Dancing in the Dark (Ianthony Fanfic)

Anthony's POV

"Hey." I said to Ian as I walked in the door, drenched in water. "It's really wild out there."

There was a really big storm hitting California right now.

"Hey." He said while changing the channel on the TV.

"I'm gonna go get into some dry clothes."

"Okay, I'll be here."

As I was just about to take my pants off, all of the lights went out. I had just taken off my shirt and threw it somewhere, and it was dark so I couldn't see.

"Anthony, are you okay?" I heard Ian yell to me.

I went out to the living room to talk to Ian.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Ian did not say another word. He just sat there with his eyes on me. Then I remembered...... I didn't have a shirt on.

"Where's your shirt?" Ian asked.

"Remember, I was in the middle of getting changed."

"Oh yeah."

"Anyway, I'm gonna go find some candles." I said, walking into the kitchen.

"Oh, here they are."

I pulled out three scented candles and a lighter.

"Hey, Ant?" Ian asked.

"Yea?"

"Um...... Do you know how to slow dance?" He asked unsurely.

"Yea, why?"

"Well......... I've noticed that I never learned how to dance. At prom, I made a huge fool out of myself. Ashely Jones asked me to dance with her during a slow dance. You remember how hot she was, I couldn't say no. Well....... I ended up stepping on her feet and turning one way as she was turning another. She hated me after that."

At this moment, I remembered how hot Ashely was. Her golden hair, sparkly green eyes, and little freckles right under her eyes. Out of all the boys at the dance, she chose Ian to dance with.

"Ohh, I remember."

I went to the battery-powered stereo and turned on some music.

"Come here, I will show you." I said, motioning him with my hand.

"Wait, YOU are going to show me." Ian said, surprisingly.

"Yeah, so?"

"But you are a dude, with no shirt on, and my best friend, and A DUDE!"

"Oh, just come here you butthole."

Ian's POV

I reluctantly walked over to Anthony. He wants to dance with me! I feel really weirded out, especially in the dim light of three candles. He held out his hand and I took it slowly.

"Put your hands here." He said as he was putting my hands on his shoulders. "And I will put my hands here." He put his hands on my hips and it felt really weird. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah" I said, stuttering a bit.

'Demons' by Imagine Dragons came on next

"Oh, a good song for slow dancing". Anthony said.

"I don't know about this, dude. I mean, what will it do to our friendship?"

"Jesus Christ, Ian. It won't do anything to our friendship. Nothing ever will."

"Thanks man." I said will a smile.

"So, just follow my lead. Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot."

It took about 3 minutes for me to start to get the hang of it.

"Hey this isn't so hard." I said. "You're not a bad dancer either."

"Thanks." Anthony said, blushing deeply.

"Why are you blushing?" I asked with a little giggle.

"I don't know, your cute I guess."

I was surprised at the last thing Anthony said. He thinks I'm cute. I just smiled. I couldn't say anything. I just stood there smiling. I still had my hands around his neck and his hands around my waist. Then, he did it. He leaned in.

He planted a soft kiss on my lips. He pulled away in a matter of two seconds.

"I'm sorry." He said, turning away from me.

"Why?" I said with a smirk.

He looked a me with a surprised expression. Then, he smiled and pulled me in for another kiss, this time, more forceful. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and explored deeply. We finally pulled apart after 7 minutes.

"Why don't we move this to the bed?" I asked.

"Sure."

At that moment, I found out that Anthony Padilla is the one I want to be with for the rest of my life.