FPS (Ianthony one-shot) discontinued

FPS

What would you do for the person you love? I killed many for the person I loved.

---------------5 days before--------------

"Hey, Ian, wake up dumbass" yelled Anthony from what I could only guess as the kitchen. Just then I remembered the dream I had just had. Anthony and me were running, escaping, I had a pistol covered in blood in my hand. My dream sounded just like it had came out of a game or movie. I shrugged it off as I put on my Domo shirt and some jeans.

When I walked into the kitchen I could smell nothing but glorious bacon as it fried. As I went to grab a piece Anthony slapped my hand. The contact made me blush. Anthony and me have been best friends since 6th grade. I have loved him since about 9th. I have never told him because I know he's not gay, well at least I think so. I would do anything for him. I snapped back into reality as Anthony was talking to me. "Hey dipshit, that piece is mine," as he grabbed the bacon and continued to shove it into his perfect, kissable lips. We both grabbed a plate full of bacon and eggs, my favorite. I offered to wash the dishes.

After I had finished we both sat on the couch discussing possible games we could play on Gamebang that we had to film tomorrow. I had never felt any awkwardness when just chatting with him. We had finally decided to do what the entirety of the YouTube comment section suggested, Just Dance. I hated that game. I never got to dance with Anthony. I didn't mind dancing with Lasercorn, or keeping the joke up about Iancorn. It was all for the audience.

After a while we had decided to film another Ian is bored mail time.

I got the camera, while Anthony got as much mail as we could fit in our rather small living room. After a bunch of creepy pubes and weird fan art I noticed Anthony reading the same letter for what seemed like forever with a scared look on his face. "Hey Ant, what's wrong?" I said trying to keep the worry out of my voice to much. He looked up after a second or two, fear in his eyes. It looked as if he was trying not to cry. "Nothing," he managed to say, voice cracking the slightest. It hurt me to see him in pain. I could sense he wanted to be alone, so I quickly wrapped it up with me dying and the classic "BITCH." He had crumpled the letter and threw it in the trash, said he was tired and almost ran to his room.

I was very concerned. I went to the trash can and picked out the crumpled letter. Unfolding it I couldn't believe what was written.