Before Smosh

Chapter 12

A/N So hellooo. New chapter, hope you like it, please leave creative criticism, and thank you all so much for over 1,500 reads!!! <3

Anthony

It had been a few days since we’d settled on making a plan, and not telling the people around. While I still liked the idea of possibly starting a whole school army to wage war against Derrick and his cohorts, I knew Ian was nowhere near well liked enough to convince a whole school to defend him, and I wasn’t exactly Mr Popularity either.

Ian had been grumpy with me lately. He’d constantly tell me to be quiet about our possible plans, even when nobody was around. He was paranoid, the poor kid. Still, paranoid or not, I had fun with him and took pleasure in making him smile. He had a really nice smile. It complimented his crazy and beautiful blue eyes. I didn’t exactly know why I was thinking those things, but I didn’t care. I just kept attempting to make Ian smile.

By the end of the day I was fed up with him. He had barely looked up from the ground the whole day, and I could tell it had something to do with the group of idiots.  I’d been around him every day since I’d made the fake pact with Derrick and he didn’t suspect a thing, so I didn’t feel the need to worry about him possibly assaulting Ian. Even so, I still was nervous.

Ian surprised me once school had ended. He said he was going to take the bus home; he wanted to just be in his own world. But we needed a plan. Being a semi-control freak, I told him I would a least drive him home and we would talk about plan making on the way, but he groaned and said he wanted a day off of ideas.

His excuse? His brain hurt.

It was generic, but I let it slide. I sighed and motioned for him to join me in the car, and after much persuading, finally convinced him to take the ride. We talked about classes and insignificant things, like we did when I’d first let him hitch a ride off me. It was weird at that time to think that we’d become so close over the time span of a couple of weeks, but I guess it was meant to be.  I slowed the car as we came to a roundabout, the roundabout that was the significant turning point if you were deciding whether to go to my house or Ian’s. Being that we lived about tow train stations away from each other in distance, but longer when walking around housing, I decided to take a right turn. Ian straightened up in the passenger seat the second I turned and looked at me, his eyes slightly ablaze. I smirked and told him to calm down; I knew what I was doing. He scoffed and folded his arms across his chest, like a child having a hissy fit, before he slumped in the chair.

Finally we arrived at my house. I rushed around the car as soon as we were parked and opened the door for Ian, extending my hand to him like a chauffer only to get it flung right back at me. My bowl haired friend was not happy.

He stood up out of the car and huffed as he walked towards the front door. I stood on the curb and called to him.

“C’mon Ian! What’s you problem?”

“I just wanted to go home today. You know that!” He yelled back at me.

“And I just wanted you to smile!” I froze, I’d embarrassed myself, “You looked so glum today and I just don’t like seeing sad people,” I rushed.

He sighed and shook his head.

“I’m just going to walk home then.”

“No!” I said jumping forward before he had the chance to move, “How’s about we do something on the way…like go to the park?”

He smiled lightly at me with tired eyes and whispered okay.