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I hug Anthony tightly back, burying my face in his shoulder. He really gives the best hugs...maybe its because his height? That's only one of the many reasons. I like the way his comforting arms wrap around me...I also lik-Ok, Ian, you need to stop. Anthony likes someone, and I can't do shit about it.
~Author~
They both lingered onto the hug. The embrace lasted for much longer than normal friends would've held on to each other. Anthony rested his head on top of Ian's as Ian continued resting on his shoulder, both enjoying the moment they were sharing. Mari ran outside, stopping in her tracks once she saw what was occurring. "Fucking knew he had a crush..." She muttered, smiling at the same time before going back inside. They both pulled away from the hug, smiling to themselves. Neither of them said anything. All they did was get in the car, feeling butterflies in their stomachs.
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After that, they both went home. It seemed much longer than it actually was. Despite being a half an hour, it felt like a lifetime. All they could think about was each other, and who could possibly be their "secret" crush. That night, they only continued to think about the exact same thing as they did in the car. It drove Anthony to the breaking point, making him pick up his phone and text Ian.
~Anthony~
I wonder what he's gonna say...Screw it! I'm so fucking done not knowing who he likes. It's hasn't even been a week and I'm already asking him....Oh well. I'm impatient. I pick up my phone and text Ian 'Ian, I know it's late but I have a question for you.' Not even a full thirty seconds later, and he replies 'k, ask away'. Without thinking before hand, I respond 'Facetime?' 'Sure.'
~Author~
Anthony quickly received a Facetime call from Ian, and he quickly accepted. He smiled to himself at the idea of seeing Ian all sleepy and such. A minute later, and the call connected. "Hey Ian," Anthony smiled widely, laying on his stomach on top of his bed. Ian smiled sleepily ('and cutely' Anthony thought) at him. "So, what did ya wanna ask?" Ian questioned, yawning a tiny bit, and fixing his hair. "Well, um," Anthony stammered. 'I can't ask it now...he'll think that his crush is all I've been thinking about...Well, it has been but...whatever,' Anthony thought to himself. "Anthonyyy," He whines. "C'me on, don't leave me hanging," Ian says, in his close to half asleep state. "Well, I wanna know...who your crush is...I'm curious okay?" Anthony chuckles nervously. Ian gives him a surprised look. "You really are a doorknob like the smoshers say," He laughs, amused at how Anthony hasn't figured it out yet. "What?" Anthony asks. "It's so obvious," Ian giggles to himself, comparing himself, once again, to a middle school girl. Anthony mildly blushes, while Ian's face turns completely beet red. "Iannn, you're blushinggg," Anthony says in a sing song voice, even though he's blushing as well. "Shush," Ian mumbles into his pillow. "But seriously, please tell me?" "Only if you tell me who you like, or at least some hints," Ian reasons with Anthony. "Fine, fine, but only if you tell me about who you like afterwards." "It's a deal." "Well...He's cute, for one," Anthony begins as Ian listens closely. "I've known him for quite a while now, and...He just does all this cute stuff you know?" Anthony looks down "Like when he laughs and his face just kind of...lights up in a really adorable way..." Anthony continues, as Ian's smile fades. "You must...really really...like this guy...huh," Ian sighs, faking a smile. "Definitely," Anthony nods, staring at Ian lovingly while he's not looking. "Do you think you maybe um...well...maybe like, love him?" Ian questions quietly, scared at the possibility (he really shouldn't be though). Anthony ponders this for a second, questioning it. Sure, he liked him a lot...and he got the butterflies in his stomach that constantly fluttered around anytime he was near Ian....and sure, everytime Ian smiled, Anthony was happy just because Ian seemed even remotely happy....and sure he could imagine growing old with Ian...and having kids...and doing anything for him at anytime an-"Holy fuck...I..." The rest was inaudible. "Hm? Anthony, can you speak up?" "I do." "You do?" Ian's voice fills with disappointment. "I really do....I love him."
~A/N~
yoooooooo
#shortchapters3lyfe
yes im aware i used a 3
anywho
idk where any of this is going
