First Ianthony story! Awesomeness! Just kidding, this is just a one-shot. I felt like letting out all the mixed emotions I've been having for this pairing... Curse writers who create/write good fanfic's of Ianthony! Now it's my turn to write out a decent story between these two. I honestly have no idea if it makes sense or not, but I'm going to give it the old college try! Remember, I said 'try'... *Edited* I changed the original title Agree to Something, to There's No You and I. Sorry if you read part one (chapter one) already! But chapter two (the final chapter) is available now! So yaay!

Disclaimer: I do not own Smosh, Ian, or Anthony. If I did, I would have made them ****...

Warning: Slash ahead, if you no like, why you here? Go away, shoo with you! Awkward writing to watch out for?...

Ian stared at the ceiling peacefully in his room, hoping that tonight, he can finally rest safe. His room was enveloped between light and shadows, battling to keep the room dim or vivid. In a few moments, Ian's eyes fluttered shut and he went off to dreamland, escaping reality just for awhile.

There in his head, he was dreaming of something that couldn't happen in the real world.

"Stop, please, I don't think I could hold back any longer!" Ian pleaded Anthony to stop his teasing. Anthony didn't stop his lips from assaulting Ian's neck, the moment was just too good for him. Either way, the emo hair was going to get what he wants.

Ian was in Anthony's room, stuck being defenseless to the other man's charms. It wasn't like Ian didn't like it, he just wish he knew if everything was a game, or something more... Ian was hopeless at thinking over it. Anthony didn't seem to notice his partner's troubled expression and continued harassing Ian with kisses and soft breathing over Ian's soft, delicate skin.

"D-Don't you think I should go back to my ro-room... And rest tonight?" Ian weakly requested, his body shuddered out of pleasure. Sooner or later, Ian's going to lose all his self-control and just end up getting fucked by his best friend once more.

"What do you mean 'resting'? This is resting already-"

"No, it's not!" Ian interrupted Anthony's words. Tears flew out of Ian's eyes, there was something that finally snapped inside of him; like the vase that bottled his emotions finally cracked and shattered.

"This isn't real, you're not Anthony, this isn't reality. This isn't the reality I want... It's a dream I wish was my reality..." Ian's words made everything fade away. The room's wallpaper fell apart, the floor began to fall, Anthony happily smiled at Ian as he started fading to sand.

Ian was still able to hear Anthony's sweet words touching his ears, beckoning him to fade into the oblivion.

"It's good to dream, y'know? You love the real Anthony, even though he's impossible to reach for you. Instead, you can have me, your personal Anthony that can love you unlike the real one, but you reject it."

Ian only retorted a few words, "I can't sleep forever, I gotta wake up and face reality." However, he wanted to say more back to the fading Anthony, but it was all he could say for the moment. He was about to wake up any second now.

Immediately, Ian shot up from his bed and gasped for air, almost like he hasn't breathed for his entire life! His cheeks were left damp and he already knew he was crying, but that wasn't the throbbing pain he was feeling. It was hidden somewhere in his chest, stabbing him internally, causing him the most excruciating pain he's ever felt.

The room was still the same as it was before- unharmed, untouched. Yet, the brunet feels like a brick house was placed on his head. It may be the same old room, but Ian was starting to despise it. There was something missing in his room, something that should be there, but he doesn't know what it is. The pain eating him alive, the brunet got out of his bed and went to the kitchen, in hopes of finding something in the fridge to calm his body.

"Why do I keep dreaming of him?" Ian muttered as he grabbed a glass cup and poured himself some milk.

"Who do you keep dreaming of, Ian?" Anthony calmly asked, scaring the crap out of Ian.

"Wh-what are you doin' here?"

"Grabbing a snack before bed, nothing else. You seem jumpy, something wrong?" The emo hair said as he opened the fridge and grabbed a green apple.

Desperate to say something, the air was starting to suffocate Ian, he chugged his milk and gave his best friend a goodbye gesture and left the kitchen. His heart pounding hard, he knew it was wrong to do such an action, but he had a moment of weakness and stupidity that overwhelmed him. Ian was over-thinking things, he knew he didn't have to explain himself to Anthony why he was like that, it wasn't like the other man was going to care.

Then again, he still thinks Anthony deserves an explanation, but the fear already claimed his thoughts. There was no way he was going to do it. Not now, nor in the future. But that type of action would make Ian sound cruel and heartless to Anthony, when it's nothing like that at all. The thoughts Ian was contemplating over became messy and the entropy grew larger.

Endure. Endure. Endure! That was all Ian was left to think about. He went back to his room and slipped into bed; bland-colored blankets covering his whole body, his heart still burning hot, mind gone. The world was starting to lose its color and then everything disappeared. Ian ran away from reality to embrace fantasy once more. It was okay this time. He needed time to isolate himself from the cold, loving, real world.

At least Ian was finally able to agree to something...

How was that? Awesome, huh!? Hahaha... No... Review if you want, but I'm not forcing anyone. If you actually like whatever I had for this pairing, then thank you for reading!