~Anthony~
Ian continued going on and on in the car about absolute nonsense, until we got back to my place. I was going to take him to his place, but it was too far, and to be completely honest, I'm tired. "Need help there?" I chuckle as he tries his best to open the door. Ian sighs. "Yes, please, Tony..." Ian sighs in defeat. "Still calling me Tony?" I laugh a little bit at how he's acting. "Nicknames are fun...Maybe you could call me babe," Ian takes my hand, holding it sweetly. "Maybe I should call you drunk," I respond. "Or maybe you could just call me," Ian smirks at me. (A/N I've used that line way too many times in my fanfics) "Are you always this smooth when you're drunk?" I question. "Hmm, yeah, basically. I'm strangely confident when I'm drunk," Ian giggles. "And you're a bit slow," I retort, smiling to myself. "Anyways, you have to push the door open, you nerd," I tell him, pushing it open. Ian stumbles in, as I follow him, before shutting the front door. "Alright, time for bed, buddy," I place my hand on his back, lightly pushing him towards my bed. "I don't wannaaa! We should play a game instead!" Ian responds. Amused, I agree "One game, but that's it. What game do you wanna play?" "Hmmm..." Ian thinks thoughtfully, tapping his finger on his chin. "I was thinking Spin the Bottle...!" "Ian, there's no one else here, we'd just end up kissing each other." "Exactly! You're a bit slow, Tony..." "Okay, how about we don't play a game?" "Ugh, you're no fun, Tony. Then what do you wanna do?" "I don't know..."
~Author~
"...remember that guy at the barrr?" Ian changes the topic of conversation in a slur, making Anthony nearly growl. "No..." Anthony replies, in a monotone. "He was the one who kept complimenting my bummm," Ian tries to remind him, in a sing-song voice. "Ia-" "Why don't you ever compliment my bum?" Ian frowns sadly, crossing his arms. Anthony sighs. "Because you're my best friend and if you were sober you would feel weird." "But do I have a nice butt?" Ian questions, uncrossing his arms and looking up at Anthony hopefully. "Well, of course you do but...Please just forget I said that in the morning," Anthony chuckles nervously. "Hmmm," Ian clumsily walks over to Anthony, giggling. "What if I remember, Tony?" "Then I'll just hope and pray that we're still friends...But by the way you're acting, I wouldn't be surprised if you don't remember shit," Anthony chuckles. "Ian, you should probably go to bed..." "I don't wanna!" Ian whines just like a child would. "Really, Ian...You're gonna have a really bad hangover the way it is," Anthony tries to convince Ian, wrapping his arm around Ian's shoulders. Ian tries to hide his yawn, but fails miserably. "See Ian, you're exhausted. You should really go to bed..." "Only if you cuddle with me, Tony!" "If that's what it takes, then sure," Anthony chuckles once again, amused at Ian's behavior. Ian pecks Anthony's cheek out of happiness. Anthony helps Ian over to the bed, laying him down, before laying down himself. Ian immediately cuddles into Anthony, making a soft smile appear on Anthony's face. "Nighty night Tony..." Ian whispers, closing his eyes as Anthony drapes his arms around him. "Goodnight Ian." "I love you, Tony..." Ian says in an even softer voice."I love you too Ian," Anthony hesitantly responds. Ian's eyes immediately opened, his entire face lighting up radiantly. "Really?!" Ian says, in what may as well be the happiest voice Anthony's ever heard. Anthony nods. "Yay!" Ian rolls on top of Anthony, burying his face into his shoulder. "Please tell me that again. But in the morning! And that's only if I don't remember when I'm 'sober' or whatever," Ian giggles, as Anthony smiles widely before pressing his lips to Ian's forehead. "I don't know about that..." I tell him honestly. "Please?" "No," Anthony argues. "Pretty please?" "No." "Pretty please with a cherry on top?" "Why should I, Ian? When you're sober and thinking straight would you still say that you love me?" "Yes, Tony! You're such a doorknob sometimes..." "A doorknob?" I chuckle. "Yes, a doorknob....It's the best insult I can give you while I'm tired okay?" Ian defends himself. "You know what? I'll try," Anthony whispers. Ian yelps happily, hugging him tighter. "Now go and get some sleep...Okay Ian?" Anthony continues. Ian nods, placing a soft kiss on Anthony's shoulder. "I love you a lot..." Ian says one more time, before drifting off to sleep.
~Anthony~
He doesn't mean it...I mean, how can he? He's drunk. Drunk people have their strange reasons for saying what they say, and doing what they do. There's no way that I'll tell him any of this in the morning. For now, I'll just cuddle him and try and forget about what will happen in the morning...
~A/N~
Okay so to help myself write the chapters I always come up with an outline and this one made me laugh:
"Ian: He kept complimenting my bummm
Anthony: *jealous*
Ian: *pouts* y don't u ever compliment my bum? u ass
Anthony: becuz ur mi best friend and that would probs be weird.
Anthony: but tbh nice ass
Ian: thank
Anthony: okay time for bed
ian: no bitch lol
anthony: you have to
Ian: only if cuddles?
anthony: lol k
ian and anthony: *cuddle til sleep*
anthony: *whispers* all the homo"
I've had this chapter done for like a few weeks now
thx for dealing with me
