It seems like Smosh is drifting apart in the real world to some people, but I can give some hard evidence why they're not. I decided to write a fanfic about their "story". (THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL) Just to let you all know, this originally was meant to be an Ianthony fanfic (I DON'T TECHNICALLY SHIP THEM, I JUST WANTED TO MAKE A CUTE LITTLE STORY. I DON'T SHIP THEM BECAUSE IAN AND ANTHONY HATE IT) so if they seem like they love each other in a romantic way, sorry. Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE
Horrible News
Ian sat staring out the car window. Anthony, to the left, was driving him home. There was an accident on set so everyone had to pack up and go home early. Ian was still in his Link costume as was Anthony in his Mario costume.
Ian felt awkward. Him and Anthony had never been this silent when they were together. Ian thought of back when they were in school. They were inseparable. Everyone knew they were best friends; that's what they were known for... other than their hair, of course.
Ian sighed heavily, hoping Anthony would break the silence. When Anthony didn't, he sighed again.
"What?" Anthony finally asked.
"Why are you so quiet?" Ian asked in return. Anthony was silent for a few moments and then spoke again.
"I feel like we're drifting apart," Anthony said, a little quieter this time. Ian felt a hot shiver flash through his body. They were. Ian had noticed it when Anthony moved out to go live with his girlfriend Kalel, but didn't want to believe it at the time. Ian felt a grave sadness fall upon him, but ever so suddenly, he was angry. It was Anthony's fault this was happening. He betrayed him those two years ago when he finally moved out. He was angry at his best friend in the worst way.
"It's all your fault, you know! If you hadn't moved so far away from me, and then got engaged to that stupid girl this would have never happened! Okay, yeah. Congrats, or whatever. Yay. But you know what? You could've kept in touch and acted like you still cared! Do you know how much pain I've been in?" Ian lowered his voice on the last sentence. Anthony looked shocked, and the his face saddened.
"I know. I love Kalel, but I... I..." Anthony's eyes swelled up with tears. Ian lowered his head and rubbed his forehead with his forefinger and middle-finger.
"This is stupid, man," Ian said softly.
"I should have payed more attention to you instead of my girlfriend. You were my best friend. I met you back in sixth grade, for f*ck's sake! You should mean more to me. But..." Anthony couldn't finish.
"What? But?" Ian questioned.
Anthony's voice cracked, "... But you don't." Ian thought over this. 'I should care more about you, but you don't.' Did Ian hear him correctly? Should he ask him to repeat what he said?
"What?" Ian said, his voice a choked whisper.
"I don't care for you anymore." Anthony kept looking straight ahead. Ian's heart ripped in half. He started to choke and wheeze. No, not here, Ian thought. It was hard for him to breathe. Ian fell over, coughing.
"Ian?!" Anthony stopped the car abruptly. He dialed 9-1-1, because Ian didn't have his Asthma inhaler and they were far from his house.
"Hello? Yes, my..." Anthony suddenly realized that he did care for Ian, that Ian meant everything to him. Even though it sounded weird, he loved Ian. Not in a romance way, but in more of a friendship way. Ian was his rock. And his rock was crumbling beneath him this very second, "...best friend his having an Asthma attack; he doesn't have his inhaler, and this is the worst attack he's ever had around me." Anthony spoke so fast that he almost jumbled his words.
"Calm down sir. Where are you?" the woman on the other line said equally fast, but more enunciated.
"Hedge Avenue," Anthony answered.
"An ambulance is on it's way, sir." Anthony hung up and looked at his helpless friend. Anthony put his face in his hands.