I Swear I'm not Crazy (Ianthony)

Part 3

Anthony's POV

I watched as the sky around me turned from a pink and orange surrounding, to a dark and eerie night covered in stars as I drive home. I couldn't stop thinking about what had previously happened that day. I wasn't even sure if he hates me or not. All I really know about him is that he doesn't enjoy talking very much. Or at all for that matter.

I pulled into the driveway of my home and went inside. As usual, all of the lights were still on since I have a terrible habit with leaving every possible source of electricity on which is not helping my power bills. It was almost seven when my phone went off, and I didn't recognize the callers' number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Anthony, it's Toby. I was just wondering if you would be able to come to work earlier tomorrow, if that would be possible?"

"Sure. I don't exactly have anything planned."

"Great. If you could arrive at around five that would be really helpful."

"Sure. Bye."

For the remainder of the night I was watching TV, thinking about Ian and the next day. I couldn't act the same way as the day before, that was a total train-wreck. I glanced at the clock on the wall as it slowly ticked by. It was almost one in the morning, and I could feel myself slowly drifting to sleep.

I carried practically dragged myself to my bedroom, stripped off not bothering to make any effort to brush my teeth, and almost collapsed on my bed. I could only hope that the next day would be more eventful then the last, because otherwise...

Ian's POV

Almost two in the morning, and I still was asleep. I was tossing and turning all over the place trying to get comfortable, but all I could think about was Anthony. Why? I couldn't think of a single reason why I was so concerned about him. Just because he is the first male carer I've had, doesn't mean I should "obsess" over him.

There was a small window with a few bars around it on the other side of the room, and it was slightly open. It was sending a cold breeze through making me shiver. There wasn't any way of me being able to close it, so all I could do was wrap myself tighter in the small blanket I had and force myself to sleep.

But I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about Anthony. He's all I can think about.

I couldn't figure out what made him so better then any other nurse here. It could be the way he means it when he smiled this morning? Or the way he seemed to want to start a conversation with me, knowing there was never going to be a reply? And he was always so optimistic about it. I shook my head and turned the other, facing the wall. I can't keep thinking these things. He your Goddamn carer for fucks sake. It's not as if he's going to be with you for the rest of your life.

But a small part of me wanted to see him again. And that small part wants him to be the one who I see every morning for as long as I'm here.

Anthony's POV

The sun blared through my window as I lifted my head from the pillow. I yawned. Was I up before my alarm had gone off? I stopped. The sun isn't usually up at five.

I saw my watch on my bedside table, and it read; 7:47am

"Shit!" I yelled as I jumped out of bed as quickly as I could. I quickly changed into a new pair of clothing, brushed my teeth and grabbed my car keys. I knew I looked like a complete mess, but I had to get there. Why didn't my alarm go off? Dammit, I didn't even fucking set it last night.

I drove hastily to the asylum, almost expecting to be fired for turning up two and a half hours late for work. I exited my car and locked it, jogging up to the front doors, and making my way to Toby's office.

He was already waiting at his desk, almost as if he knew that I was going to be late. "I'm so sorry, I forgot to set my alarm last night, and I slept in this morning and-" Toby cut me off with a short laugh. "It's fine Anthony, it really is. The only real reason I wanted you to come in this morning was to full in some paperwork I forgot to give you yesterday, and since you turned up a little late you can always take them home with you." I sighed in relief. "Anyway, it's almost eight now, Ian will expect you to arrive soon."

Ian's POV

Less then a few minutes until Anthony will be here. I was already up and dressed, yet I didn't know why. A had made another mark on the wall with the small stone, and there wasn't much use to counting them. There were too many to count, yet I still don't know why no one has actually noticed them yet. There's a nurse in here every once in a while, but no one in three years has actually said anything.

I heard the lock on the door being opened, and saw Anthony waiting patiently on the other side. "Morning Ian." He said through a slight yawn. I walked out, and he looked like a complete wreck. He seemed to have noticed me staring, because he gave short laugh and said; "Long story, but I was in a slight rush this morning. But anyway, Do you wanna go get breakfast?" I started walking ahead, as another way of saying yes. "Hopefully I'l actually know where the cafeteria is today." Anthony said walking beside me. 

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Anthony's POV

We left the cafeteria around fifteen minutes later, and I was supposed to take Ian back to his room. A nurse would usually bring him food later on, so I was aloud to leave afterwards. We went back to his room, and I remembered what had happened the day before.

"Ian, sorry about yesterday. I understand now that it was kind of a personal thing to say, but I promise I won't bring it back up again." We were at his door, but this time he didn't run from me. I opened the door but he still didn't make emotion at all. He casually walked inside, but didn't slam it behind him. He slowly closed it but he didn't look like he wanted to be there at all.

That's when I had an idea.