Anthony's POV

I watched Ian as he tried to draw Mario.

'Stupid massive nose...stupid letter M!' He said angrily as he scrunched up the paper and threw it into the bin near by.

'Why don't you draw something else?'

'I don't want to draw something else, I'll draw something else once I've finished drawing this fat bastard.' He started to draw him again

'How many times have you drawn him now?'

'Has gotta be over fifty times...'

'Face it, you can't draw him. As I said a few minutes ago, draw something else.'

He let out a frustrated sigh, 'Fine, what should I draw?'

'Draw...me.'

'Come on dude, I can't draw Mario, what makes you think I can draw you?'

'I don't know...sometimes people aren't good at drawing one thing, but can draw another thing amazingly. Some people can't draw cartoons but can draw people.'

'And? You still haven't answered my question properly.'

'I'm just saying, maybe you can draw people...'

'...I'll give it a go, but you'll end up looking like a saggy boob.'

I chuckled, 'Okay.'

'Okay. Sit down on the couch over there,' he said pointing at the couch

'I know where the couch is.' I mumbled going over to it. I went to sit down but he stopped me.

'Wait!'

'What?

'Take off your clothes first.'

'What?!'

'It's ok, I'm a professional.'

'No you're not! Why do you want me to get naked?!'

'You know I like Titanic, I like to renact scenes from that film, why are you so mad? You usually do the scenes with me.'

'I do the normal scenes! There is no way I'm getting naked.' I crossed my arms

'How will I know if I can draw people if you won't do this for me?'

'Why can't you just draw my face?!'

'I want to practice body parts too.'

'I...fine! But we will never speak about this!'

'Okay.'

'..Pretend I'm someone else!'

'Okay. Jeez.'

I slowly took off my shirt, he was looking at me. 'Look away!'

'Fine, even though I will see all of your stuff soon anyway.' He looked away

Why am I doing this? He can't draw at all!

I slowly pulled down my pants and closed my eyes 'Can't believe I'm doing this.' I mumbled

'Come on, I don't have all day.'

I pulled down my boxers and sat on the couch, 'Okay, ready.'

He looked at me 'Lie down then.'

'...Okay...' I slowly lay down 'Draw me like one of your French guys...'

He chuckled 'Close your eyes.'

I went silent and slowly closed my eyes

I could hear the pencil scratching against the paper, ..don't know why I'm doing this... the sound suddenly stopped and I could sense him walking over to me

Ian's POV

I sat on the edge of the couch and placed my hand on his chest.

'What are you doing?' He opened his eyes

I put my finger on his lips 'Shhh...'

He went silent

'Anthony...' I smiled and moved in closer

'...Ian...'

'...hm?'

'Get the hell off me!' He jumped up and ran over to the door

'..Um...' Well this is embarrassing...

He opened the door 'I'm moving to the UK and I'm going to live with Dan and Phil for a while!'

'Anthony, wait!' I jumped up and went over to him

'No! I'll send for my things!' He ran out and closed the door behind him

'...Nice dick.' I said to myself

A/N: OH MY GOD! Ok, ok, ok, that writing was baaaad. This is a joke story so it was supposed to be silly in the end...I'm laughing. I'm sorry! This was gonna be normal and they were gonna end up kissing but I was like "First smosh fanfic...lets make it funny!" It was funny to me anyway. What did you guys think? XD Wait...what's that sound...AHHHHHH! *runs into my cave*