Before Smosh

Chapter 4

Anthony

A school bag explosion. Someone had cut the straps on my bag and unzipped it so just as I unlocked my car my backpack dumped its contents all over the gravel. Douche nuggets. I collected my supplies and shoved them into the car just noticing the last bus take off from the bus stop. And Ian sprinting down the footpath, missing the bus just by a bit. He was on the track team but that didn’t matter. I knew from past experiences that the bus driver was a dick to whoever was a second late to the bus. I stood with my book in my hand watching as Ian’s face crumpled and he was consumed by what I can only call anxiety. He ran his hands through his long hair and slid down to the ground with his back against the bus stop, hanging his head in his hands. I couldn’t leave him like that.

“Hey!”

He looked up, his fear-filled eyes scanning from side in search of his tormenters.

“Ian!”

He spotted me and smiled, springing up off the ground and yanking his bag along with him. He stopped for a minute halfway in the road, questioning whether I was just attracting his attention or offering him a ride. I beckoned him towards me and got in the car. He got in the other side and smiled at me.

“Thanks.”

“Dude, no problem.”

Just like the day before I drove him back to his place, us talking about unimportant things like what we were learning in class and shit. He smiled a lot more than the day before and he was less protective of himself, letting his weirder side come out. It was just like when we were kids and he was real. Now, he seemed more supressed in himself like he was keeping a secret. Maybe he was. I wasn’t going to pry.

He got out of the car again and we repeated the same scenario as the day before, he thanked me and I said to call, but he stopped me before I was able to pull out of the driveway.

“Do you want to come in and do something maybe?”

I had to go home. My first thought. I opened my mouth but like a goldfish closed it again. I had nothing on that afternoon. Homework was all finished and no chores had to be done until later.

“Sure.”

~*~

We sat in the living room and played Halo for hours, just sitting there and laughing non-stop. It was awesome. I left close to dinnertime, assuring Ian I’d give him a ride for the next few days. Maybe, just maybe, it was an excuse to hang out with him.

A/N So hello again! Finally got through some writers block and continuing! Sorry for yet another short 'n' shitty chapter, writers block attacked and all, but I think this is a filler chapter anyways. It gets interesting soon, I promise! 

So the end of this chapter was kind of a start for Ianthony there (and I think that's what I'm going to do) but please tell me what kind of fanfic you'd like, plain smoshy or Ianthony.

Thanks everyone for reading! I'm glad you like it ^-^ Love y'all!