anthony pov
i walk down the street, hand in hand with mikey way from american rock band my chemical romance. as we walk, i notice two familiar faces out of the corner of my eye.
ian, and....no...it cant be...ian wouldnt....
he was holding hands with my evil ex, joey graceffena.
"omg!!!! anthony wanthony?!?!?" joey shouts excitedly, giving me a bear hug
"ian, what the actual flip dude!!!! you're dating my ex?!?!???!! THATS SOOOO AGAINST BRO CODE!!!!" i scream
"anthony, you left smosh, thats totally effing against bro code!!!"
i gasp, tears welling in my eyes
"wow ian. fine, go have fun with ur little fag" i spat, walking away with mikey
"anthony, that was totally not cool dude, we're OVER!!!!!" mikey yells, walking away from me
i have NOBODY and its all IANS FAULT!!!!!
ian pov
me and joey sit on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through social media, thats when i get a call
"hey dude, this ian hand cock??" a man asks thru the phone
"yuh" i respond
"groovy, this is doctor william beckett from faggtown memorial hospital, we're calling to inform you about a patient currently in my care by the name of anthony pad dildo" the doctor rambles
"oh shit is bro okay" i ask
"nah he was stabbed 27.3 times in the back with a machete, if u have time u can come and visit but hes probs gonna die anyway so its not rlly worth it tbh"
"oh alright, i'll see if i have time" i respond, hanging up
i run to put on my grey sweater that has grease stains and i grab my keys, getting in my car to drive to faggotown
i have 73 missed called from joey since i left without explaining
when i got to thw hospital, tears fell from my eyes thinking about how anthony could be die soon
it should've been me
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hand cock and pad dildo - ianthony
Fanfictionian longs for love, anthony longs to leave smosh. how will this story end, read to find out.
