Ian's Point of View
After refreshing page after page of request of us doing if fanfics are real. I sigh, probably knowing we'd have to get it done soon or stuff like this will and not stop being requested for.
"ANTHONY," I scream for the other half of Smosh.
"What?" he walks in sitting down next to me.
"Look at were doing for the next video," he squints his eyes at the screen. He stares at it in utter disgust.
"I'll start on the script, just keep editing," I go back to editing for our second channel lunch time video. Geez we're far behind on those and we should possibly make another mail time, we're far behind on everything on every single one of our channels.
About an hour or so later I finish the lunchtime and upload. I get up and go check on Anthony. I get to his room and he's curled up in a ball, with his laptop next to him. Adorable, the fan fictions must be really getting to my head. I must not think of my best friend like that, besides he's straighter than a ruler.
I glance over at the screen to see what he's typed up so far. The word kiss catches my attention, we have to kiss for the finale scene. I save the page and log out. I lift his legs up and set them under the blankets and pull the sheets up.
I was almost tempted to kiss his forehead, but wouldn't that be a little to gay. I shake my head, maybe a hot shower will clear my head of these thoughts.
I step into the hot water and I dream about Anthony's naked body. Clearly the shower didn't help me not think of Anthony. I finally just accept that I'm gay for my best friend and I'm surely not going to tell him that.
I hear Anthony mumbling something in his sleep that I could not quite catch, but along the lines I heard Ian. Was he dreaming about me? I sit in his room editing the script and adding in some of my own ideas, leaving in the kissing scene.
I didn't realize it was morning time till Anthony's alarm goes off.
He glances at me. "Ian, what the hell are you doing in my room?"
I didn't know what to say for a moment because his morning voice is sexy as fuck. "Editing the script," and that was what I'm doing.
"Okay, sounds legit," he shrugs his shoulders. "Do you want me to make you breakfast?"
"Sure," why is he making me breakfast, I mean he never offers to make me anything.
He quickly scurries down to the kitchen. I chuckle because in the process he slips and falls in the door jam. What a dork and my little fun is over, back to the real shit.
Anthony's Point of View
I rush out the door, falling along the way. I hear Ian chuckling a little. Last night I had the weirdest dream about me and Ian, we were in a relationship. I didn't want the dream to end.
I offered to make Ian breakfast this morning. I normally wouldn't do that, but today I feel a little funny and compiled to do so. I made him the classic milk and cereal.
I brought it up to Ian he blushed and thanked me for the cereal. I left him to edit because last time I interrupted him editing he got all pissy at me. I wonder what he's keeping on there. I hope he left the kissing scene in there- wait what? Why would I think something like that about my best friend.
"ANTHONY," Ian screams out for me. I walk up to my room, actually why is he in my room still? Any who I walk into my room, Ian was laying on his tummy hunched over the computer.
