We're in a rush to get out to get out the door, we had slept in for twenty minutes past the original designated time. We arrive at the airport and rush to the gate, only just barely making the flight. We sit towards the back of the plane, it is still awkward holding hands with Anthony in public, don't get me wrong I love Anthony with all my heart contents it's just new to me.
"Ian," Anthony pokes my side, "hey, Ian."
"What Anthony?" I reply, rolling my eyes at his childish behaviour.
"Well..." He pulls out his laptop, "I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie off of Netflix, instead of the shitty film selection they have here?"
I nod and rest my head on Anthony's shoulder, he pulls out a pair of ear buds from his pocket. He places one side in his ear and the other bud goes into my ear. After selecting the film and watching for two whole hours, we have fallen asleep for the rest of the flight.
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We wake up to the stewardess shaking our shoulders.
"We are about to land, so buckle your seat belt," she said in such a snobby way that I wanted to knock her upside her head, but my temper cooled off as Anthony grips my hand. This is far as PDA we let seep through, he doesn't need to dry hump me to declare our love. The stewardess walks away muttering on about gays, which reminded me that she was here.
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After the plane lands we go claim our luggage from the assigned spot for luggage. Anthony once again grabs a hold of my hand, but this time he was shaking and very quite. His little bit of social anxiety or it's formally called a panic attack was most likely what is going through his head right now.
Luckily there wasn't as many people here today, so it was easy to get Anthony in and out of the airport quickly. Imagine seeing two full grown men and one of them is dragging the other one around, wouldn't that look a bit strange?
We make it to the parking garage and Anthony starts to calm down, so I kept quite and drive home.
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"What was all that about, Bub?" I ask him when we get home, also knowing he might only answer in short sentences.
"I.. Was.. Nervous," he chokes out. I stand behind him, hugging him around the waist, I couldn't respond because he did have a valid reason to be nervous. We haven't been in contact with the human world, besides the crew, and that's when Anthony's social anxiety hits him most.
He spins around and leans down, pressing gentle kisses on my forehead. I nuzzle my head to the crook of neck his neck, inhaling the smell of his cologne. He wraps his arms around my short stature and sways our hips.
"Hey, Ian," Anthony looks at me, "guess what?"
"What?" I raise an eyebrow at his sudden change of mood.
"I love you," he says right as he tilts my head up and he leans down, crashing our lips together. We pull away and go back to the way it was before.
"You know how cliché that was?" I mumble into his chest.
"I know, but what can I say I'm an old romantic," Anthony is starting to talk more formally and in longer sentences, which makes me glad.
As much as I want to stay like this I also want took take a shower. "Anthony, can you please let go, I need to take a shower," I pull away.
He nods letting me free, but still grabbing a hold of my left arm. "May I join you?" He asks.
"As long as you don't try anything pervy you can," and immediately he lifts up my shirt. He picks me up off the ground and carries me to the bathroom.
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We strip ourselves and step into the shower. I go for my shampoo, but Anthony beats me to it and grabs it. He turns me around to face his glistening, naked body and starts scrubbing my scalp with my shampoo. I pick up his shampoo and do the same. Then came the body wash and we did the same.
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We finish our shower and step out with towels wrapped around each of our waist, I could still see Anthony v-line still showing, I feel like a fan girl right now. He walks in to his room coming out with his boxers on and two t-shirts. He tosses me a black v-neck, I guess we're doing the thing where boyfriends give their girlfriends their t-shirts.
I slip it on over my head and slid on my boxers. Now I'm ready to go cuddle with Anthony. I walk or more like stumbled in. Expecting to feel the collision of me and the ground, I felt Anthony grab the back of my shirt and yank me up.
"Be more careful next time, Doughnut," he whispers softly into my ear. He lifts me up off my feet and sets me gently down on the couch, the situates himself beside me. We spend the rest of our time playing mutiple games on the Xbox the whole evening.
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A\N: Another extremely long chapter, that's a pat on the back for me. Any ways you know the drill, Vote, Comment, and maybe Follow. -Olivia
