~Author~
Mari then convince Anthony that she would come up with a plan with the crew to get them together. Anthony reluctantly agreed to this, facepalming later that night at what he had done. They weren't subtle in anyway, and they could accidentally ruin what he and Ian had. Anthony worried about it all night.
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Around a week later, the shoot for the new video was halfway done. Therefore, Ian decided to go and get coffee from the nearby cafe during their lunch break. He gave everybody the heads up that he won't take longer than an hour to return, before heading out the door and walking towards the cafe with a spring in his step.
~Ian~
I rarely get to be alone now-a-days. Managing all these damn channels is a lot more work than it looks like. I'm not an introverted person, but it's nice to be alone once in a while. No worrying about what video should go up next, no worrying about Anthony, no worr-Oh shit. Anthony. I walk into the cafe, giving the perky brunette girl my order of a small black coffee. Anthony...Why do I have to think about him? I'm constantly thinking about him and that day. Ugh, why haven't I been able to forget about that stupid ass day? What if I said something to him when I was drunk? Fuck, he must think I'm fucking insane. Maybe that's why he's been avoiding me lately. I understand completely though, I mean, how would I react if I was told my best friend was in love with me? Well, in this case I'd be happy but that's irrelevant. I turn to walk away from the counter, but I end up getting a face full of fist. Fuck that hurt! I stumble to the ground, holding my hand to my face. "Shit!" I exclaim so loudly everyone in the cafe turn their head to face me. Fuck, my fucking face. Fucking hell that hurt. "Holy shit, I am so so sorry," The owner of the fist apologizes. "Are you okay?" "It's okay," I lie immediately, covering my eye with my hand. "I'm so sorry I was just stretching, I really didn't mean to..." "No, no, no. It's okay, reall-" I pushed myself off of the ground, putting my hand on my nose. "Here, I'll pay for your coffee, my treat." That's when I saw him. A man with dirty blonde hair, greased over as if he came straight from a 1950s movie. "Kevin?" "It's you! From the bar!" Kevin practically announces. Everyone goes back to what they were doing before hand, ignoring our conversation. "I've been trying to remember your name..." "It's Ian," I reply, clearing showing that I don't want to be here. I don't know what came over me that night, but I didn't want to drink. I didn't want to drink. That was his fault I got drunk. He kept buying me drinks and I couldn't turn them down. Right?
~Author~
"Listen, I'm sorry about what happened the other night, I was going through some stuff so I practically drowned myself in alcohol." "Same, to be honest," Ian responded awkwardly, forcing out a laugh. "But, honestly, since my husband divorced me I've felt really lonely," The man continued, even though Ian's facial expression clearly showed that he wanted to get out of that conversation as soon as possible. "Oh, I'm sorry," Ian patted him on the shoulder. "I should ge-" Ian began, but the man interrupted him "Would you sit with me?" "Well, uh..." Ian pondered for a moment. The man looked truly desperate, like he'd been trying to get a date for weeks. "Sure, why not," Ian mumbled, clenching his coffee cup a little too tight.
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The man (who mentioned his name was Kevin) went on and on about how sad and pathetic his last relationship was. How the man he was married to was absolutely awful and how glad he was that he got a divorce. Ian was completely fed up. If Kevin mentioned his ex-husband's name one more time, Ian was going to snap. However, for whatever reason, karma was on his side and a familiar face walked into the cafe, going to the counter to order his usual drink. "And h-" "Hey, um, sorry to interrupt but can you excuse me for a sec?" Ian gave him a small quick smile before jumping out of his seat, walking calmly towards that familiar face. "O-okay!" Kevin responded, resting his head against his arm. "Anthony...Help...me..." Ian mumbled, brushing past Anthony. Anthony raised an eyebrow, grabbing his drink and following Ian into the bathroom without any questions.
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"What the fuck happened to your nose?" Anthony eyed his nose closely, grazing it gently with his fingers. "Just a punc-" "Someone punched you?" Anthony's tone turned from soft and caring to "I'm ready to knock the life out of whoever hurt you". " Anyways, so do you remember how you ripped up that piece of paper with that weird drunk guy's number? " Anthony stiffened even more. "Yeah...?" "Well, he's out there right now, and he keeps going on and on about his dumb ass ex-husband." Anthony's muscles relaxed slightly. "Can't we just leave?" Anthony sipped his drink, trying to reason with Ian. "I can't just bolt out of this place! I gotta have an excuse, and you know that I'm not good at lying," Ian crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "I'll just wing it." "Are you sure you're able to do that? You're not the best liar," Anthony sipped his drink once again. "Yes, I'm sure, now let's go." "Was he the one who punched you?" "Only accidentally!"
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"Who's that?" Kevin questioned, glancing at Anthony. Ian had the perfect opportunity to leave. So he attempted to take it. "This is Anthony...he's my-" "Boyfriend," Anthony finished for him, hesitantly wrapping his arm around Ian. Kevin glanced at him up and down, curiously. "Weren't you the one Ian was complaini-" "Not...the time...Kevin," Ian muttered to Kevin, two inches away from kicking him in the shin. "Oh...oh! I see you made up," Kevin, may I add oh-so obviously, forced a chuckle. Anthony remained silent for the most of the duration of this conversation. "Well uh, Anthony and I, we have to..." "...go feed our cat, Pip," Anthony covered up for Ian, holding him tighter. "Oh, okay," Kevin sighed. "It was good to see you, maybe we could do this again sometime?" But Ian and Anthony were already headed towards the car, ignoring everything else Kevin said.
~Ian~
I wish I never met that douche bag. Well, I mean he's more of a "nice guy". That's in quotation marks for a reason. He just doesn't know when to stop. In a way, I sort of feel bad for him. Frankly, if I was in the right state of mind that night, I wouldn't even have had that much to drink. Wait...No, that's not...He was the one who forced me to drink. I mean, I guess he wasn't shoving it down my throat or anything but...was it...was it maybe because I wanted t-
~Author~
"Complaining?" Anthony questioned, his sorrowful tone barely audible. "It wasn't like that," Ian stated calmly. "Then what was it then? Are you getting sick of me?" "Can you stop acting like a hormonal teenager for just one second?" Ian snapped, realizing his mistake quickly afterwards. "Ok that came out in the wrong way. I didn't mean it like that..." "What is it then? Why were you complaining to a drunk stranger about your best friend?" "Because I was drunk!" Ian retorted. "You and I both know you can be reasonable when you're drunk though. So then what is it?" Anthony spat, attempting to keep his anger under control. Ian had dug his own grave. Yet, he still made the situation worse. "Well maybe it's because I don't want to be friends!"
~A/N~
oo shit
22 DAYS TILL CHIRSTMAS WOOWOOO
day three and im already stressed okok im gonna do this
QOTD: If you could learn a new instrument, what would it be?
AOTD: probably ur mum (ooo) jk it would probably not go well
(edit: this was meant to be published a while ago, and i did but i guess my computer glitched out. sorry about that)
(12/3/15)
