YouTube//Sequel to High School

Chapter 15: Comments

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

Ian's just sitting there, a blank look on his face. "Ian? Are you alright?" I shake him a bit to shake him out of his thoughts. "Yeah, I-I just," The tears form in his eyes again. "No, no, no. Don't cry Ian," I wipe the tears away with my thumbs. "I just....I don't know how the hell you put up with me. It's always you comforting me. Almost never the other way around. I don't even know why the fuck you're dating me in the first place. Hav e you ever seen me? I just don't get it." "Ian..." "No...just...let me finish. Please. I'm rude and clumsy. So clumsy that I trip on thin air. I haven't done anything to help society. I'm just worthless. The worst part is that you're dating me. Now, don't get me wrong, I love you to death. But, you could do so much better. Someone without bowl hair, someone without a strange shaped head, someone who treats you better, someone who will give you more than I could ever give you. Because you deserve it and I know I'm not what you deserve, you deserve better than me. It's obvious you've always been the better half. Not to mention how ignorant I've been to all of this. And..." Ian stops there and the tears keep on coming. Wow...just...wow. Does he really think that way about himself? I know he use to hate himself but...I thought he got past that. "Ian-" "Don't try to spare my feelings. It will just make this worse," Ian snaps. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to snap....I'm just angry with myself," He apologizes."Ian. It's completely fine. Now, I should tell you my half of the story," I say.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

Ian nods, and listens closely. "Ian. Who put all those lies in your head? First of all, you're not rude...not rude what-so-ever. I've seen how nice  you've been to everyone, for a few years now. Your clumsiness is just one of your adorable traits...I never, ever will mind catching you if you do happen to trip. You've done a whole lot to help society actually. If it weren't for you, I would still be beating people up every day. You call that worthless? I love your bowl hair cut, I love how your body is shaped, you've treated me better than anyone I've ever known, you've given me everything I could have ever wanted. That's you. If anything you could do better than me. An ex-school bully. You're the better half Ian," Anthony kisses him once again. "But...that can't be true....you've never told me that before..," Ian says, looking down. "Because I thought you already knew....but I guess not. Now, if I know you, I know that you usually don't constantly hate yourself...so, tell me," Anthony lifts up Ian's head so they are looking into eachothers eyes. "Who's spoon feeding you these lies?" Anthony asks, the tears starting to well up in his eyes as well. "I...um...it was....well....this is going to sound stupid...but.....the comments." "The comments?" Anthony asks. Ian nods. "On YouTube........" 

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

"Ian you adorable little dork. They're just trying to make themselves feel better. Don't worry about them. You're fucking perfect and I think that every single day. Because you are. Don't let those comments get to you and if they do, I'm always here," I smile at him. "I love you so much, Anthony," Ian tells me, hugging me tightly once again. "I love you too,"  I smile to myself. After a while, we both pull away from the hug. Ian yawns cutely and stands up. I stand up as well. "We should probably go to bed," I say. Ian nods. I start walking towards our room and Ian walks behind me. But then, CRASH. I turn around as quickly as I can to see Ian falling. "Shit," He mumbles before I manage to catch Ian in my arms. "Gotcha," I grin. My reflexes have gotten faster, due to Ian being a clumsy dork who's adorable as hell. 

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

That's how I would describe Ian too, Anthony.

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

I pick Ian up so I'm carrying him "bridal style". But I guess in this situation it would be more like "groom style". But if I said that no one would get what the hell I was talking about. Anyways, back on topic. I carry him to the bed and sit him down on it. We both strip into our boxers due to it being so hot outside and we lay down on the bed, back to back. I roll over and slide one arm around his waist. "Goodnight blue-eyes." "Goodnight....love you." "Love you too."

(A/N) Hey guys! This is gonna sound kind of weird, but does anyone wanna roleplay Ianthony? I've just been getting a lot of writer's block lately so I'm thinking maybe doing a bit of roleplay will help :3 So, if you want to, just tell me either in the comments or private messaging. (BTW If you want to roleplay smut ianthony with me...that's fine, I don't mind. But you should know that I kind of suck at it :/)  By the way, I should tell you that you should hold on to this fluffiness while you can...something's about to happen...

What I wanted to call the chapter:  "CUTE LITTLE DORKS WHO ARE IN LOVE AND MOST LIKELY WILL FUCK AFTER THIS"