Will I Ever Matter To You?//Ianthony

Chapter 21: Movies

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

The rest of our 'ice cream date' you might call it, it was filled with laughter, jokes and (of course) eating ice cream. So, let's just say we had an awesome time. We drove home and right now I'm setting up the DVD player. We decided to watch The Lord of The Rings trilogy....because, why the fuck not? Ian's over in the kitchen, making popcorn. It smells amazing...does anyone else like the smell of popcorn? 'Cause to me....it's heavenly. I finish setting up the DVD player and I put in the first movie of the trilogy. The Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of The Ring. Personally, it's my favorite one...but that's only me. "It's set up," I call out to Ian. "Okay, give me one second," Ian tells me, before disappearing into the hallway. He comes back, not even a minute later, with a couple of blankets. Ian hands me two and then keeps two blankets for himself. I take the blankets from him. "Thanks," I smile. Ian and I sit down on the couch as the movie starts. I flick the switch next to us and it turns off the lights. Then, I hear a beeping noise. Beep, beep, beep. "That's probably the popcorn. I'll be right back," Ian says before getting up and getting the popcorn. He comes back a moment later (with the popcorn) and sits down next to me once again.

IAN'S P.O.V.

I wrap myself in a blanket and set the popcorn down on the table. Anthony puts his arm on my shoulders and pulls me closer. Of course, (and I know you are probably sick of hearing this) I blush, and smile softly to myself. I put my head on Anthony's shoulder. I know Frodo (from lord of the rings, if you didn't know) is doing something right now, but I'm focused on Anthony. I mean we were only friends just yesterday. Now I'm kissing him and cuddling with him. It's amazing. If I went into the past and told myself this was gonna happen....I wouldn't believe myself. Re-"What?" Anthony asks, snapping me out of my thoughts with a smile on his face. Oh crap! Was I staring? "Just... Its funny, you know? Yesterday we were simply friends..." I say. "I like this much better," Anthony replies, pushing a strand of hair out of my face. "Agreed." Anthony pecks my lips. "Last night was something I'll remember," He continues. My cheeks turn a bright red (is that better?). I'll remember it too. "Last night was one hell of a night.... Now that I think about it....," Anthony says. That's funny. I was thinking the same thing not that long ago...

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

"Yeah....and umm...thanks by the way," Ian says. "For what?" I ask. "You know, getting David off of me....he was really wasted last night..."  Ian answers. "Oh, no problem," I say. Anger is boiling inside of me, still from last night. Before I could change the subject, Ian starts talking again. "Hey... do you know why there was a huge crowd? Like...I know there was a fight...but do you know who it was?" Ian asks. My face goes blank. What do I do? Do I tell him? If I tell him....then he'll know that I fought for him. But...if I tell him, then he'll know that David likes him. I mean, what if Ian ends up falling for him? I can't let that happen... "No," I lie, convincingly. "Oh...okay," Ian replies.  Whew...thank god he didn't ask anymore questions..... Wait...will he ask more questions later?  Okay...I need to forget about all this and just enjoy myself. I pull him onto my lap. Ian presses his head against my  chest and smiles softly, but tries to hide it by pressing his face against my chest for a second. I smile and look back at the screen. Ian does the same, but still has his head pressed up against my chest. Seriously, can he go one fucking minute (or second) without being adorable? It's not like I'm complaining or anything though. Personally, I love it though. "My preciousss," I say in Smeagol's voice, holding Ian tighter. We both start laughing.

-AFTER THE FIRST MOVIE-

I put in the second movie of the trilogy. The Lord of The Rings: The Two Towers. Ian and I have eaten most of the popcorn and right now Ian is currently in the bathroom. Okay, TMI. ("Too much information" ....if you didn't know what that meant...). 

IAN'S P.O.V.

I wash my hands. My phone vibrates inside of my pocket.  I take it out of my pocket and look at my messages. It's from David. It reads: "Ian...I'm so fucking sorry about last night. I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing. Forgive me?"  Can I though? He almost raped me! I should text back though....What do I do? Forgive him? I walk out of the bathroom with my phone still in hand. I keep reading the text over and over again, while sitting down on the couch. "Whatcha doing?" Anthony asks. "I got a text from laser..."

(A/N) I know I didn't end on some cheesy line or a (good) cliff hanger and I apologize for that. Thanks for reading anyways! ^-^