing had been wrong that morning when they were filming. “What the hell are you talking about?” he finally managed to get out. But it sounded much smaller than he had hoped, and it was clear he was afraid.
“Don’t even try to act like you don’t know, Anthony!” Ian continued, knocking over a chair in the process. “The last two months of Smosh videos have been completely centered around you! I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore. I’m done with your fucking elitist attitude! I’m fucking done with Smosh!”
After sending one last lamp crashing at a wall, Ian stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind him. Still shaking, barely able to breath, Anthony’s head thudded against the wall before he slid down to the carpeted floor and silently sobbed.
Aw, angst.