YouTube//Sequel to High School

Chapter 7: Bored...Again

-ONE DAY UNTIL CHRISTMAS BREAK IS OVER...-

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

Yet another boring day. My parents are out with some old friends of hers. So it's just Ian and I. Alone. "Ian....I'm bored again..." I whine, childishly. "How am I suppose to fix that?" Ian asks. I shrug. "Do you want me to turn on the Pokemon Theme Song again?" He laughs. "I don't know...maybe..." I reply. Ian raises an eyebrow at me then lowers it. "Finnneee," He sighs "I have another idea, but it's basically the same thing," Ian tells me, grabbing my iPod. 

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

Before they knew it, they were both dancing terribly (on purpose) to random songs that popped up in shuffle. But, after a while, Anthony got an idea. He had gotten a video camera (from Ian) and a laptop (from his parents) for Christmas.  Anyways, like I was saying. Anthony got an idea to make a music video type thing. He told Ian about it and Ian happily agreed. 

-AN HOUR LATER-

They started randomly doing whatever the fuck they thought was funny. Whether it was just over acting everything they did, or throwing a stuffed pikachu around. Little did they know, that all of this randomness would eventually change their lives. After recording all of that awesome shit, Anthony decided to edit the video while Ian helped him a little bit. But not too much because he didn't really know how to. Whilst Anthony had tried it out a couple of times, so he had a main idea of what he was doing. Ian (being you know....Ian) decided to distract Anthony a bit...you know...just for fun. Ian goes behind Anthony (and behind his chair as well) and lazily lays his arms down on Anthony's shoulders. Ian covers Anthony's eyes. Anthony laughs a little. "Ian, what are you doing?" He asks, smiling. "I don't know," Ian shrugs. "The video is almost done...can you uncover my eyes now?" Anthony asks. "Finnneee," Ian sighs, mimicking himself from earlier. He takes his hands off of Anthony's eyes and then he takes his arms off of Anthony's shoulders. "I'll be right back," Ian says, smirking to himself a little. But Anthony didn't see it because he was editing. "Kay," Anthony replies. Ian walks out of the room. 

IAN'S P.O.V.

I have an idea...I walk into the kitchen and open one of the cupboards (that's close to the ground). It's empty because since it's a fairly large kitchen (in a fairly large house) and a couple of them are empty. I manage to fit my body in the cupboard somehow and close the cupboard door. After five minutes...

ANTHONY'S P.O.V. 

"Ian, I have the video done," I say. No response. "Ian?" I call out, louder this time. Still no response. "Ian!" I yell into the house. "Where are you?" I ask, still yelling. No. Fucking. Response. What the hell? I get out of my chair and start walking around the house. After five minutes of wandering, I walk into the kitchen. "Ian?" I call out for what seems like the millionth time. I guess he's no-"RAWR!" Ian yells, popping out of one of the cupboards. 

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

Anthony jumps while Ian's laughing. "Fuck you," Anthony says, looking up at the ceiling and rubbing his forehead. He's trying to be mad at Ian, but can't help but crack a smile. Ian gets out of the cupboard. "Maybe later," Ian winks, jokingly. Anthony starts laughing with him. "Okay, but seriously. How the fuck did you fit in that cupboard?" Anthony asks. Ian shrugs. "Anyways, I finished editing the video. Let's go watch it!"

-AFTER WATCHING THE VIDEO-

Both of us are laughing our asses off. That was fucking hilarious! Our laughter dies down though. We both just kind of stand there, realizing that now we have nothing to do. "Anthony, I'm bored again," Ian complains, sitting down on my bed. I smirk and tackle Ian down onto the bed, pinning him down. "We do have a few more hours until my parents get home," I hover over him. 

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

Ian, with eyes full of lust, puts a hand behind Anthony's head and slams their lips together. The kiss started to get more heated with time. Ian licked Anthony's bottom lip, begging for entrance, of which Anthony gladly let him in. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, deepening into the kiss. Anthony slipped his hand underneath Ian's shirt and moved his hand up Ian's chest so his shirt went up as well. They had done this about two times before (with each other) so they basically knew what they were doing. Ian helped Anthony take his own shirt off, and then he took off Anthony's shirt as well, throwing the shirts somewhere in the room. Are they bored anymore? Not really....

(A/N) Do I know how to write chapters anymore? That's a good question. The answer is no. This chapter sucked. Or did it? I'm so confusing. On a different topic......guess what? I have something to rant about for a second...OH MY GOD GUYSSS. WRITER'S BLOCK FUCKING SUCKS. Anyways, I'm not sure if I want to have the next chapter be a smut chapter? I've never written one before and I would fail tremendously. But I wanna know what you guys think! (Note: I'm kinda scared > - <) Thanks for putting up with me, magic mummies ^-^