YouTube//Sequel to High School

Chapter 6: Mother Freakin' Christmas

IAN'S P.O.V.

For the rest of the night, we just looked at the stars until we got so tired that Anthony had to drive us both home. Overall, it was an amazing day. Even if we had school (of which we both hate...but who doesn't?). Anyways, it's been two weeks since that happened. So guess what that means? It's mother freakin' Christmas. Anthony's probably- no..screw that...Anthony's definitely going to sleep in. He always does. The only time he woke up before me was that one day where I became his friend. But, unlike him, I wake up early. Especially now that it's Christmas. It's always been my favorite holiday. The bright lights, the songs, the food....It's all just amazing. When I use to live with my homophobic parents, this was the only holiday they would be somewhat nicer to me. Okay....I need to get my mind off of them. I can't stand another minute thinking about it. About my old life. Anyways, back to Christmas. Last Christmas was probably the best Christmas I've ever had. Especially because it was with Anthony. Speaking of which...he's asleep and I don't think I can wait much longer. I'm going to wake his lazy-ass up. "Anthony," I whisper as I start shaking him. "Anthony, Anthony, Anthony," I say, louder each time I say his name. "Hm?" Anthony hums, sleepily. D'awwh. Sleepy Anthony is adorable. I jump on top of him to try and wake him up a bit more, smiling. Anthony's eyes shoot open and then smiles when he sees me. "Lemme guess. It's Christmas right?" He guesses. I nod, excitedly. He knows me so well....

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

Ian kisses the tip of my nose before rolling off of me...and onto the floor. "Ian! You alright?" I ask, quickly looking over the side of the bed. Ian's laying on the ground, face first. "Ish..." Ian mumbles against the ground. He stands up, slowly rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Oh shit!" I say, getting out of bed quickly. Ian has a bloody nose. "You have a bloody nose...hold on," I say, going to the bathroom. I grab some paper towels and get back to Ian. "Here," I say, carefully putting the paper towels underneath his nose. "Thanks babe," Ian replies, taking the paper towels so I don't have to hold them, whilst smiling. "That was a great start for Christmas," Ian laughs. 

-HOURS LATER-

My parents driving home right now! I'm so excited and I can tell that Ian is too. We decided not to open presents until they got home. Ian offered to cook again...but my parents said that they would make something for him. So, I'm definitely sure that they like him. I start a fire in the fireplace as Ian is laying down on the couch, looking out the window, with a goofy grin on his face. "You seem happy," I point out, standing up. "I am. Christmas always gets me in a good mood. Even if I got a bloody nose this morning," Ian says, sitting up on the couch. I smile softly at him before sitting down next to him. Not even a minute later, the doorbell rings. "That's probably them," I say before kissing his cheek and walking to the door.

-AFTER AN HOUR OR SO....-

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

They had already opened presents. I'll spare you the details because there is only one present that really affects the story. That would be the video camera that Ian got Anthony. You probably know where that's leading....Anyways, Anthony's mother had prepared dinner and everyone is sitting at the table. "So," Janet starts the conversation. "Anthony...how are your grades this year?" She asks. "Alright....B's mostly," Anthony answers truthfully. Janet smiled widely. "That's great news! Why do you seem not excited?" She asks. Anthony shrugs. Last year, Anthony got a lot of D's (A/N *muffled snickering*) and F's. Due to being kidnapped and having douches as friends. (Not for that long though....but still). "Anyways...what brought your grades up?" Anthony's father 'Bill' asks. Anthony shrugs once again. Little did any of them know that it was Ian. No, Ian didn't tutor Anthony or anything like that. He just put him in a better mood in school. They all continued talking. You know...catching up on each others lives. Janet mostly asked Ian questions, because she absolutely loved him. She basically considered him as her second son. Sure, Bill liked Ian a lot as well but still, no where close to Janet. Anyways, they talked about their day, interests, etc...After that, Janet and Bill were tired (and slightly jet lagged) so they decided to go to bed. "Goodnight you two. Don't stay up too late," Janet smiles at them before hugging them. Bill and Janet went off to bed, leaving Ian and Anthony in the living room. "Your mom is so nice," Ian points out.  "Christmas movies?" Anthony asks. "Christmas movies," Ian agrees. 

-1 HOUR LATER-

Janet couldn't sleep so she decided to go and get a glass of water for herself to try and help. Whilst walking to the kitchen, she had to walk through the living room. Anthony and Ian were cuddled up against each other. I'm going to go into detail because why the fuck not? Their legs are intertwined, kind of like a loose braid. They are both on their sides, facing each other, but Ian's head is on Anthony's chest. Anthony's back is to the couch while his arms are wrapped around Ian lazily. Unlike Anthony though, Ian is fast asleep. How's that for details? Got a fluffy image in your mind? Good. Keep it there. Janet ended up seeing this and flapping her hands excitedly. It was adorable in her mind. "Aww, you guys are so cute!" She exclaims. "Shh," Anthony whispers. "Don't you shush m-" "Ian's asleep," Anthony explains, inturrupting her still in a whisper. "Ohh," Janet says, now whispering as well. "But in all honesty, you guys are the cutest couple I've ever seen," Janet continues, grinning while walking to the kitchen. "Besides, it was about time you got a love life," She snickers. "Mommm," Anthony sighs. "I can tell you two will last for a long time," She adds. Janet gets her glass of water and starts walking back to her bedroom, but not before saying "Merry Christmas you love birds."

(A/N) I swear, Janet is the biggest Ianthony shipper there is. Anyways, I would just like to say that everything I'm writing is not completely true. But, I'm changing it for the stories sake. Understood? (It's also because I don't want to do research because I'm a lazy ass)