YouTube//Sequel to High School

Chapter 11: Pink Frosted Sprinkled Donuts

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

Thus, smosh was born. They started to make small little skits that they made up when they were bored as hell. Now, I should probably skip a bit further. Because, of course I need to fit their lives into just one story so I do have to do a lot of time skips. Hmmm....where should I start? ....I know! How about how Food Battle came to be? Yeah, I'll start there. It was about a few months after they first started smosh. It was a weekend and Ian was sick. So, Ian and Anthony were hungry as fuck. This is the part where I switch to their point o-

IAN'S P.O.V.

I lay dow-

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

Why the fuck was I just cut off? What kind of heartless bitch does that?

IAN'S P.O.V.

Why did I just cut own thought off by another voice of a person I've never met? Weird...anyways...I lay down on the couch with a pounding in my head. Ugh...I feel like crap. Anthony should wake up any minute now....it's around 11:00. His parents already left for some anonymous thing that they didn't want to share. They even told me themselves that I don't look so g-"Morning," A sleepy clothed Anthony emerges from our room and interrupts my thoughts. He yawns."Good morning...ish," I reply. "Not to sound rude but...where's breakfast?" He asks. That probably sounds weird to you, but I usually make him breakfast every Saturday. This is obviously something that he's not use to. "Sorry," I say, before breaking into a coughing fit. "Woah Ian....are you alright?" He asks, concern in his voice as he immediately rushes to my side. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it," I answer, reassuringly before sitting up. Anthony furrows his eyebrows. Aww, he's concerned isn't he? "No you're not...wait! I know what will make you feel better," Anthony says, grinning. "Donuts." 

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

I can hear all of you now. "WELL WHOOP-DE-DOO. GOLLY GOSH. GIVE THIS GUY A PARADE." In a sarcastic voice of course. But this is actually an important part of the story so you little shits need to listen. 

IAN'S P.O.V.

"Donuts?" I ask. Sure, I know what donuts are....but I've never had a donut before. I know I'm insane. "Yeah donuts! C'mon!" Anthony continues to grin. He picks me up before I have a chance to say another word. I sleepily lean against him as he carries me to the car and my eyes start to droop. "Don't fall asleep on me babe," Anthony shakes me a bit before setting me down on the seat of the car. "I'll try not to," I say, leaning against the car door while Anthony gets in the car. 

-AFTER THE CAR RIDE-

I barely managed to stay awake. I'm in sweatpants and some random shirt but I really could care less. I already lost all of my dignity anyways. Anthony gets out of the car and so do I. "Ian...you can stay in the car if you want to. You should probably lay down," Anthony tells me, walking over to me and kissing the top of my head. "I guess I should...." I nod. Anthony gives me a small sympathetic smile. "I'll be back before you know it....kay?" "Okay," I say, opening the car door. Anthony runs into the small donut store. I get into the car. Now I just...wait...patiently.......

-SEVEN MINUTES LATER...-

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

I walk out to the car, the donut box in hand. Laying against the window, his eyes closed, is Ian. He fell asleep. Better not wake him up...

-HALFWAY INTO THE CAR DRIVE HOME-

(A/N GO AND RE-WATCH FOOD BATTLE 2006 RIGHT NOW. I WILL BE MAKING A LOT OF REFERENCES TO IT IN THIS NEXT PART)

"Hm?" Ian hums, sleepily. "How ya feeling?" I ask. "A bit better than before," Ian replies, sitting up in his seat properly. "You know what'll make you feel better?" "What?" "Pink frosted sprinkled donuts. Go ahead and eat one," I tell him, pointing to the donut box. "I've never had a donut," Ian admits, opening the box. "Never? Like....ever?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Ian nods. "You my  boyfriend, have had a deprived childhood. Go ahead and take a bite. They're good. Promise,"  I tell him. Ian takes a bite of the donut and his entire face lights up. "This is the best thing I have ever tasted," Ian tells me before taking a couple more bites. "Really?" I ask. Ian nods, finishing off the donut. "Eh, taquitos are better," I reply. "I'm guessing that's you're favorite food, huh?" "Yup!" "Pink frosted sprinkled donuts are better," Ian argues, before taking another donut. Even though we're arguing, it's nice seeing him more cheerful when he's sick. "Nuh-uh! Taquitos are so good, that if they turned into a person, that person would be my boyfriend/girlfriend." "Cause you've never had one!" Ian rebuts. I start grinning and laughing a bit. "Yes I have!" "No!" "Yes I so have! What about you and me?" "That doesn't count!" Ian laughs before coughing. "Besides, we all know that these donuts are better than your crapitos." "Well I bet that my taquitos can do more stuff than just be delicious! Umm....give me an object," I tell him. "Pool floaties." "Pool floaties?" "Yeah, pool floaties." "Well beef is from cows and they float all the time!" At that line, both of us burst out laughing. "Babe, what the hell are we even saying anymore?" I ask. "I have no fricking clue, but it was hilarious!" "Yeah!.....Wait...maybe this can be a skit for smosh," I say. "Yeah!" "What would it be called?" "Battle of the foods."

(A/N) Well...yeah, that just happened. Anyways, sorry for taking 5eva (bcz it moar den 4eva)