A/N *sob* So uh...this is the end. Wow. Ummmmmm I don't know what to say. It's been amazing having so many people read this and...I'm sorry, I'm getting emotional...you've all been so nice and supportive. Thank you to all who read or are reading this. You are amazing and I love you *less than three*
Dedicated to thefantastickyra because you have been reading from the start and you're so nice and :3 Yeah you are an awesome person. Saved you for last!
The pair passed the scowling ex-tormenter who was leaning against the line of lockers in the hallway. It was actually quite funny seeing a guy who’d once been so threatening seem so puny and insignificant now. The duo strolled along together, virtually arm-in arm, until they came to Anthony’s locker. He opened it, and Ian leaned in towards him.
“Wanna go to the library?” He purred seductively into Anthony’s ear.
Anthony gave him a slight shove and laughed.
“Not here, Ian. Not now.”
“Oh come on!” The younger boy whined.
“Stop it. I thought you didn’t want anyone to know about us.”
“Maybe I’ve revoked that card.”
“What if I’m not fully comfortable yet though?”
Ian sighed.
“Okay, but I really do have to borrow out some books. History and shit.”
“Oh. And you wanted me to come along?”
“I was hoping so. Y’know, that library lady is a hell of a scary old woman. Sometimes I just need moral support, but oh well.”
Ian really played up the helpless and needy boyfriend role, and Anthony saw right through it, but what else could he do apart from roll his eyes and follow his energetic boyfriend through the corridors. They got to the library and slowly strolled through the rows and rows of bookshelves. Neither of them knew the school owned such a mass of books. Ian twirled around Anthony, who walked with a slump, but a smile spread across his face. The bowl haired boy tiptoed around Anthony, his arms out and face bright, and spun in circles like a ballerina, not once taking his eyes off the semi-Filipino boy.
“Did your sister teach you how to do that?” Anthony asked mockingly of Ian’s ungraceful twists.
“Do what?” Ian responded dreamily.
“Spin like a girl,” Anthony stated, allowing himself a laugh.
Ian thought for a second before he laughed like a loon himself, the loudest in all of the library, and said “No, but she taught me how to kiss like one!”
He squeezed his eyes shut and planted a big kiss on Anthony’s supple lips for the whole school to see, but neither of them cared, because they kept kissing and kissing until the bell went for their next class.
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FanfictionIan and Anthony are different. They're not the creative duo you know today. Ian is all alone and constantly bullied. Anthony isn't very well liked, but at least people leave him alone. It's just lucky that differences bring the pair together. Okay...
