High School//Ianthony

Chapter 50: Okay

(A/N) Sorry I don't reply to all of your comments but I just wanna say thank you so much one more time. I know you are probably sick of hearing that but it's true. All of these comments helped me raise my self esteem (which is extremely low). Anyways, I think this is the last chapter :) Unless I write a sequel... (tell me what you think about that)

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

Anthony continued to visit Ian every day after school. He would still bring flowers and change them every two to three days. In the time that Ian was in the hospital, Anthony told his parents about Ian. They were excited and wanted to meet him (Anthony's parents were also okay with Ian staying at their house). But, not over some lame skype call, they wanted to meet him in person. Anyways, all of this continued right before Ian was allowed to leave the hospital (which was three weeks). Luckily, Anthony's parents paid for it all with the larger sums of money they have been getting ever since they made that deal. Back to the subject of wanting to meet Ian in person. Anthony's parents are coming home for a week to visit their son and his boyfriend. So, to try and impress Anthony's parents, Ian decided to cook.

IAN'S P.O.V.

"Annnthhonnyyy," I call out to Anthony. "What is it?" He calls back from his bedroom. "Where's the lemon juice?" I ask. Anthony walks out of his bedroom and comes into the kitchen. "I think its in here...." He says opening the refrigerator. "Guess not.....what do you need lemon juice for? Like....what are you cooking?" Anthony asks. "Chic-" I stop talking when I see the lemon juice. I pick it up. "Found it." I walk over to my large mixing bowl and put it in. "What were you gonna say?" Anthony asks. "Chicken divan," I reply. "Sounds fancy," He replies, wrapping his arms around me from behind and nuzzling into the crook of my neck. "Slightly," I reply, starting to mix and a soft smile appearing on my face. "They aren't vegans are they? 'Cause I might have to change the recipe if so...." I say. "They aren't. I know that as a fact," Anthony mumbles, his face still in the crook of my neck.

-TEN MINUTES LATER-

"I gotta go and pick them up from the airport," Anthony says, grinning widely. He's probably missed them a lot. God, I actually have no idea what that's like. I've never missed my parents. Sure, I missed Anthony when I broke up with him because of Kalel but....I don't know what its like to have some kind of family member love you. Must be nice. "Okay," I walk over to him and give him a peck on the cheek. "See you later," I smile.

-30 MINUTES OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT LATER-

I've made sure a couple of times that I look okay for them. Hopefully I make a good impression on them. Anyways, the chicken breasts should be done any minute now. That's when I heard the tires of a car. They're here. Let's do this, Ian.

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

I open the door for my parents and they happily walk inside. "You've kept the place clean....I expected some kind of mess," My mother laughs. I smile at her. "Dear, where is Ian? I would love to meet him," She says. "He's in the kitchen," I answer. "Ian has a surprise for you two, and you should probably sit at the table," I point out. My dad nods and they both go over to the table and sit down. I go into the kitchen. Ian's grabbing plates, forks, knives, etc. "Hey blue-eyes," I smile "Need help?" Ian's basically struggling not to drop anything. He nods and I take the plates from his hands. "It should be done any minute now," Ian tells me, refering to the chicken. "Alright," I kiss his cheek and then walk back to the table. Ian does the same and we both start setting the table. "So you must be Ian," My mother says. "Yes, I am," Ian smiled, holding out his hand. She shakes his hand "Nice to meet you Mrs. Padilla," He says. "Please...call me Janet." (A/N I just came up with that name I'm not sure what Anthony's mother's name is.)

-AFTER DINNER AND CONVERSATIONS (11:00)-

That all went better than expected. My parents love Ian! (and his cooking....but who doesn't) Anyways, dinner was great (If he doesn't make that chicken again I might cry (not literally)), the conversations were amazing. I'm incredibly proud of Ian. He use to be so shy...and now I'm pretty sure my mother would marry him if he wasn't gay and she didn't marry my father. So, overall I'm extremely happy. Ian and I are just laying in bed right now, his head on my chest and arms wrapped around eachother. "Did they like me?" Ian asks me in a whisper. "I'm sure my mother would marry you if she could," I laugh somewhat quietly because I know my parents are asleep. "I told you they would love you," I whisper. Ian smiles, nuzzling into my chest. "Goodnight babe," He says. "Goodnight blue-eyes," I look down and Ian's already sleeping. "Goodnight," I repeat. It really is a good night, tonight. For once, everything is okay.

(A/N) OMG THE LAST CHAPTER OF THIS FANFIC. Anyways, should I write an epilouge or a sequel? I'm not sure... Tell me what you think about this fanfic please. I would love some constructive critism. Bye!