Lasercorn had barely slept the night before. He thought it was a little pathetic to be up all night -- a little too high school girl to be filled with nervous, excited energy over what was essentially (Lasercorn still wouldn't use the word) a crush, but there he was, tossing and turning in bed while tossing and turning the thoughts over and over again. The award for most surprisingly awesome friend had to go to Anthony for giving him this opportunity and using his knowledge of Ian to pave the way for Lasercorn.
Time seemed to drag and speed up on a whim -- minutes felt like hours and hours felt like minutes until he finally got the call from Anthony that Ian was heading out the door. Those words made everything that much more real. This was it. It was really happening this time. Not fake happening like he thought the day before -- but actually, legitimately happening. In only a few hours time, Ian would know everything, Lasercorn wouldn't lose the bet -- and from there on, only time would tell.
Lasercorn headed over to the Smosh house, full of boundless nerves and anxious anxiety, both combining to form a unique level of excited energy. He parked a few blocks south of the place so as to not give it away completely when Ian came home and saw his car in the driveway. He found walking to the house was revitalizing, anyway. It gave him time to collect himself and prepare. Lasercorn hadn't bothered to go over the various conversation paths this time, one part because he'd already been there and done that and most of them were still fresh in his mind, but mainly because he felt better winging it. It would be much more genuine that way.
Soon, though, he ran out of pavement to walk on -- reaching his destination quicker than he expected. Lasercorn drew in a breath and knocked on the door, being greeted by Anthony and his glorious bed head. He eyed the messy strands and idly commented, "Nice hair."
Anthony grumbled something, a toothbrush was poking out of his mouth, successfully muddling the words as he attempted to flatten his runaway hair boners. Lasercorn took it as an invitation inside when Anthony turned his back and walked toward the kitchen sink to spit. He rinsed his mouth, grabbed a paper towel to wipe it, and then headed to the bathroom to put his toothbrush away, calling out, "Ian should be back in about twenty minutes. You want anything in the meantime?"
"No. I'm good," Lasercorn didn't trust his ability to hold down food with the way his stomach was doing somersaults.
Anthony returned to the living room, a hat tossed on his head to hide the mess, "So you ready?"
"Not at all, but I somehow think I'll be okay. Any last minute, awesome advice you wanna give would be much appreciated, though."
He thought for a moment, "Just be yourself. I guess that's the most basic advice I can give and something you probably already know, but Ian likes you for you -- so you don't have to do anything fancy and definitely don't try to woo him with poetry."
"Damn. You ruined my whole plan. Is serenading still okay?"
"Only if you're singing Katy Perry songs while twerking."
"Guess that's out too," Lasercorn shook his head with a rueful smile.
"But seriously, I think you're gonna be fine," Anthony grabbed his jacket, tossing it over his shoulders and cramming his arms in the sleeves. "The thing about Ian, is no matter how awkward or intense things get -- he's good about not letting it get in the way of his friendships. So even if it doesn't work out to be happily ever after, he's not gonna shun you. Maybe for a few days, but...it'll be water over the bridge or under the bridge or wherever water goes."
"That's comforting, I guess," he shrugged and swung his arms absently. He didn't know where to go from here, but at least Anthony seemed to be guiding the way.
