Forget Reality (smosh fanfic)[ON HOLD]

chapter 5- mornings are awkward, but hilarious

Ians pov

i woke up first since i had to help mY mom later. i walked down the hall into the bathroom. i peed, washed my hands and went to the kitchen. i walked into the living room and said to myself. "yup i am the first one up. i think." anthonys blanket wasnt on the couch anymore. actually, i dont know where he slept last night. i turned around and saw that his blanket was on the floor in front of his door. "oooookaay..." i said and proceeded to the kitchen. i grabbed a bowl from the cupboard, got a box of cereal, and quickly opened the fridge and got the milk.

Anthonys pov

i woke up to the sound of a motor, and the TV.. power must still be out. i thought. i looked down to a weight on my chest preventing me from sitting up. it was a girls head, emeralds head. I thought she was a dream!? Boy was i wrong. my arm was still under her, but now it was wrapped around her small figure. she was laying on her side curled around my frame, my arm was around her deep curves. I wondered how long we had been like this. i kissed her forehead and she repositioned herself. we layed there for was seemed like eternity, but in reality was only like ten minutes. i saw her eyebrows furrow, then mumble something that didnt sound English and turned to her other side. i slowly took my arm out from under her, and quietly got out of bed.

when i walked into the livingroom i saw ian on the couch watching TV. "did you seriously turn the generator on just to watch TV?" i asked him, still smiling over the thought of emerald sleeping on me.

"well yes and no. the fridge was off all night, so was the freezer, and i have to take a shower." he replied before putting another spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"do we even have enough gas to keep it running this long?" i asked as i went to go get some cereal for myself.

"mmno. i figured id get some more when i go with my mom in case the powers still out."

"okay" i said and sat down next to him and eat my cereal.

Emeralds POV

i was sleeping, dreaming i had met anthony padilla and ian hecox, then my brain snapped out of the dream and told me to get up. i pulled the blanket up to my face and snuggled into it. i stopped when it didnt smell like mine. i opened my eyes and realized i wasnt in my house either. "derp im in anthonys room." i grumbled. "WAIT? anthonys room? woooaah it wasnt a dream." i smiled and pulled the blanket closer to my face. i decided that i wasnt going to be able to get back to sleep, so i pulled the covers off and walked to the door. i probably look like shit. i thought to myself. too bad. my brain made me keep walking. i walked into the living room and rubbed my forehead.

"mornin' sleeping beauty." ian said from the kitchen i grunted. (wow i put that in here too? wow brain.. [its in unbelievable])

"not a morning person?" anthony asked me.

"HA! not by any means." i said hoarsely. ian and anthony just kept staring at me. i had so many theories in my head on why they were. my hair was probably a mess, my make up was most likely smeared across my face and i was stuffed up.

"are you okay?" anthony finally asked.

"yeah im fine, i just didnt get to take my allergy meds last night. itll clear up soon." i replied sitting down in the couch.

"thats hot. well im gonna go take a shower." ian told us.

"kay." anthony said plainly

"good to know?" i questioned as he headed off down the hall to the bathroom. i ran my fingers through my hair, and it didnt feel as though there were a lot of knots.

"your hair isnt a mess." anthony told me, picking up on my subconsciousness. " i think you were laying on me most of the night." he staring at the TV with a blank face, almost as though he was scared to say it.