Chapter 1
Anthony's POV:
It was a hot day of June. I was in the recording studio with Ian, and we were recording our new Smosh song. I was really excited and focused on doing what I was supposed to. Unlike Ian. He was nervous, and his hands were shaking. I knew that something was wrong, and it has been for a while now. I saw him squeezing his hands together time after time when he was trying to do a little rap for the song. First, I thought it was just the rapping. Ian wasn't that rapper type of a person. He likes singing more, but this time he wanted to try something else. I let him try, but it seemed it didn't really work out.
When he failed the rapping part again, I saw in his blue eyes something I really was worry about. He looked straight at me with a desperate face. He removed the headphones, and he started walking towards the door. I looked at him behind the glass wall that separated the two rooms from each other. When he came to the room where I was, he sat down on a black couch, and put his head in his sweaty hands. His face was a little red colored, but it wasn't a surprise. He was trying so hard on that part. "Hey man… Umm.. I clearly can see there's something wrong.. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, trying not to be too pushy. "I.. I just can't rap, you know.." Ian said quietly, and stood up. "I think we are done for today.." he continued with a little fake smile on his perfectly shaped lips. I knew that wasn't his real smile. I've known him for so long to know that. "Yeah, I think we're done. It's not too late to get some pizza, so let's go! And when we arrive home, you are going to explain everything to me. Without lies, okay?" I said ruffling his light brown hair. By the way, Ian's haircut is the cutest haircut ever! I just sometimes like it too much, so I cover it up with all the bowl haircut jokes.
Ian nodded calmly, placed his hair back on the bowl-shape, and took my hand. I was surprised by the sudden touch of him. He has never held my hand… Our hands fitted perfectly together, and it made me shiver a little. I hope Ian didn't feel it, because that would be a bit embarrassing. We don't usually hold hands, so why now?
Ian's POV:
When I took Anthony's hand, I really didn't know what I was doing. My hands were all sweaty, and most of all, we don't usually do that. He might think it's a little bit gay or something. When we got to the elevator, that was just few steps away from the studio's door, I pulled my hand away. I felt really awkward, and I saw a little shade of pink appearing on my best friend's cheeks.
We got out of the building, and walked to my blue Subaru. I needed to wash it someday, it looked dirty as hell. I sat on the driver's side, and Anthony sat right next to me. I haven't said anything on our way to my car, neither did him. There was a bit of an awkward silence going on for a while, until I opened my mouth. "I'm sorry.. I.. I just" I stuttered. Anthony gave me a huge smile, and a little cute laugh. I loved when he laughed from the bottom of his heart. "You silly! You took my hand, and that's it. Friends do it all the time", he said tapping my head softly. I couldn't break his gaze, it was hypnotizing. His soft, warm brown eyes smiled shyly for me, I shook my head, and turned away. Anthony obviously wasn't mad for me about what I did, but I still felt I did something wrong. Maybe I should forget about this, and move on. I don't even get it - why am I worrying about such a stupid thing? If Anthony didn't want me to hold his hand, why didn't he pull his hand away from mine?
Hey guys!
The first chapter is now completed, yay! Sorry, if it was a short
chapter, but I hope you liked it! Feel free to give any suggestions
and feedback about the story, and comments are more than in my wishes!
See ya in the next chapter! :33
- Lotta Hecox
