Anthony might've been a little hard to work with sometimes. He gets crabby, like a girl, and Ian hates that side of him. Anthony will purposely disagree with Ian just to get on his nerve, and Anthony will purposely move things around, just to get on Ian's nerve, and Anthony will purposely order a small pizza of Ian's favorite toppings and not share, just to get on Ian's nerves. It was like dealing with a pmsing prima dona.
One day, during filming lunchtime with Smosh, Ian had enough. No one remembers what the stupid fighg was about, not even the narrator, myself, but the outcome was astonishing.
"How dare you call me the unevolvible magikarp!" "How dare you call me the female version of Ash!" Ian's face was red, eyes big, nose flared, and he's had enough. "That's it, missy!" "Hey, don't call-" and before Anthony could finish his sentence, his breath was taken away by Ian slamming him against the wall. Ian looked at him deeply, focused, and very well annoyed. "Anthony Pedilla." "Y-yes" Anthony was actuslly afraid of what Ian would say. He cowered , he shook like a puppy, what a wimp.
"What's been your problem recently! All you seem to want to do is piss me off, and it's working" Ian said, no longer in his silly voice, but in a deep, masculine voice that Anthony has never really heard. "Ian ..I" Ian put his finger over Anothy's lips to interrupt him. "No, let me finish. You've been picking on me like some little boy who picks on a girl"
Anthony swatted Ian's finger away from his mouth. "And why do little boys pick on little girls?" Ian thought about it for a while before shrugging "I don't know, I never picked on little girls!" Ian scratched his head a bit, still in close proximity to Anthony's body. "Yeah, it makes sense. You never picked on the girls." Anthony thought out loud on purpose. "Exuse me, and what's that supposed to mean?" "You never took intrest in girl, not even for a nano-second!" Ian thought for a minute, and was mentally agreeing, but it didn't matter, he so badly wanted to win an argument.
"So what? It's because I've been taking care of your butt since middle school." Anthony thought about it, and Ian was his protector a lot. Always at his rescue or his supporter when he's down. Anthony decided to be daring and risky with his next move. He put his hand on Ian's chest, feeling his heartbeat past the fabric of his tee, and looked into his eyes with gentleness. "Don't you think it's time for us to admit it to ourselves?"
Ian was confused, but also excited. Just a simple touch made his heart giggle and release the butterflies in his stomach. "Admit what?" Ian played dumb. What was in the back of his mind, and what was in his heart, he never wanted to come to terms with it. Anthony removed his hand, took a deep breath, and hugged Ian, wrapping his arms around his neck, and trying to regulate his breathing but he could never regulate his heartbeat.
"Ian...I really like you." Ian wrapped his arms around Anthony's waist, instinctively. He smiled to himself, knowing Anthony can't see it. "For a long time." Anthony said, weaker voice but tighter grip on Ian's heart and neck. "Ant, I.. don't know what to say." Ian pulled back to see Anthony face. Anthony was clearly upset by his reveal, tears in his eyes, ready to overflow.
Ian did what his heart said to do. He lifted his left arm and wiped away Anothy's tears. "Close your eyes." Ian whispered to him. Ant listened. Ian then closed the proximity between them permantely. He kissed him. Light, gently, and sweetly.
This was an embarking on a new life together, not just as Smosh, but as a couple.