Together Again? [Phan/Melix/PewdiCry/Ianthony]

Chapter 3-He Knew Exactly What I Wanted [Anthony's POV]

The break up with Kalel had really torn me apart. I thought I loved her and I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with the women of my dreams, but she said that things weren't exactly going to work out like that. She was the one who mainly made the decision to break us up. What she claimed that it was was that she really wasn't feeling that "spark" anymore and that she needed a break to be herself. She gave me back the ring and everything, which was heart shattering. I was so lost, but there was only one other who was there for me.

Ian also had gone through a pretty nasty breakup with his girlfriend, Melanie. He thought that she was amazing, but it didn't exactly work out the way he'd hoped. Ian mainly avoids any talk about his love-life and relationships, especially with fans and me. I wonder what it is that makes him want to keep it secret. Honestly, I think he's embarrassed. In our friendship he's always been considered the ugly one. It upsets me that people think that. I definitely don't think that.

I had developed somewhat of a crush on Ian. I had been his friend for a really long time, but now I feel like we should be something more than just friends. I wanted to hold Ian close so badly. He was everything now since Kalel and I have separated. Fortunately, we have grown closer. I just didn't know how to express this to him. He doesn't seem like the type that would be with another guy, I don't either. But for some reason, we are amazing together.

"Hey, Anthony. I made some breakfast this morning. And by made breakfast, I mean stuff I found in the freezer." Ian said as I walked out from my bedroom. For recent Smosh shoots, we've had to stay in the Smosh house together. Assorted on the table was plates with waffles, toaster pastries, and french toast sticks. I didn't even remember that we had any of this. I really hope that it hadn't gone bad, but I trust Ian. I sat at the table and waited for Ian. He made trips from the kitchen cabinets to the table, bringing plates and glasses. He opened the fridge and pulled out some orange juice. He poured me a glass with the cup he sat next to my plate. "What?" Asked Ian. I realized I was staring. "Oh! Um...er...nothing. Never mind." I stuttered. Ian smiled at me as he sat across from me in his usual seat.

"Your hair's a mess." He laughed. I felt my hair. Bed head. I was too groggy to even notice it. I guess I was also too groggy to realize I was shirtless. I folded my arms in panic. Ian intently stared at me with his blue eyes, slightly smirking. Even though he was still in his pajamas and had mild bedhead, he looked absolutely perfect. Ian realized he was staring and quickly looked away, blushing. "Er...food! Yeah! That's what we need!" He nervously stated. This made me smile. Ian then began distributing food to both his and my plate. He knew exactly what I wanted. One frosted blueberry Pop Tart, two buttered eggo waffles, and three french toast sticks, no frosting, no syrup. Like always, Ian was already eating before I.

Grabbing my fork, I began eating my waffles. They didn't taste as good as I remember from my childhood. "So...did you sleep well?" Ian wondered. "Not exactly. I keep thinking about the...breakup." Ian looked disappointed. "Oh. I'm very sorry. I know what she meant to you." I dropped my fork and stood up from the table. "I'll be back in a minute. Get dressed." I demanded. I made my way back to my bedroom. I pulled down my fuzzy pajama pants and slipped on a pair of skinny jeans. I searched through the messy pile of shirts on my floor to find my "Awesome Shirt". It had been a long time since I've worn that shirt, so I decided to put it on. I bent down to put on my pair of sneakers. I laced them up and made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. Looking in the mirror made me think too much about my appearance a little too much. I felt super ugly and unattractive.

I went back to the kitchen and couldn't stop myself from eating a little more off my plate. It was so kind of Ian to make this breakfast for us, even though it was from frozen food. Ian emerged from the hallway. Once I saw him, I went to go grab my keys. "What's going on? What's happening? What are we doing? What about the breakfast?!" Ian questioned. "Just come with me. It'll make sense later." I sounded so serious, like a government agent. This seemed to take Ian by surprise for he seemed very startled by my seriousness. I grabbed his hand and sincerely looked into beautiful blue eyes. "Trust me." I told him as I rushed him out the door into the garage. I got into the driver's seat, putting the keys into the ignition and starting the car.