When Ian left the room and looked down the corridor, a shadow backed off quickly. He hesitated but the house was empty for sure. He rushed to turn on any clostst light and prepared to sleep. Ah, sweet "bachelor" night! no one telling him not to put socks and pants in the middle of the floor!
He dropped all the clothes and slipped under the cover. Ahhh, sweet sweet free time. Vacations from Smosh at last... But not for that long. Smosh was a part of him, a part of his brain and soul. They lived as symbiotic-mental beings. Pretty beneficially.
He was about to close his eyes when a quiet sound brought him back. A sigh...?
He moved and sat up. Turned on the small lamp. Sigh again?
"What the hell?" He said to himself.
"It's me Ian."
Ian's stomach shrinked and he started panting immediatelly. Who was there, in the middle of the night?
"Calm down... It's me you idiot!" Said familiar voice. A dark shape came closer to panicked Ian. It was his best friend... Wearing a hood.
"What the hell?!" Exclaimed Ian, not very pleased to be invaded, even by his bestest friend. He questioned Anthony with his big, blue eyes.
"I'm sorry... I just felt so lonley..." Shrugged Anthony. He nodded his head.
"What? but we've seen each other yesterday!"
"I'm sorry... I just... neede a friend." Said Anthony quietly and sat on the bed.
"I understand." Replied Ian and was angry no more.