Anthony's' POV
I slouched back in my chair, doused in thought. 'I never thought I'd ever be the kind of guy to be a cheesy romantic, which was until I met him. It just feels like everything about him is perfect in its own way, no matter how much we both make fun of him. Every single detail that I notice I store away in a corner of my mind. I'm no poet or anything but when I see him it makes me feel like one.'
'I love his eyes, oh lord, those eyes. No matter what time of day, how he felt, or even of he was making the stupidest face, his eyes are always beautiful. When its a rainy day his eyes shine like the blue sky trying to come out. When the weather is crappy as ever, his eyes make me smile.'
'I love his smile, where do I even begin to describe it... Whether it's mischievous, bitter, or even filled with joy, I just want to jump up and hug him right then and there. Weird, right? The things he does to me..' I chuckled to myself
'I love his personality. His personality is like a combo that you'd get at KFC or something, it has everything.' I smiled at this. 'He's sensitive, he's nice, he's funny; not to mention he's probably frickin' amazing in bed, writhing and mewling beneath me- ' My face became red and I tried to shake the thought from my mind. Ian shot a strange look toward me. I looked down and continued my thoughts.
'I love everything and anything about him, there isn't anything to hate or dislike. I love his scruffy-ness, the way he dresses, the way he laughs,talks, walks-hell, the way he sings is cute! You can't tell me thats not weird.'
'Why does my best friend make me feel this way? Does he do this on purpose? Does he-' My head hurt from all the questions I kept asking with out answers. I sighed quietly, so he wouldn't notice my frustration. I felt so desperate that I would've picked up my phone and asked Siri.
Atleast until I had a sudden realization. I looked over at Ian, and somewhere deep inside of me, a voice said "You love him, dumbass." My eyes widened and I felt like I had just finished a book, and I finally understood why, yet it leaves me at the question, "Does he love me too?" 'Of course he doesn't... Why would he love his bestfriend?' I brushed off the terrible thought.
We locked eyes when he noticed I was staring at him for a while. I couldn't seem to look away, even though I wanted to.
'I love him, why? Because... How could I not?' I smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" Ian chuckled and questioned
"You." I responded with a laugh
He put on a fake pout "It's my bowl hair cut, isn't it!" he joked.
I laughed 'Yep, this is the loser I decided to fall in love with'