Your face stuck in my head, literally. (one-shot)
Title: Your face stuck in my head, literally.
Pairing: Ianthony
Genre: Comedy, Sci-fi, Friendship, Romance
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, Swearing
Summary: It was a twisted week for Ian and Anthony.
Previous Chapters: none.
Disclaimer: I don't own smosh.
No one's POV
Day one:
It was a seemingly normal day in the humble abode of Ian and Anthony. Ian happily eating fruity loops, especially the pink ones, which kinda resembles a pink frosted sprinkled doughnut. Anthony just waking up from bed 'cause he stayed up late editing their next kick ass video. Charlie munching on a piece of lettuce and not shooting out lasers. Yeah, it seems quite the ordinary until...
"Good morning, dude. Want som---What the freaking fuck?!?" Ian cursed.
"What, Ian, Something wro-- Oh my fucking god, what kind of sick joke is this?" His eyes were practically bulging out as he said his last few words.
"Ant, I swear, I did nothing!"
"Okay, man. I believe in you, but only because this was so hella realistic unlike your stupid bj prank."
"Hey, at least you fell for it, sucker." Ian stuck his tongue out.
"Touché!"
"Anyway, about this nonsense... What the freaking fuck?!?" Ian repeated.
"Well, obviously, we switched bodies. Now, I have to live with this stupid face for the rest of my life or, hopefully, 'till this shit wears off..."
"Yeah. Our real problem is: "How the hell did we trade faces? This only happens in movies and such. Hey... What did you say about my face?"
"Whoa, chill out dude, just brightening this up!"
"Yeah, right," Ian voice with sarcasm. "how does dulling up my features help with this?" Ian continued.
Day two:
"Hey, Ian. Can I go shower first, it's getting really hot here in Sacramento." Anthony asked.
"Sure, dude. I'll just be in front of the pc anyway. Just don't look at my junk." Ian's eyes were not leaving from the screen.
"Pfft, I'm not a flaming homo like you!"
"Shut up and just shower already. You're beginning to smell awful, geez." What do you expect from grown men? Flower scented sweat?
"Do you mean YOUR body, not mine." Anthony countered.
"Fuck you!" Ian flipped him off.
5 minutes later...
"Pffftt... Bwahahahahaha!!! Oh my god, Ian!" Anthony walked into Ian's room. Clad in only a towel around his waist.
"What?" Ian asked.
"Small." Ian squinted his eyes in disbelief.
"It's not that-- You looked? You fucking looked? God, you're such a dick."
"Hahahahahahaha" Anthony almost had tears in his eyes from his obnoxious laughter. Life's a bitch... for Ian, at least.
Day three:
"Man, don't pair that shirt with my jeans! And please, straighten out my hair, it'll ruin my image if I go out looking like that!" Anthony pointed to Ian's direction.
"Dude, Anthony, we're not going to a catwalk, okay? We're just going to the grocery store. Surely, teenagers wouldn't be strolling around there unless they're truant or something."
"Point taken."
Day four:
"Cut!!!" Ian pushed the stop button on their camera.
"What, dude?" Anthony annoyingly said. This was the third time so far they've cut the episode.
"Oh my lord, do I have to explain this? You don't make the mom jokes now, I do! What do you think I'm doing? Incest?" Ian exclaimed.
"Ian, you know you're just as bad as I am. I don't usually move my right hand when singing "finding twitter questions" nor do I make loud obnoxious noises when I eat."
"Ant, what are we doing? We're fighting! We're supposed to be best friends, right?" Ian frowned.
"Yeah. Man, this is tearing our friendship apart!" Anthony jerked forward to hug Ian.
"Ant, we'll get through this. I promise." Ian smiled and leaned in to tighten their embrace.
Day five:
"Ian, can I ask you a favor, please?" Anthony begged.
"Anything, Ant." Ian turned to Anthony. They were sitting on their couch. Their bodies were sprawled out as they reeked of fatigue and tiredness after a long day of filming.
"I need you to give Kalel a date. I know it's hard but I promised her." Anthony looked at Ian with pleading eyes.
"You know I could never let any friend down. Even my best friend's girlfriend." Ian assured his friend. There was a slight hint of jealousy shown on his face.
"Aww, thanks, bro. We've really changed. Remember yesterday when we were brawling? I'm sorry if it makes you cry at night." Anthony held Ian's shoulder.
"It doesn't make me cry, Ant. You know I just said that for entertainment purposes." Ian laughed.
"I know."
Day six:
"Ian, how was the date? Good? Bad?" Anthony questioned the said man anxiously.
"Uhh, I really don't want to talk about it." Ian avoided the question.
"C'mon, dude. I'm pretty sure you've done worst."
"Um, if you say so...," Ian looked down. "I-I'm sorry. She broke up with me, I mean y-you." Ian's eye's brimmed with tears of guilt.
"What! Why?"
"Well, my ex-g-girlfriend's name kinda slipped -hiccup- out of my tongue when I said I-I loved her back." Ian stuttered.
"Ian! How could you be so stupid? I trusted you and this is what I get?" Anthony's face reddened with anger. Ian flinched.
Anthony immediately calmed down as he sensed Ian's uneasiness. He rushed to Ian's side and he tried to comfort him with genuine hugs and assuring words.
"I'm sorry, Ian. I probably shouldn't have said that."
Day seven:
Time: 3:00 a.m.
"Ant, Anthony. Wake up!" Ian whispered to his sleeping friend."
"Dude, what is it? It's 3 in the morning, go to bed." Anthony's voice laced with concern and politeness as he remembered how vulnerable Ian was.
"Ant, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let your relationship come to an end, really. But I was too preoccupied with something else, and I wasn't able to function well."
"Ian, go on. What was bothering you?"
"I-I was thinking of you, the way you hugged me, said affectionate words, you get me distracted, Ant. I keep hoping that you really mean them. I-I love you. I'm not quite sure if I love you romantically, but I feel something unexplainable when you are around. Fuck, it feels like I'm confessing to myself. Really, this was hard for me."
"Ian, you really do?" Ian nodded.
"Alrighty then, well, maybe it is time for me to tell you: I love you, too. I promise is a promise, that's why I still dated her, but I love you more."
"Dude, can't you think of something longer than that? I just spilled my hear--" Ian was then cut off with a kiss, on his cheek.
"Is that enough for you to be assured you love me? Feel the butterflies and all that gay shit?"
"Oh, yes. Though I really feel awkward when you kiss me. Felt like kissing myself."
"That is one fucked up fetish. Now, kiss me?" Anthony pointed to his lips.
"Gladly." Ian smiled as he reached up to grab Anthony's--wait, his head, as he encircled his arms around his neck.
Anthony responded with all the awkwardness of first kisses and love.
When they pulled away, both were still feeling the chaste and innocent kiss they shared. It felt like magic to them and...
"Ian, you're Ian again! I mean not in that sense but... You get it!" Anthony declared with a loving grin.
"Now, I can see how handsome you are." Ian said dreamily.
"But it didn't get to see myself have my way with myself!" Anthony pouted.
"Dude, that's fucking sick, you pervert!" Ian playfully made barfing noises.
"Shut up, you know you'll like it."
The End.