High And Dry

I Can't

another chapter in one day ahhhhh

why?

because im having feels over that one ship i started that never got very popular but is totally tied with sohincorn and iancorn for OTP

yep

anthocorn

do you guys like love triangles? or friends with benefits? because i have other fanfics that i want to start posting when High and Dry is finished(almost there guys, it's been nice).

anyway, as usual, let me know if you have any fic ideas or pairings or AUs or anything really my tumblr is unwashedwonder if you want the idea to just be between the two of us or whatever

happy reading or something

            Ian was exhausted. He had a rough day. Melanie left sometime during the night without a word. He wasn’t so worried about that. He was worried about the night before.

            David had gone home with Mari. He had barely spoken a word to Ian before he left. Ian knew that something was wrong. Anthony had called David his father, yes, but Ian figured that David would have expected that. Ian was freaking out and he didn’t know what to do.

            Ian had to watch his breathing as to not freak out and cause Anthony to panic. Matt came over to drop off a suit he had borrowed from Ian for filming.

            “You already finished?” Ian frowned.

            “Yeah. David and I are done.  I invited him out for a platonic lunch, but he said he was busy and left immediately after.” Matt shrugged, “I thought he’d be here.”

            “Why would you think that?” Ian realized that Matt didn’t know they were together.

            Hell, Ian didn’t even know if they were together anymore.

            “Because he likes you.”

            “He does?”

            “Isn’t it obvious?”

            Ian shrugged, “I don’t know. Listen, I’ve got to clean up the mess Anthony and I made while baking cookies, but I’ll talk to you later, oaky?”

            Matt nodded, “Oh. Wait. I forgot to mention. Since none of my friends seem to have big Christmas plans, I’m having everyone over.”

            “You’re having a party on Christmas?”

            He shrugged, “Yeah. Problem?”

            “Aren’t you Jewish?”

            “Oh I almost forgot,” Matt gave Ian an un-amused look, “there’s a pricey entrance fee and we’re only serving bagels as we light our menorahs with the burnt pages of Mein Kampf.”

            Ian rolled his eyes, “You’re an idiot.”

            “Yeah. I know. Honestly, Josh and I were just talking about how everyone’s in town and no one has plans.” He shrugged, “But it won’t start until the afternoon so that everyone who has someone can spend the morning with them.”

            “I can’t go. I have Anthony.”

            “Come on, man. Please? Let Anthony spend Christmas night with grandma or his little girlfriend.”

            Matt was right. Anthony was remarkably calm around Ian’s mom, sometimes even calmer than he was around Ian.

            “Alright. I’ll take you up on that offer.” Ian nodded, “I’ll be there.”

            He waved goodbye and shut the door.

            Ian didn’t want to have a conversation about David, but he had someone slipped his way in. Ian almost couldn’t take it. He wanted David to at least reach out and call him or send him a text, but he didn’t do either of those.

            The next day, Mari called him, “Ian! Good news!”

            “What?”

            “So, bad news first. My Christmas present was totally spoiled because I wasn’t supposed to be home today but I was so I saw the couch and I love it! David’s intention was that it was to be in our house, but I think it could also be the couch that I sit on for my segment since it’s a bit more relaxed then Matt, Josh, or David’s.”

            Ian was confused as to why Mari could mention David’s name in front of him since she lived with him and could easily figure out that he’d been avoiding him.

            “Also, I think we should bring back the Twitter one.”

            “Where you read out the mean things people say about celebrities and comment on them? That’s already a popular thing.”

            “I think we could just add in people with crappy grammar or who say things that make no sense.”

            “Who are you talking to?” The voice was muffled and messed up, and a few crunches came along with it.

            Ian’s heart nearly stopped.

            “Just your boyfriend.” Mari said light heartedly.

            The crunching stopped. He heard footsteps that eventually got softer.

             “Hey, I’d love to stay and chat, but I have to clean up the mess Anthony and I made by baking.” Ian said.

            Ian winced; he hated lying. He hadn’t been lying to Matt, but he had to. He didn’t want to say that he felt awkward talking to the girl who lived with David. He had been in the room with her. He was home. He was okay. He wasn’t contacting Ian.

            It only hurt Ian more.

            He had talked to Joshua the following day, with still nothing from David.

            “Yeah, so I like Mari’s idea of bringing the Twitter thing back-David put that down it’s expensive and you’re getting your greasy pizza fingers all over it-sorry, what was I saying? Romeo distracted me.”

            Ian frowned, “No, don’t worry about it. I have to go clean up the mess I made-”

            “With Anthony while baking?”

            “What?”

            “Nice try, Ian. I think you have another mess to clean up.”

            Ian frowned. Josh knew. How?

            “I can’t.”