That Damn Babysitter -----The sequel Ianthony

Chapter 2

Ian's phone buzzed in his pocket, right in the middle of a conference. He blushed from the interruption and apologized to his colleagues, clicking the end call button.

A few moments later his phone rang again, making him jump in his seat and decline the call. "S-sorry!" He muttered shyly.

Not long after his phone rang for the third time and he stood up. "Sorry! I'll be right back I just have to take this call." He excused himself and scuttled out the room.

Ian pulled out his phone, tilting his head curiously.

Unknown number was shown on the screen but he accepted it.

"Hello?" He asked. "This is Ian Hecox Speaking."

"Hey." A voice sounded, oddly familiar. It was a happy sort of voice that could make anyone smile.

Ian frowned and paused. "Erm...who is this?" He asked, clearly confused.

"Ian." The voice said in amusement, a small chuckle mingling in his voice. It made Ian blush, just like Anthony's laugh did when they used to know each other.

"Y-yeah? Who are you!?"

"It's Anthony."

Ian yelped and fumbled with the phone in his hands, dropping it and looking around in embarrassment. He held it back up to his ear and went red. "H-hello." He mumbled.

Anthony laughed. "Ian. Still as flustered as ever I see. Is it because my voice turns you on?"

Ian could almost hear the smirk in Anthony's voice.

"U-ugh! No! Eww. You're still as pervy as ever." Ian said, shaking his head and shuffling from foot to foot. "W-why are you calling me?"

"Thought I might catch up with you. It's been a while hasn't it." Anthony grinned. "Miss me?"

"Y-ye-no. I mean kind of." Ian mumbled again, going pink. "You miss me?"

"Yeah I miss your ass."

"You mean you miss me? Like ghetto talk? Like 'yo ass' or did you mean my actual..a-ass." Ian said lamely, running to his office so none of his colleagues would hear his stupid coversation.

Anthony laughed once again and smirked. "Hopefully you can figure that out, Ian."

Ian blushed. He really missed the way his name sounded coming from Anthony. "R-right well...I really hope you meant me and not my ass, young man."

"Young man?" Anthony chuckled. "I'm not a kid any more, Ian. I'm in college. Treat me like a man. Besides... you know I'm a man! You've seen my dic-"

"Shhh!" Ian hissed, still blushing. "N-not appropriate!"

"Ha. You haven't changed. You're still so...so..."

"So what?" Ian asked nervously, scribbling on a piece of paper while he talked because he was nervous.

"So adorably nerdy." Anthony finished, his smirk widening.

"And you're really mean." Ian retorted, his cheeks glowing. "I am not a nerd."

"Well...half nerd. I did take your virginity after a-"

"Stop!" Ian wailed in embarrassment. "And stop laughing."

"Fine. I'm sorry. Look. I have this foot ball game this Saturday at my college."

Ian smiled, happy Anthony got into a college.

"And I would like you to come watch me. We can...catch up properly afterwards. What do you think?" Anthony suggested.

"Uh...s-sure!" Ian agreed, feeling nerves build up inside of him. Was meeting up with Anthony after all these years a good thing to do?