Shut up (SMOSH fanfic)

Chapter 9.

"yeah... I'm gonna hide somewhere and hope that satan comes for me."

"wait explain this to me." he was shocked.

"I sort of was in love with you"

"sort of, or you actually were?"

"I don't know" I freaked out. I was biting my lip but then I heard when my skin cracked and I felt the taste of blood in my mouth.

"but you were so small and..."

"you remember when I called you on my 15th birthday?"

"yes."

"when I was hugging you constantly.. That was when it hit me."

"waaait a second."

"hm?"

"so you are saying that somewhere, some part in your life, you actually fell in love with me but you've never told anyone because you were scared because we were basically bro and sis to each other?" he looked at me.

"okay, you realized, now I'm gonna go home." I turned around, but he grabbed my arm.

"there's no need for your crappy drama Leeann, you're staying here tonight." he said. "wow your eyes just went yellow, is that even normal?"

"you still didn't get used to that? Yes it is." I said nervously chewing on my bubblegum.

Anthony came out a couple minutes later.

Ian looked at him.

When he turned around and started to go back to his room Ian shook his head and said:

"stay."

Anthony was slightly scared.

"what is it?" he asked.

"I know about everything and I'm not mad at you. Just sayin."

"ooookay... Thank you.. Can I go back now?"

"yes"

We sat there in complete silence.

"aren't you tired yet?"

"nah"

"me neither." Awkward silence again.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have told you."

"no, no don't be, it is better for everyone like this" he said. "so, what do you want to do?"

"curl up in a ball and cry about how stupid I am" I laughed awkwardly.

"come on" he stood up, grabbed my wrist and pulled me after him. This was the weirdest thing I've ever experienced. So far.

He opened a door like a fucking gentleman, we entered and I sat in his chair.

Awkward silence. AGAIN.

"what should we do?"

"I have no idea..."

"we'll figure it out." he sighed.

I eventually fell asleep in the chair.

I woke up in the middle of the night on his bed.

He was sitting and typing stuff into his laptop. "nightmares?" he asked.

"sort of" I responded.

"I was thinking about that you could move here..."

"I think I should get my own place... But it is really sweet of you"

"you could be a part of our life."