Once In A Lifetime (Chapter 3)
Title- Once In A Lifetime (Chapter 3)
Pairings- Ian/Anthony (Not really though yet)
Ratings/Warnings- A couple bad words.)
Summary- Ian continues his search for Anthony <3 (Not really a good chapter but hey!)
Authors Notes- It's nice to see that you are all enjoying these chapters :D So here is chapter 3 :) Also, my friend who goes by the name of 'xxlovelockxx' is a really good artist and everytime I write a story I send them to her and stuff. When I sent her chapter one of this story she drew a picture of her interpretation of what Anthony drew. She has now also drawn what she sees as the page from Anthony's sketchbook that has Ian's name on it. I have asked her if she will draw a picture for each chapter and she has agreed so soon, when I get them, I will post them on here! :)
I'm sorry this is a bad chapter, the next will be better, I promise ;) :/
Previous Chapters- Chapter 1 - http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/482232.html
Chapter 2 - http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/483751.html
Ian's P.O.V
I scroll down the names frantically. Seriously, there can't be that many Anthony Padilla's living on this planet! I smash my hand down on the keyboard of my laptop and am rewarded with a spark of light, a crackle of distress and a blank screen.
"ERHHHH!"
I try and calm myself unsuccesfully. I can't fnd him anywhere, not a trace! He hasn't put any more information in his sketchbook and I can't find him on any websites online, and now my laptop is bloody broken! Why can't I find him? I suddenly feel like a cartoon light bulb has turned on in my head. I have an idea.
For a couple years now I have been a member of a website. The website is designed to let you share any stories you write and any pictures you draw and other people can see them and comment. I have been joined for a while and I don't mean to boast but, I am pretty good at writing stories AND drawing, so many people have added me as a friend to get my updates. Many people all over Sacremento. People local to me. People that may know a certain Anthony Padilla. A person that may actually be Anthony Padilla. I sigh, I have just fucked up my laptop so how can I get online? Another light bulb flickers and I stand up suddenly. I run from my room, grab my coat without loosing any momentum, and hurtle through the front door. Well, nearly. The door is sort of shut so I collide with it in an ever so painful fashion but everyone makes mistakes. Me, I make more than most.
Why didn't I catch the fricking bus! I could have been there in a matter of minutes but now I'm running as I have been for about 10 minutes. It's raining now and I'm sweating heavily. Everyone I run by stares at me or laughs but I keep going. Damn you Anthony! Why are you so hard to find! Finally! I can see the sign on the front of the library and my already fast-beating heart flutters.
I burst through the door and everyone turns to look at the entrance. What they can see is a soaking wet, with rain and sweat, man with wild hair, burning eyes and the inability to do anything but breathe heavily and walk to the nearest computer. I collapse into the seat and stay sat, doing nothing for about a minute, feeling the heat from about 10 pairs of eyes lasering into the back of my head. I raise my hand up and turn on the computer. I tap my fingers on the wooden desk impatiently.
"C'mon, load!" I say in what I think is a quiet voice, but no one else thinks so as I recieve a chorus of 'shhhhh's'.
Yes! It loads and I hold back my cry of happiness. I open my website and log on. Because I have been so involved in trying to find my mystery man, I haven't been online so I have truckloads of messages. I skip all that though and go straight to writing my post.
'Hey guys, I know it's been a long time but I'm fine and I really need your help. I'm looking for someone. His name is Anthony Padilla and he is an amazing artist. He has dark hair and brown eyes. I would be really grateful if anyone here could try and find him for me. That's all for now, bye!'
I hope that will do. I hold back from writing in detail what I really remember about his features. His chocolate ring eyes, his dark, straight hair, his red lips and his slightly big but incredibly cute nose. I proof read my message and click the send button. I collapse back onto the chair. I log off and stand up to rush out the door but I stop in the middle of a half-step. My eyes widen and I freeze.
I have pretty good eye-sight and I can read/see far off distances well. So, with ease, I can see the slightly crumpled piece of paper with a lot of scrawly names on it. The name that caught my name however is Anthony's. it's a list of people who bought things from the library. I flick my eyes to the right and see a posh looking lady in a blue jumper and I make my way towards her.
"Excuse me, I am a friend of Anthony Padilla's and he asked me if I could confirm what he has bought from the library, so could I see that list over there please?" I whisper, hoping I sound convincing enough. The posh woman just raises her thin, irregular eyebrows at me.
"Malcolm?!" She calls in a cold, 'I don't give a fuck' kind of voice and goes back to her book.
"Bitch..." I mutter under my breath, but she snaps up her head and gives me a death stare. I stumble away, stifling my giggles and reaching out to Malcolm as he hands me the piece of paper with the dark man's name on it. He bought his sketchbook from here! I keep reading from his little paragraph and my mouth drops open into a little 'o' shape as it has quite alot since I met him. He has signed onto the computers many times into a website. A website where you post drawings and stories.
I rush back to the ancient computer and I log back on to my profile and scroll through my messages. I click on one that leads me to my last post. I scroll through all the pointless messages that aren't helpful and stop on the last posted comment. I smile suddenly but then half frown. The comment is by 'A.P Smosh'. I keep staring at the name, confused. I added him as a friend ages ago! This man that I have fallen so hard for, that I have only met once, that I have been searching for, for about 2 weeks, has been on my friends list for about a year. A.P must stand for Anthony Padilla. I am simply gobsmacked and the confusion mixed with love grows as I read his comment. It simply says:
'Thankyou Ian.'