Anthony drove home from a funeral, with Ian. It was Anthony's great granddad, he was special to him and Ian came just in case. It was silent through the car seats. Once in a while you could hear a sniffle from Anthony. Ian sat in the front next to him. He wore a granite colored tux as did the sniffling driver. He wouldn't look at him because he'd be embarrassed. After Ian was just impatient about Anthony's insecurity, he grabbed his hand that was lying on the car drawer, smoothly and calmly. He clutched it lovingly and gently. It was a gentle reminder that Ian's always there for him, at any time. The end? :D
3? :D Hope you guys felt a little something ;)- Smosh love FOREVER