Shattered Amongst The Stars//Ianthony

Chapter Three

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They walked out of the library, Ian still holding onto Lucas's arm. "So where do you wanna go for dinner?" Lucas questioned him looking left and right before crossing the street. "Um..." Ian thought for a moment. 'What do I say? Oh god, what if I seem too demanding? "Anywhere is fine with me, I'm not too picky," Ian said, the neon lights of the passing shops catching his attention. They continue walking in comfortable silence. "How about italian?" Lucas suggests, pointing to the nearby italian restaurant. Ian nods, smiling.

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"Okay so there he was with his foot stuck in a bucket, and I only had twenty seconds to get him out of there or the cops would bust down the door," Lucas continued on with his story about his brother. "So? Did you get him out of there?" Ian laughed a little bit out of amusement, before taking another bite of his bread. 'He's handsome and interesting...' "I was going to, but there was so little time...so, I bailed. Later that evening I bailed him out of jail and that was that." "Nothing else happened?" "Well, let's just say that neither of us will be allowed in that Olive Garden ever again...and he got a restraining order from the waiter." We both laugh, as I stir my drink a little with my straw.

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Ian stuffed his hands into his pockets, the cold air turning his cheeks and ears red. "Ah yes, I just love summer weather," Lucas said sarcastically, making Ian chuckle lightly. "Here," Lucas held out his hand for Ian to hold. Ian wasn't looking at his hand, and didn't understand what he meant. All Ian did was laugh a little bit awkwardly. Lucas only smiled at his slight dorkiness, taking Ian's hand out of his pocket and holding it. "Wait....Oh, I get it now," Ian mumbled, his face burning with embarrassment. "Do you want me to walk you back to your place or do you wanna come over to mine for a while?" "...Which one would you like more?" "That was me inviting you over," Lucas clarified, understanding that sometimes Ian couldn't read between the lines. "Sure!" Ian beamed. "But just so we both understand...I don't 'do' anything 'weird' on the first date," Ian set his boundaries. There were a few men in the past who thought "first date" equals "I'm getting laid tonight!". He just didn't want to go through that again. Especially since Ian knew he liked Lucas much more than all of those guys. "Don't worry, I won't do anything if you're not comfortable." Ian lit up like a Christmas tree. 'Lucas understands consent...thank god...' Ian thought to himself, his heart beating as fast as it did when Lucas asked him out. "Thank you," Ian said sincerely. "The furthest I'd go on a first date is a kiss. But only if they're nice." "Also, while we're on the topic...This is a date then for sure?" Lucas responded, a tiny smirk playing on his lips. "I guess so."

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"Sorry it's a bit messy right now, but..." Ian stopped listening to Lucas's sentence, and focused on how huge the house was.  "Wow..." He said in awe, making Lucas chuckle a little. "I inherited the house from my grandfather. Apparently he won it in a poker game when he and his buddies were drunk off their asses," Lucas took off his coat, putting it on the coat rack. Ian did the same. "A house like this...and he won it in a poker game?" "According to him." Lucas started a fire in the fireplace, almost accidentally burning his hair off. But Ian was too distracted by the largest living room he had ever seen in his life. "Wow," Ian repeated himself, taking off his shoes. "Make yourself comfortable, and I'll be right back," Lucas told Ian, strolling into the other room. Ian rubbed his hands together in front of the fire, waiting for Lucas to return. "This place is amazing..." He thought out loud to himself in a hushed tone of voice. One date, and he could already picture it. He could already picture himself lounging around on the couch, enjoying a hot cup of coffee. He could picture Lucas stepping out of their bedroom, groggy and sleepy. Maybe he's grumpy in the morning, but that didn't seem to bother Ian. He could picture a dog running around the house with excitement. He could picture the neighbors, the mornings, the afternoons, the nights and the family. Ian dazed off as he stared into the glowing fire. "I guess I really am a low key hopeless romantic," Ian giggled to himself, remembering some strange online quiz he took. Lucas came back into the room, a plate of cookies in hand. "I'm not sure if you like cookies, but...they're cinnamon." Ian felt himself blush harshly out of embarrassment. "You remember that...?" Ian asked silently. "I remember every time I walk into the library and smell it," Lucas chuckled, setting the plate in between them as he sat down next to Ian. "It's a good memory." "How is that a good memory? I tripped and cinnamon went everywhere." Lucas sighed. "This is going to sound silly..." He chuckled, leaning back on his arms. "I felt like I got to know you better. You're clumsy, and it's good to remember that. It's also how I memorized your name," Lucas explained, smiling to himself. Ian hid his cheeks in his hands subtly. "But, none the less, I don't know you as much as you know me. I mean, I've practically been talking about myself the whole night." "That's because you're interesting, and I'm really not," Ian smiled softly. "I'm sure that's not true." "Well, um, what do you wanna know?" "Dog or cat person?" "Dog person. I would be a cat person but I'm sort of al-" Ian cut himself off when he noticed a small cat walking towards them. "Wait are you allergic? I can go and put him in my bedroom if you want." "No, no it's fine, I'm not extremely allergic," Ian told him. "Favorite color?" "Really?" "Just answer the question." "Blue." "Any family?" "A mom and a sister who doesn't visit often." "Favorite TV show?" "Game of Thrones." "Really? Me too!" Lucas beamed. "Anyways, favorite food?" "All of it." They both laughed a bit too loudly at this one. "Religious?" "Eh, I believe there's something out there but I wouldn't call myself religious." "Pea sized human or a human sized pea." "Human sized pea. " "Favorite book?" "I have um...A lot." "Am I nice?" "...What?" Ian was baffled, to say the least. "Am I nice?" Lucas repeated. "I'm a bit confused here but...yeah I think you are," Ian smiled. "You said you only kiss on the first date if they're nice." Ian couldn't hide his red face anymore, and was surprised at how straight forward Lucas was. "I'm basically asking you if I can kiss you." "Y-yeah, you can," Ian barely managed to say, looking down with a  large smile on his face. Lucas grinned at how utterly adorable Ian was to him, and went straight in for the kiss.

~A/N~

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