Once In A Lifetime (Chapter 1)
Title- Once In A Lifetime chapter 1
Pairings- Ian/Anthony (Sort of)
Ratings/Warnings- Baaaad language ;)
Summary- Ian is forced to go to a beach party :) You'll have to read it to find out more ;)
Authors Notes- Chapter 1 of Once In A Lifetime! it's not very long and there probably won't be many chapters but I hope you like it. :) I also think I may have invented a new word in this story heheh. :D
Previous Chapters- None :) Yet
Ian's P.O.V
"I don't want to go!" I whine loudly shaking my head and pouting my lips in the hope that they will go away.
"C'mon Ian! You haven't been out for ages!" Peter says, throwing his hands in the air as Luke and Owen stand in formation behind him, nodding their heads.
"And you know why I don't!" I cry and I feel my face growing redder by the second, this is not a subject I like to linger on. Especially as Luke and Owen are oblivious to the situation while Peter stares sympatheticaly back at me. He turns around and whispers something to the other guys, then turns back and drags me away into a private room.
"I know you like guys, but it's not just girls that go to the beach, if you know what I'm saying." Peter says nudging me with his elbow with a suggestive look on his face. I sigh loudly, I should have faked an illness as soon as they proposed the idea of this wretched beach party.
"Yeah, I know what your bloody saying, but I don't care, I don't wanna go!" I try to talk seriously but I can hear the desperate whining in my voice.
"But you're already in your beach gear aren't you?" Peter asks with an odd look on his face. Like he's planning something. And I don't like it.
"Yeah, but how does that.... HEY, PUT ME DOWN!" I'm suddenly hoisted into the air over Peters shoulder and he laughs and runs back to the other guys.
"He's ready, c'mon!" He says to the others as they burst into laughter at the sight of me sprawled over Peters shoulder.
"Peter! Put me DOWN right this fucking SECOND!" I screech right in his ear and I notice his flinch of pain satifactially.
"Okay boss." He says, saluting with his spare hands as we get to the car and he chucks me in the open backseat. He slams the door shut and before I can even try and escape, Luke clicks on the childlock and I am trapped.
"Ohhhhhhh, you douche-pickles are so gonna get it later!" I say through gritted teeth, though I am beggining to find the funny side of this horrible situation.
I sit in the of the car pouting as we finally pull over into a parking space on the sea front. I can see the sea through the windscreen, wild and blue as ever. Some people even say my eyes are as blue and sparkling as the sea.
"Hey, you two go on ahead, me and Ian will be out in a minute." Peter says to Owen and Luke as they hastily exit the car and run towards the nearest group of girls. Sometimes I wish I could be like them. Normal. I can't help falling for men though, not that I have ever had a boyfriend. I had bad experiences at school when all the other students found out my secret and I was shunted until I found Peter, who didn't care that I am gay.
"Are you feeling okay Ian?" He asks now, his cool grey eyes hard with seriousness and care.
"Yeah, man. All good apart from being forced to come to a stupid beach party against my will." I mutter, though I'm not really annoyed anymore. "Lets just get it overwith." I say and Peter's face brightens. He takes off the child lock, chuckling slightly to himself and he opens the door for me.
I sit on the sand watching the time fly by. The view really is beautiful. Apart from when some fat dude comes and plants his giant butt right in the way of the sea, as someone is now. I sigh with annoyance and get up, dusting myself off, and begin to walk somewhere else, somewhere more empty and peaceful, where I can get a better view. I've been walking for about 5 minutes now. I love the feeling of the sand beneath my toes and the wind playing with my infamous bowl haircut. I stop. Just ahead of me is a little slice of the beach that is empty and holds a more perfect view than anywhere else. Well, almost empty. I can see a hunched up figure of a man nestled in the sand with what I think is a drawing pad and a pencil. For some reason I am drawn to him. He has dark hair but I can't see his face. Yet.
I keep walking towards him, butterflies dancing in my stomach. I'm so stupid! I don't even know this man, I haven't even seen his face and yet I feel like a teenage girl clamouring over One Direction. I'm closer now and he looks up towards me. My heart lurches. He's beautiful! He has dark brown eyes, his dark hair is swept over his forehead, zig zagging down to the right, he has soft red lips and a slightly large nose but he is still the most amazing thing I have ever seen. And he's smiling at me! Actually smiling! I smile back quickly, not wanting him to feel I am not acknowledging him. He's right next to me now and my heart wins the war against my mind. I drop down beside him.
"Hi." I hear myself say. "My name's Ian."
"Um, hey, my name is Anthony."
Anthony! I try his name out in my head slowly. His voice is smooth and mysterious. I want to hear it again. I hear him laugh and I break away from my sound testing.
"You look like you're in a trance." He says, still giggling.
His laugh... Just wow. I have no way to explain it!
"Oh, haha, sorry!" I join his steady laughter, leaning closer towards him. "Hey, what are you drawing?"
"Oh, er, nothing!" He splutters, turning red and looking away shyly.
"I'm sorry, It's okay I don't need to see!" I say quickly, not wanting to scare away this shy man I'm just beginning to know.
"Umm, it's okay, you can see, just don't laugh. Or think I am a perv." He says, turning back towards me with his face calmer and less coloured than before. He hands me his black sketchbook and I flick to to his drawing. I stare in shock. He is an amazing artist. But what makes it more amazing is that the picture he has drawn, is me. Me from earlier when I was sitting in the sand, staring out to sea. I look back at this gorgeous man who is looking away again, bashfully.
"Wow, you are amazing!" I say truthfully and I watch his face turn even more pink than before.
"Err, thanks!" He mumbles. "I'm sorry I have to go now." He pulls himself upwards, grabs his bag and begins to stumble away. My heart drops. I will probably never see him again. Oh no! I still have his sketch book! I look on the first page and read:
Property Of Anthony Padilla.
I smile at his name before frowning again, back to reality.
"Anthony!" I yell across the empty part of the beach. But he is already gone.