Chapter Two

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       The fuzziness of his hair seemed so unrealistic to me, but I am over joyed to find out that this is my reality. I run my hand through his silky hair, I can also smell the fragrance of the shampoo he uses. Strawberry to be precise.

        "Anthony," he takes his head off my shoulder to look at me. "Will you be my boyfriend?" I clench my eyes shut waiting for an answer.

        "Of course, Doughnut," Anthony gives me a retard, but yet oddly adorable nickname. "I- I mean of course, I would love having such honor," he looks down blushing, his slightly sun kissed face was now a light shade of pastel pink.

        I bring our bodies close together in an embrace, "the pleasure is all mine, dork." He fake scoffs at me in a playing manor, I tug on a strand of hair.

        "Oh, now you've got it coming Hecox," Anthony playfully threats. I knew he would back out of hurting me, he releases me from our hug. "I'm giving you a five second head start. Five..... Four....

       I let go and run to the other side the room, and he finally reaches one and he begins to chase me from behind, I soon take off like lighting, Anthony is almost at the heels of my feet. Eventually he takes a pounce, sending us both crashing to the ground.

        "Pinned ya," he gets a little cocky with me. Anthony leans down, our hands laced together, we kiss for more than a few minutes till we needed to breathe.

        I pull away from the kiss, we're both gasping for the oxygen. Before returning back to the kiss for a short while, then once again pulling away admiring one another faces.

        "Hey, Anthony. Guess what?"

        "Chicken butt," he uses an old reference from what  seems like forever ago.

        "No," I shake my head, "I was wondering when was the last time we uploaded a lunchtime?" At that moment we both freeze up.

        "Oh! Shit!" We scream in unison.

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           After the unplanned lunchtime, we cuddle up under a blanket watching some random Anime that is currently popular at the moment (to be honest I'm not really into it but I'll use it as an excuse to snuggle Anthony.)

        After the first season, I was bored, with a capitol 'B'. I groan not protesting as Anthony turns on the cheesy Anime's second season. It did get a little bit more entertaining towards the end though.

        "Ian, do you mind if I turn this off," Anthony's voice was laced with just pure boredom.

        I reply in the same tone of voice, "sure." The second the TV turned off we start staring at the empty black screen of the plasma flat screen.

        "So..." Anthony sounds like he is stretching the "O".

        "So what?" I wait for what he's going to say.

        "Watch ya want to do today? He looks at me, tilting his head slightly.

        I shrug my shoulders. He just lays back down on top of me, mumbling words I couldn't understand, but knew that they were declarations of our newly profound love.

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              Our little cuddling session became a nap time, our bodies full of weariness, the long hours of shoots finally caught up to our bodies. We found this out because we woke up the next day at five o'clock in the evening.

        I felt full of energy, enough energy that I was more hyper than Anthony on a sugar high, my ADHD was to blame. I finally wore myself out and flop onto Anthony's bed right beside him, look at his screen. I notice he is on Tumbler looking up Ianthony.

        He scrolls stopping at a cartoon little edit, we both sat there admiring our fans craft mans ship, they are more talented than me by far, all I could draw is a stick figure.

        "Ian, aren't our fans talented?" He sequels with delight pointing towards another cute little cartoon photo of us holding hands.

        "Hmm-mm," I rest my head in the crook of his neck. I silently aw at his overly joyful happiness, Anthony's the kind of person that you want to cuddle and have all to yourself. I guess I'm one of those overly too protective boyfriends.

        "Look at this," Anthony once again points out the cutest of fan art.

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        We spent our whole evening scrolling through Tumbler, admiring the little things the fans make, even reading a couple fan fictions here and there before preparing for the next day where we travel home, to the little house in Sacramento. I close my eyes and fall into a peaceful dream.

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 A/N: What's up Oreos? I missed you so this chapter took two days to write, the next chapter will be up in a week. Also feel free to comment or I don't know pressing the vote button  -Olivia

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