Same old route (Ianthony)

chapter thirty five

Anthony POV

What the hell am I going to do?

My parents are missing and I don't know how I'm going to get the tribe out the museum. Mid-freakout I get a call from Felix. I answer and his loud, cheery voice comes through the phone.

"Hey Anthony! Long time no.. talk?" He speaks down the phone chuckling slightly.

"Hi Felix."

"Whats up man? You sound down?"

"Nothing, just some personal issues."

"You know you can always talk to me right?"

"Yeah of course, I think I just need to figure this out myself."

"Yeah, I understand. Anyway, Jack, Mark and PJ are coming round mine I was wondering if you wanna come down?"

"I uh, I'm busy sorry."

"Okay dude you're always welcome at mine if you need to."

"Yeah thanks."

"Take care of yourself dude, bye."

"Will do, bye."

I hung up the phone and collapse back onto the sofa. I turned on the TV and just watched whatever was on, trying to distract myself from my problems.

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As the TV show wound on I started to think of a plan. Maybe I could change my identity? No. Maybe I could get the police to help me? No that would never work. What if I tunnelled under to the museum? No are you mad Anthony? That would take a year, I don't have a year.

I turn off the TV and make myself a coffee in the kitchen. I miss the boy so much. His beautiful blue eyes, his soft, pale skin, his beautiful, plump lips, his soft brown hair.

Everything.

I make my coffee and head upstairs.

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I was in the middle of having a breakdown in my room, I miss my mum and Mark so much. I heard my front door opening and closing, making me sit up and silent my whimpers.

I could hear feet walking around downstairs, who the fuck is in my house now? Okay I need to defend myself I bet it's one of my dads fucking workers here to get something from me.

I leave my room silently and walk down the stairs, holding my breath and keeping my back to the wall. I ran into the kitchen, panicking and on the verge of crying.

I grabbed a knife and proceed through the house going into the front room and a figure was in there. I dropped the knife from shock and my breath got caught in my throat.

The metallic "pang" from the knife made the figure turn around, startled. Our eyes met and widened. The figure jumped on me and made me fall backwards with a large "thud"

The figure pulled out of our embrace, tears streaming down both our faces before I grabbed their face and kissed them, the kiss laced with "I missed you."

He's back.

The boy.

(A/N thank fuck some actual ianthony lmao)