Letters Ch. 2
Title: Letters
Pairing: Ian/Anthony
Rating: PG (for this chapter)
Summary: Anthony, while looking for business papers, stumbles upon very interesting letters addressed to him.
A/N: This came out waaaay later than I thought it would. One week I just suddenly got three essays that I had to write. But I finally got time to write this chapter. It probably could've been better but I think I like the way it turned out.
Ian didn't come out of his room for the rest of the night. Even when Anthony offered dinner he stayed inside the darkness of his room.
Anthony ate alone. Still thinking about everything. He knew Ian would have to come out eventually but when he did, what was Anthony going to say? Anthony pondered this all throughout his dinner. If he simply said he was “okay” with it, would Ian try to make a move or something? And while ignoring Ian’s feelings toward him seemed to be the easiest way out, he didn’t want to seem like a total dick just ignoring how his friend felt. Those were pretty much his only two options. Unless Anthony felt the same…
Anthony shook his head to rid himself of that thought. He wasn’t in love with his best friend. Anthony was just another normal guy who was straight. But he had nothing against gays. He just didn’t want to be with one. But this was Ian he was talking about. They’d known each other for years and years. He was so confused of his feelings.
~~x~~
Ian rocked back and forth, knees brought up to his chest, hands on the side of his head, eyes dazed as he was lost in thought. He still sat in his position on the floor from earlier. His thoughts raced from one to another so quickly he could barely remember more than one.
How will Anthony react? Will he kick me out? What about Smosh? It’s over! Anthony will hate me. He’d never accept that. Maybe the gay part, but my feelings for him! It will only be awkward now.
Ian sighed heavily. Then he heard a knock on his door, which in turn made him jump. It was Anthony. He heard his muffled voice through the door but he was too caught off guard to hear what he said. Eventually Anthony just left. As the footsteps padded away, Ian got up. He knew he’d have to face Anthony sooner or later. But Ian sat on his bed choosing later. He still had some things to think about.
~~x~~
The next morning, Ian got up early and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He decided he’d make two plates of eggs, one he would leave on the counter for Anthony. But as he was scraping the eggs onto the plates, Anthony walked down the hall. He stopped at the end looking at Ian who was focused on not spilling the eggs. Once Ian noticed him he stuttered out, “Uh…I made us some eggs…do you want some?”
Anthony slowly nodded, staring at the eggs, deep in thought. When he snapped back to reality, he said, “Uhh…yea sure,” then went to sit down at the table. Ian grabbed both plates and two forks then sat down at the table, giving Anthony a plate. Both men sat there awkwardly and picked at their food. Anthony looked up and said, “Umm…so do you wanna film that Lunchtime episode tomorrow?”
Ian finally looked up and replied, “Why tomorrow? I thought we were planning to do that today.”
Anthony blushed, “Yea. Sure. I guess that’s okay. Let’s film today then. What should we eat?” Anthony slowly trailed off looking down.
Ian shrugged off the fact that Anthony didn’t answer his question and said, “How about Mexican food?”
Anthony suddenly seemed interested in his food. He murmured a yes and quickly started wolfing down his eggs. He finished them within about 30 seconds. Ian looked at him questioningly. Anthony just shrugged and sat back in his seat.
“When should we go?” Anthony looked at Ian dead in the eyes; there was a ghost of a smile on his face. Almost as if he had a plan.
Ian stuttered, “Um…how about 3…” He seemed to have a hard time focusing on the conversation now. Anthony leaned forward, smile growing a bit more and whispered, “Great. Sounds like a plan.” And with that he got up, putting his plate in the sink and heading to his bedroom. Ian sat back in his seat in shock. What just happened?
Anthony was planning something evil. Something he knew would work perfectly.
Pairing: Ian/Anthony
Rating: PG (for this chapter)
Summary: Anthony, while looking for business papers, stumbles upon very interesting letters addressed to him.
A/N: This came out waaaay later than I thought it would. One week I just suddenly got three essays that I had to write. But I finally got time to write this chapter. It probably could've been better but I think I like the way it turned out.
Ian didn't come out of his room for the rest of the night. Even when Anthony offered dinner he stayed inside the darkness of his room.
Anthony ate alone. Still thinking about everything. He knew Ian would have to come out eventually but when he did, what was Anthony going to say? Anthony pondered this all throughout his dinner. If he simply said he was “okay” with it, would Ian try to make a move or something? And while ignoring Ian’s feelings toward him seemed to be the easiest way out, he didn’t want to seem like a total dick just ignoring how his friend felt. Those were pretty much his only two options. Unless Anthony felt the same…
Anthony shook his head to rid himself of that thought. He wasn’t in love with his best friend. Anthony was just another normal guy who was straight. But he had nothing against gays. He just didn’t want to be with one. But this was Ian he was talking about. They’d known each other for years and years. He was so confused of his feelings.
~~x~~
Ian rocked back and forth, knees brought up to his chest, hands on the side of his head, eyes dazed as he was lost in thought. He still sat in his position on the floor from earlier. His thoughts raced from one to another so quickly he could barely remember more than one.
How will Anthony react? Will he kick me out? What about Smosh? It’s over! Anthony will hate me. He’d never accept that. Maybe the gay part, but my feelings for him! It will only be awkward now.
Ian sighed heavily. Then he heard a knock on his door, which in turn made him jump. It was Anthony. He heard his muffled voice through the door but he was too caught off guard to hear what he said. Eventually Anthony just left. As the footsteps padded away, Ian got up. He knew he’d have to face Anthony sooner or later. But Ian sat on his bed choosing later. He still had some things to think about.
~~x~~
The next morning, Ian got up early and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He decided he’d make two plates of eggs, one he would leave on the counter for Anthony. But as he was scraping the eggs onto the plates, Anthony walked down the hall. He stopped at the end looking at Ian who was focused on not spilling the eggs. Once Ian noticed him he stuttered out, “Uh…I made us some eggs…do you want some?”
Anthony slowly nodded, staring at the eggs, deep in thought. When he snapped back to reality, he said, “Uhh…yea sure,” then went to sit down at the table. Ian grabbed both plates and two forks then sat down at the table, giving Anthony a plate. Both men sat there awkwardly and picked at their food. Anthony looked up and said, “Umm…so do you wanna film that Lunchtime episode tomorrow?”
Ian finally looked up and replied, “Why tomorrow? I thought we were planning to do that today.”
Anthony blushed, “Yea. Sure. I guess that’s okay. Let’s film today then. What should we eat?” Anthony slowly trailed off looking down.
Ian shrugged off the fact that Anthony didn’t answer his question and said, “How about Mexican food?”
Anthony suddenly seemed interested in his food. He murmured a yes and quickly started wolfing down his eggs. He finished them within about 30 seconds. Ian looked at him questioningly. Anthony just shrugged and sat back in his seat.
“When should we go?” Anthony looked at Ian dead in the eyes; there was a ghost of a smile on his face. Almost as if he had a plan.
Ian stuttered, “Um…how about 3…” He seemed to have a hard time focusing on the conversation now. Anthony leaned forward, smile growing a bit more and whispered, “Great. Sounds like a plan.” And with that he got up, putting his plate in the sink and heading to his bedroom. Ian sat back in his seat in shock. What just happened?
Anthony was planning something evil. Something he knew would work perfectly.