High School//Ianthony

Chapter 15: Coldness and Certain Letters

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

We both pulled away at the same time, our foreheads were still resting on eachothers. "Can I tell you something?" I ask. "Yeah?" Ian answers. "I love you..." I tell him, hoping for the best. "I love you too," Ian replies, smiling softly. I smile as well. Ian takes his arms off of my neck and takes hold of one of my hands, interlacing our fingers together. My heart was fluttering and I was blushing so much I wouldn't be surprised if my cheeks set on fire any moment. At the same time, we move our foreheads away from each others. This is exactly what I have always wanted.

IAN'S P.O.V.

This is amazing. Anthony loves me back. It's just so...incredible. We both sat in comfortable silence. Anthony started to swing our hands a bit. "So...does that make us a thing now?" Anthony asks."I would hope so..." I reply and I swear Anthony's eyes lit up. "I'd like that," He told me. I lay my head on his shoulder as we watch the snowflakes fall the the ground.  After maybe four minutes of staying like that, Anthony broke the silence "Want to go inside? It's cold out here." "Sure," I smiled, wow. I didn't realize how cold I actually am. I was distracted by Anthony. My body starts to shiver. Anthony slowly takes his hand away and I take my head off of his shoulder. He climbs down the tree and I do the same. After all these years, the tree that I always looked to, solved my problem. It ended up better than I expected. "Cold?" Anthony asks, noticing me shivering. I nod. "C'me here," He tells me. I step forward, toward him. Anthony turns around and bends down. I look at him questionably. He takes my arms and wraps them around his own neck. Ohhh, I see what he's doing. I get on his back while he holds onto my legs. Anthony's carrying me on his back.

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

Ian nuzzled my ear and then buried his face into the crook of my neck, adorably. D'aawh. He wasn't as much, but his body was still shivering. I walked down the sidewalk with Ian on my back. After a few minutes, we got to my house. I carried him inside and he got off of my back. Ian took off his coat and scarf while I did the same with my coat. "Blanket?" I ask him. "Yes please," Ian answers. After a few minutes, I come back with a couple of blankets. Just in case... Ian is sitting on the couch and I place one of the blankets on top of him before setting the other ones down right next to him. I start a fire in the fireplace and then walk over to Ian. "Thank you," He says. "Do you need anything?" I question. Ian outstreched his arms, inviting me to cuddle with him without words. A smile spreads across my face as I go into Ian's arms, hugging him back. 

IAN'S P.O.V.

I run a hand through his beautiful dark hair. Anthony warms me up quickly. My body stops shivering and he probably noticed, because he let out a sigh. I wrap the blanket around us both and snuggle into him. I would've snuggled with him longer, but the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I tell, Anthony, slowly getting out of his arms. Right when I was about to open the door, I noticed there was a small envelope that probably slid underneath the door. I picked it up and opened it carefully. That's when I realized that it was to me. Someone knew I came here. I read the letter:

To, Ian

Hello. Now, you're probably wondering why the hell I sent you this letter. Now, I'll just get straight to the point. You've ruined me. My entire fucking life. Do exactly as I say, or trust me on this, Anthony's life will become a living hell. You cannot show Anthony this letter, if you do, the same thing will happen. Anthony's life will become a living hell. Let's make this interesting...shall we? If you can guess who I am, and why my life is ruined...I will certainly stop. If you cannot do this in two weeks...lets just say this, you will wish you would have never been born.

From, Anonymous

My eyes scan over the words over and over again. Why would someone have something against me? I mean, people don't like me being gay... but to go that far and try to hurt Anthony? I shoved the letter in my pocket and walked back over to Anthony. "Who was it?" He asked. "No one was there, someone just probably wanted to pull a prank..." I lie, convincingly. Should I tell Anthony? I'm not sure about that...its just a stupid letter though...right? But there is one thing that I am sure about. I have an enemy.