Is it love? (ianthony)

Chapter 1 "Depression"

Ian's POV:

I awoke to the door slamming and loud crying and got straight out of bed and ran towards the noise…

"Anthony? You alright man?" I called. I found him on the couch sobbing loudly. I was very concerned because I've only heard him cry like this once or twice. I slumped on the couch next to him and rubbed his upper back. "K-Ka" his voice kept getting broken off by sniffles and sobbing. "Kalel broke up with me!" He finally spat out, he continued to sob even louder after that. "What?! That bitch! Why did she dump you?!" "She-she said that I never bought her a-anything or cared about her an- and she said-- that Sm-Smosh was a "pathetic excuse for a j-job!" Anthony cried.

I felt so bad for him, I know how it feels since I got dumped by Melanie 7 months ago. I patted his back till he stopped wailing, he was still trying to hold back more cries but let a few out every 30 seconds or so. "Dude if that's what she thinks about you she doesn't deserve you!" I yelled. Anthony continued to sniffle a bit and quietly said "Really?" "Yeah! You're way out of her league! You deserve someone better than her Anthony! If she can't even accept your job she is definitely a bitch!" "I know Ian but I really- loved her…" I kept rubbing his back until he stopped crying finally, he was still whimpering a bit, then I said "Hey man, to cheer you up we can get some of your favorite pizza tomorrow!" "Ah thanks…" he quietly said, but I had a feeling he wasn't really satisfied though, but it was starting to get awkward so I said, "Well, we have to get some sleep right now man, so we can get up and shoot the Smosh video." He quietly replied "Alright" and went to his room. I then walked into my room and l lay down on my cozy bed and pulled the covers over me.

Anthony's POV:

Well Ian just told me to go to sleep I guess I should but… a certain thought came over me but I quickly dismissed it and tried to sleep, but when I opened my eyes a few hours later I eyed the razor blade on my desk, sat up, and grabbed them. I quietly tip-toed to the bathroom and sat on the side of the bathtub. I know I shouldn't do this but… I just have to let my feelings out. I started furiously cutting at my skin and I'm pretty sure I grunted a lot. I hope Ian couldn't hear me. I stopped when I saw the pool of blood on the floor. Shit. I quickly threw a thick towel over the puddle. Hopefully that will soak it up. I sighed and opened the cabinet and looked for some large band-aids. There were none. I turned to go to the hallway closet to look for some but I stopped when I saw him, Ian.