Anthony's Addiction (Ianthony)

Chapter Two: In The Morning

A/N: Sorry if it's too short I just wanted to upload something.

Anthony walked around the strange village, surrounded by multiple trees and strange houses. Some trees had cherries growing on them whilst others had pears. It was unlike any place he had ever been to before and it was amazing. He had a sense of freedom that he had never experienced before; he was actually in control. He felt someone place a hand on his shoulder and immediately looked round, only to find that no one was there. Almost as soon as this happened, he heard someone faintly calling his name.

"Hello?" he called out. The only answer he received was his own voice echoing back at him.

"Anthony wake up," he heard the voice again but more clearly this time. It sounded very familiar but he couldn't quite place it.

"Leave me alone!" Anthony yelled, surprising himself by the loudness of his voice. The trees around him slowly started fading until he could feel someone shaking him. Groaning softly, he cracked open his eyes to find Ian by his side.

"Dammit Anthony, I thought I was gonna have to pour cold water on you," Ian laughed.

"What are you talking about?" Anthony sat up slowly, still disorientated from his dream.

"I've been trying to wake you up for the past ten minutes now," Ian answered him. "Are you okay? You started yelling randomly in your sleep and it was kind of freaky."

"I'm fine it was just a dream," Anthony said. "I must have been hearing your voice when I was in the dream and it was kind of scary."

"Oh I get what you mean," Ian replied. "So what were you dreaming about?"

"I can't really remember that much," Anthony said truthfully. "It felt so trippy and not much actually happened."

"Well anyway, you need to get up now. We have a busy day ahead of us," Ian reminded him.

"Five more minutes," Anthony mumbled and pulled the bedcovers over his face.

"No way," Ian countered and pulled the covers back.

"Please?" Anthony begged him and desperately tried to bury himself in the warm sheets.

"You're getting out of bed now, even if I have to drag you out myself," Ian replied. He knew what Anthony was like- five minutes would turn into five hours.

"Is that a promise?" Anthony asked with a hint of mischief to his voice. He didn't even time to yell in surprise when Ian pulled on his arm and caused him to crash to the floor.

"Yes, I promise," Ian smirked.

"Asshole," Anthony grumbled as he rubbed the pain on his side. He had hit the floor pretty hard.

"You asked for it," Ian pointed out.

"I'm so fucking grateful," Anthony replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He disentangled himself from the sheets and dumped them back on his bed.

"I'm presuming you want me to make you breakfast now," Ian joked as they walked to the kitchen together.

"Of course I do," Anthony joked back. "That's the only reason I still live with you."

"Yeah yeah," Ian flipped him off.

Their normal banter continued as they ate breakfast together but Anthony's mind was elsewhere. Even though he had brushed it aside before, he couldn't help thinking about what Ian had said last night. It was as if he had known about what was going on but he didn't want to bring it up directly. To Anthony, it wasn't really a problem. He could stop if he wanted to; he could give it up completely if he tried. That's what he told himself anyway. Maybe he was just overthinking everything. Ian has his own problems to deal with even if they are best friends. Why would he care about something so insignificant anyway?

"Anthony, what's wrong?" Ian asked him after noticing how quiet he had become.

"Nothing," Anthony replied. "Why would think that something is wrong?"

"You've hardly eaten anything," Ian said whilst pointing to Anthony's barely touched plate of food.

"Oh," Anthony said quietly. "I guess I'm not hungry anymore."

"Anthony," Ian sighed.

"Seriously Ian I'm fine," Anthony stood up to empty his plate. "It wouldn't even matter to you anyway."

"What makes you think that I wouldn't care?" Ian demanded as he followed Anthony out of the room.

"Just forget I ever said anything," was all that Anthony could say before closing his bedroom door behind him. Ian sighed in frustration before walking away in the opposite direction. Clearly Anthony wanted his own space.