Once In A Lifetime (Chapter 2)

Jul 02, 2012 20:34


Title- Once In A Lifetime (Chapter 2)
Pairings- Ian/Anthony (Well, not so much in this chapter)
Ratings/Warnings- Nothing for once! :)
Summary- Ian discovers more about the mystery man.
Authors Notes- From chapter one I used the word 'satisfactially' and I'm pretty sure that isn't a word heheh, is it? Anyway, I'm glad people enjoyed chapter one, so here is chapter two! :) (Dream is italic)
Previous Chapters- Chapter 1 ~ http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/482232.html#cutid1



Ian's P.O.V

He walks towards me through the field of multi-coloured flowers with a small but inviting smile on his face. The intense sunlight bounces from his dark, brown hair and the slight breeze ruffles it gently into tight waves. Everything goes by twice as slow through my eyes, watching this figure slowly move forward. His dark, chocolate eyes are sparkling with warmth and are staring, unblinking, straight into mine. The wind plays with his light blue t-shirt and it blows up slightly revealing a small line of evenly tanned skin. His smile grows as he stops suddenly, about a metre away from me. I can't move. I can't speak. All I can do is stare up in wonder at this tall slice of heaven before me. I'm breathing heavily now as I continue to lock eyes with this mysterious man. His beautiful smile cracks wider and he raises his arm and twists his hand up towards me. I finally find control over my body and I reach my own hand up to hold his hand, soft but tightly gripped. He pulls at my hand and I'm tugged towards him. He wraps his arms around my waist and I can feel his breath on my face as he looks down on me with an impossibly amazing smile. My eyes close involuntarily and my faces tilts up towards his. My eyes open into slits and I can see him leaning downwards towards me...

"Oh God!"

I sit bolt upright, breathing hard and fast. I look around me quickly and realise that I'm not in a flower field in the warm arms of Anthony. I'm sat up in my bed with the covers kicked back, sweating quite alot. I groan. Such a good dream. Ever since I met this handsome stranger last week, I haven't been able to stop thinking about him, day and night. I have been back to that empty part of the beach several times a day, everyday, just to see if he would be there. He hasn't though. I haven't looked in his sketchbook since he showed me his amazing drawing of me staring out to sea. I can't help but smile at that though. Of all the guys and girls on the beach, he chose to draw me with my goofy bowl haircut and unusually pale skin. He seemed so embarrased and shy too. I mean, if I had drawn someone, and then they had come up and asked me if they could see what I had drawn I would have been embarrased too. But not as much as he actually was. I throw my tired legs over the side of my bed and stand up shakily. I lift up my mattress to where the mysterious sketchbook of Anthony Padilla has been for the past week and I think it's time I had a look.

I open the cover of the sketchbook with one finger, as if afraid it would crumble beneath my touch. I see the front page.

Property Of Anthony Padilla.

His name still makes me smile and the butterflies in my stomach lurch like a teenage girl. I look to the first drawing. Wow he's good. He has an odd thing though. He seems to enjoy drawing mythical creatures. A good quarter of this nearly filled up book is covered with different dragons of all colours and origins. I turn each page with wonder, my feelings of trespassing fading quickly as I loose myself inside Anthony's little world.

It stops suddenly. I frown, confused. It can't end here, I still haven't come across his picture of me. I turn the empty page over and my mouth falls open.

I go to the beach alot. I hate the stupid beach parties that Peter drags me too. (Apart from the last where I met Anthony.) They don't always have parties though. Sometimes I go with Peter of some of the other guys like Connor and Joseph and we play around in the ocean or we play with a ball on the sand. Most of the time though, I travel down to the beach alone. I enjoy just sitting and staring out into the seemingly endless blue sea and watch other families enjoying themselves, knowing I can never be, happy, that way. But I guess Anthony noticed me, although I never noticed him.

My mouth is still hanging open. My eyes are wide and I just stay frozen in amazment. The page after the blank one is filled with colour with not a plain, white spot in sight. The page is coloured diagonally in rainbow colours. There are a few small dragons scattered around the page and suprisingly and un manly, alot flowers surrounding the only writing on the highly decorated page. The writing is only three letters and a shape long but that is exactly the point.

It simply says:

Ian <3.

After getting over my initial shock, I calm slightly but the butterflies are still tearing around inside me. He must have heard one of the guys saying my name. I shakily grab the corner of the paper and flip over the page and my breathing stops once again. It's a sketchy drawing of the time when Peter had picked me up and thrown me in the sea. I broke out onto the surface with a strand of seaweed stuck in my dripping hair. He has drawn me walking out from the ocean with the seaweed stranded in my hair. I smile even more as I see he has bended it slightly from what it really looked like. He has drawn a beautiful sunset behind me and it turns my skin and my, carefully drawn, bowl haircut golden. He has drawn a broad smile on my face, similar to the one I am wearing now and my blue eyes are sparkling on the page reflecting the light from the sun. My hand dances happily, excitedly across the page, flicking it over. This drawing is the time we were playing beach volleyball and I smashed the ball down over the net, winning the game for my team. He has drawn me punching my fist in the air and a victorious smile on my face. My hair stuck out oddly all over the place and the sea lapping gently at my feet. I turn to the next page and the next. I am simply breathless. I can't even begin to describe what I am feeling now for this man I hardly know. All I can do is stare at these beautiful drawings page after page. I flick sadly to the last drawn on page, knowing there may not be any drawn on the unused ones again if I don't find him, and my head turns foggy. The last drawn picture is the one after the one of me sitting watching the sea. The last drawn picture isn't actually something that really happened, but it feels like it should be. The last drawn picture has to be the best by far.

In this picture the sun is high in the sky. Just like in my dream, we are walking in a field of flowers, but these aren't yet coloured. Birds are flying around us and the sunlight is bouncing of of our smiling faces and shining eyes. We are together. Me and Anthony. Our hands are joined and our bodies are close together as our walk is frozen on the page. My eyes dart around the page and the top right corner catches my eye. There are some small, scrawly words hidden in the corner and as I read them my heart thumps wildly again. This time there are just two words but they are enough to sum up both of our feelings on the situation. They read:

I wish...

I close the book shut, my heart still beats in an irregular pattern. My mind is made up.

I WILL find this man.

smosh, pg

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