The Apprehensive and The Optimistic

Chapter 1

:: AN :: Thank you for dropping by and giving my fanfiction a read! I really appreciate it, I've been working on this fanfiction for REALLY long time. It's a little obnoxious how long I've been working on it. But, I hope you enjoy, and if you can give it a chance I'll internet hug you! I promise they're nice and warm. I want to apologize for any mistakes, I edited to my best ability but im sure I miss this or that.

:: Disclaimer :: I do not own any of the YouTubers in this fan fiction. Nor do I own their channels and I am not affiliated with any of them. I am only a fan and I encourage you to subscribe to their channels.

:: Rating :: M

:: Warnings :: Slash, sexual situations..

:: Fandom :: Smosh.

:: Pairing :: eventual Ianthony, Iancorn, a few unmajor side parings.

:: Genre :: Romance, Friendship, Hurt/comfort

::Summary:: AU. Slash. Ianthony. Anthony was never good with people. Receiving a glance from a stranger would send him into a nervous, stuttering mess. So when a shy Anthony is introduced to an outgoing, talkative guy named Ian, his life is completely changed. Ian was easy to talk to, funny, and was one of the only people to accept him so easily. Will Anthony be able to do the same for him as their friendship deepens?

APIH

There's two types of teenagers; there's the partying, outgoing, popular teenagers. The ones that make that generation look bad, and are in the newspapers for DUIs, or drug busts. The teens who get pregnant and have sex, then make an ass out of everyone else who makes the same mistakes they did. Then there's the kids that are gamers, or internet fans. The kids who stay home, or have a small group pf friends and never migrate to the party scenes. They're the much quieter group, so waste their hours on COD multiplayer instead of wasting them flirting, and drinking. Anthony Padilla was the definition of a gamer/internet fan. He spent his hours with a DS, or Wii controller in his hands. If that wasn't the case he scrolling through YouTube, or forums, or just anything, enjoying the internet.

Anthony was so deep in this category that he forgot that sometimes people needed a friend to talk to. Anthony talked to one person, a party going guy named Trevor. They weren't friends, they were chemistry partners, but Trevor was the kind of guy that could convince you to buy his old gym shoes for fifty bucks. He knew what he was saying, and he knew people so well he could convince almost anyone of anything. So Trevor quickly had Anthony at his biding. Anthony wasn't good at socializing. He felt awkward when someone smiled at him, or accidentally bumped into him, he had trouble with interacting with people. He enjoyed being in his room with his thick walls, separated from the world. It would've stayed that way, if Trevor never met Anthony.

Trevor was quick to find Anthony's weakness and wanted to turn him into another him. So, Trevor invited him to parties. Anthony was quick to deny, coming up with half-hearted excuses. Soon, Trevor got aggravated and tricked Anthony. That's how Anthony started going to parties. First it was a trick, then Trevor pulled the guilt card. Anthony never enjoyed the parties like everyone else. He normally sat in the corner and kept his head down, or face buried in his phone. When people walked up to him, he was quick to excuse himself from the conversations. A guy would approach him, asking if he wanted to do a keg stand, or play a prank on some drunk douche bag, Anthony always pulled the same excuses.

"Man, I'm wasted enough, last thing I need to drink the whole keg."

"No way, Stacy's upstairs getting ready for me."

"Nah, I've embarrassed myself enough."

It either got them away quickly, or after a few moments. Girls were a little harder to get rid of. Especially the drunk ones that would throw themselves at him. Muttering about liking emo boys, or calling him hot. Sure, it was an ego boost, but there was no way Anthony could actually communicate with any of the girls that approached him. They were drunk, with more make up on than clothes, and Anthony actually found them disgusting.

So, he sat in the front room of a new house, which was empty. The room was small. It had to chairs and an end table between them, the front door to the house across from the seats. Anthony took quick notice that no one seemed to be leaving. He sighed and glared at his phone battery, it was becoming dangerously low. He began to wonder why he even showed up at these parties, he never had fun, and Trevor always disappeared. He heard the front door open and he glanced at the couple that walked in.

Anthony felt his eyes look up again and blink at the pair. It was a girl and a boy. Which wasn't strange. The girl looked like every other girl that walked through the doors. The typical party girl. Her hair at hung just above her shoulders. Her clothes tight against he body. She wore shorts and a tang-top, a light leather jacket over her shoulders. Despite the close approaching winter. She face was covered in make up, eyeliner surrounding her eyes, and her cheeks an unnatural shade of pink. Anthony frowned at her. It wasn't her he was interested in. It was the boy she was with.

He'd been at enough of these parties to know what the typical guy and girl looked like. And this kid was no where close to the guys he'd seen. He wore baggy jeans, which were faded. His shirt said, 'N7', which Anthony was quick to identify as Mass Effect. His hair was just ridiculous. Ash brown, and in the perfect bowl shaped. Anthony kind of wanted to say something cocky about it, but he had to admit it suited him. Not only did his attire say something, but Anthony had spent so much time watching people that he was good at reading them. The boys posture screamed that he was nervous. He was slouched and his eyes were wider than a normal persons. He kept touching his face and when he wasn't touching his face, they were stuffed deep in his pockets.

"Oh my God." The auburn haired girl grinned, "This party just sounds perfect! C'mon, Ian, lets go check it out."

The boy, Ian, frowned at her, "No!" He sounded offended, "You're finding Lizzie and we're leaving. I'm giving you fifteen minutes, then I'm leaving you here."

She scoffed, "Whatever. I'd have more fun here anyway." And she stormed off into the room of chaos and drunken idiots.

Ian looked at Anthony and smiled. Anthony felt himself close off and looked down at his phone. Ian moved to the other seat and sighed as he sat down, he leaned back, and stare into the other room. Then he looked at Anthony, "Why aren't you out there getting wasted and making an ass out of yourself like everyone else?"

Anthony's grip on his phone tightened by the slightest as he looked up at Ian, frowning, "Because I'm an idiot like everyone else here." He said lamely and looked back at his phone. Silently cursing his phone battery again.

"I'm not an idiot!" Ian defended and sat forward, "If you're not here to get drunk, or laid, or...whatever people do at these parties, then why are you here?"

Anthony let his bottom lip slid between his lips as he nibbled on it, "Ummm.." He looked at Ian, and shrugged, "My friend likes coming to these parties but he doesn't like showing up alone. So, he drags me along and ditches me a half hour into the party."

"Hmpt." Ian nodded thoughtfully and nodded, "I'm sorry about that man, maybe you should just say no." If only it were that easy. Anthony thought bitterly. Ian suddenly grinned, "I like your shirt by the way."

Anthony looked down at his own shirt, staring at the Zelda logo on his chest, he looked back at Ian and smiled some, "Thanks, man. I like yours too, I've never finished Mass Effect, though." He felt himself relax a little, "Did you ever beat a Zelda game?"

Ian hissed and itched his head, "Yeah, I beat Orcarina of Time, I think. A while ago." He smiled, "You should be disappointed in yourself for not beating Mass Effect, really, you depress me."

Anthony found himself laughing, "Well, I read the ending sucked, so I just wasn't interest in beating the game. I didn't want to disappoint myself after putting all that time into it."

Ian blinked at him, jaw dropping, "Dude, the ending wasn't even that bad, trust me! You have to beat it man, seriously!"

"Maybe I will." Anthony nodded and his phone beeped, Anthony looked down in enough time to see the screen flash and watch as his phone died, "Shit." He mumbled.

"You okay?" Ian asked, Leaning forward and stared at Anthony's blank screen, "Phone died?"

Anthony nodded, "That was my only way to get a hold of my ride. Who knows when Trevor will come find me. If he will."

Ian frowned, "Sorry, man. Hey, you don't go to the public school do you?"

"Nah," Anthony looked at Ian, "I don't. I go to the private school."

"Ew." Ian made a face, but Anthony noticed him actually deflate. He must have though I was a new student, Anthony frowned. He stuffed his phone in his pocket as Ian said, "I can't believe some stuffy guy from dicky private school is actually cool."

Anthony laughed and raised an eyebrow at Ian, "Me? Cool?" He brushed the hair from his eyes, "You don't know me man, I'm far from cool."

Ian chuckled, and Anthony felt his mood improve. Ian was good company, and he seemed like a cool kid. "Yeah, you're probably some lame loser."

Anthony scoffed, even though he could hear the teasing tone in Ian's voice and wasn't angry at him, "At least I don't have some stupid, Justin Beiber, bowl hair cut." He motioned to the accusing style.

Ian raised his hands to his head and pouted, "Hey, shut up, bitch! Justin stole my hair! And it's a lot better than some attention screaming emo flap. You look like a girl." He smiled and chuckled at his own joke.

Anthony rolled his eyes, "Okay-" He sat at the edge of his seat, "Let me let you in a secret. The ladies love the emo flap."

Ian fake gagged, "You can have the ladies. Even though I doubt you've ever touched one." He copied Anthony, sitting at the edge of his seat, "Now, let me explain to you a thing."

Anthony heard giggling and turned to see the girl Ian arrived with walk in, another girl following behind her, looking extremely unhappy. She smiled at Anthony, winking before turning her attention to Ian, "I found her!" She giggled.

Ian stood up, "Took you long enough." He smiled at Anthony, "It was cool talking to you, I'm Ian Hecox." Ian held out his hand, and Anthony took it, nodding.

"Anthony."

Ian turned and followed the girls out of the house, but stopped at the front door, he turned around, "Hey, Anthony, do you want a ride home?"

Anthony felt himself blush in embarrassment, "Oh, you don't..."

"...Have to do it?" Ian chuckled, "I want to give you ride. You don't wanna sit here all alone all night do you? C'mon let's go." He began to walk out of the house.

Anthony stood up and followed Ian, happily shutting the door behind him. He followed Ian and got into the front seat of his car. They drove to the girls house, their names were Trish and Lizzie. Trish was Ian's friend, Anthony thought. But they didn't act like friends. They gave each other cocky attitudes the whole ride to her house and when they arrived Trish stood outside the car, her sister long gone and leaned down glaring at Ian from the passengers window. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "All I'm asking is for you to drop me off at Alek's house tomorrow, that's it."

"And I already told you no." Ian glared at her, "I don't care what you want from me, I helped you out tonight so we're even, can I leave?"

"Ian! Come on I need one more favor, Jesus, I don't ask much!" She groaned, "What do think I'm going to do? Fuck him?!"

"Hmmmm," Ian rubbed his chin, "Uh, yeah, I think you are. And I'm not contributing to your sex addiction, so ask some other guy for a ride because you aren't getting one from me." He turned the keys and started up the car, "Goodnight, Trish."

"You're an asshole!" She yelled and stomped away.

Anthony felt awkward but he decided not to say anything.

APIH

Anthony yawned into his pillow the next morning. He possibly just had the best sleep ever, and since he didn't have work today that meant he didn't have to get up, and he could just lay here, doing nothing... Or he could get up, eat, and play video games the whole day. Anthony pushed the blankets away from him and hopped into the shower, then grabbed a pair a his favorite jeans, and random shirt from the clothes basket he always forgot to put in his dresser. He ran down the steps and glanced into the living room where his brother was sitting, mindlessly watching TV and eating a bag of chips.

Anthony leaned in the door way and stared at the Tv for a few minutes. "Love this episode." He said causing his brother to look up, "Where's mom, Matt?"

"Dunno." He said turning his attention back to the TV. Anthony shrugged and went into the kitchen, where he noticed a note hanging on the door of the fridge. 'Ran out. Something happened at work, not sure when I'll be back. I left money under the ash tray in the living room, so you can order a pizza. Love you both.' Anthony crumbled the note and tossed it into the trash opening the fridge. It was a usual occurrence, not that he really minded. When someone suddenly couldn't show up, or when something went wrong they always went to his mom. So she wasn't around all the time, but Anthony understood.

He grabbed a banana and peeled it before going back into the living room. "You doing anything today?" Anthony asked his brother, taking a bite of his fruit.

Matthew shrugged his shoulders, "Supposed to hang out with the gang, but who knows. No ones texted me."

"That sucks." Anthony commented as the doorbell rang, "Good timing, that's probably them now." He turned and walked the short distant to the door, "Hey, Matt's in the… Ian?" He blinked at the form of the bowl haired teen.

He was leaning against the door frame, smiling some. He waved, "Nice banana."

Anthony looked down at the fruit in his hand, he chuckled, "Thanks. What's up, dude?" He moved out of the way to let Ian into the house, shutting the door behind him.

Ian shrugged his shoulders and glanced around the house, "I would've called, but you never gave me your number," He stuck out his bottom lip in a pout and folded his arms over his chest.

Anthony smiled, then He took out his phone and handed it to Ian, "Give me yours." Ian gladly did so, and they exchanged numbers before trading back.

"Sooo." Ian said pocketing his phone, "You have any plans for today?"

Anthony shrugged, "Well.. No-"

Matt came out of the living room, and stared at the two, "Wooow, didn't know you had friends, Ant."

"Shut up!" Anthony hissed, cheeks warming in embarrassment.

His brother snickered, and headed towards the door. He waved a Ian, "See ya random dude."

"Bye." Ian sang as Anthony's brother left.

Anthony tugged at the collar of his shirt, "Don't believe anything he says. Ever."

Ian laughed and shook his head, smiling at Anthony, "Sure thing, Ant. So, do you wanna do something today?" He shoved his hands into his pockets. Anthony shrugged his shoulders, and chewed on his bottom lip. He wanted to say yes, but he didn't want to seem too desperate. He just felt really comfortable around Ian. Even if he only knew him for less than a day, he never talked to anyone so easily. Ian stared at him for a few minutes, shifted his weight on his other foot and rubbed the back of his neck, "I was, uh, wondering if you wanted to go up to the high school and check it out?"

Anthony stared at him, amused smile on his lips, "You want to hang out with me? At a school? On a Saturday?"

"Well…" Ian mumbled looking around, "You wanna do something else? I mean, you go to a shitty private school for douchbags and stuck up dicks, and my mom's got a date coming over so I can't hang out there."

The darker haired teen chuckled, "No.. No.. Touring the school is cool with me, I guess. I mean, I hate mine so how much more can I hate yours?"

"That's what I like to hear." Ian clapped him on the shoulder, smiling as he headed to the door.

APIH

AN ::

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