I-A-H and ADP Chapter 2
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Ian was a bit confused on how everything turned out. One day they were awkward collab artists just trying to fit in with each other, and the next they were Skyping each other at night, chatting about random shit that happened in their normal, non-tumblr filled, lives.
The project had gone well, every fan was exited when they announced that their favorite bloggers had decided to do a collab, going through their tags, everyone was freaking out, having posts like, OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG ICANT THIS IS TOO MUCH.
And the most awkward post that Ian had feasted his eyes on.
Ian+Anthony= IANTHONY
Are we even allowed to ship people from the fandom? #ianthony #ishipitlikefedex
Ian shook his head. There were nearly 800 notes.
As much as the writer loved shipping characters, he finally knew what it was like having people 'ship' real life couples. And RPF was a genre Ian pledged to never write on again after a realization on the subject's hurt and offensiveness levels.
One night, Ian was lying in his room, writing on a new one-shot he promised his followers that it would be up the next day, but when Ian checked the word count meter, he realized that he only wrote neatly 700 words.
"Crap," muttered Ian, running a hand through his hair and ruffling it back to place again. One of his earphones pulled out of his ear and stopped the rock music from filling his eardrums.
He rubbed his eyes and checked his bedside clock.
It was only 09:23. Shit.
As he started to type in more characters for his story, a little tune started playing and a pop-up blue window showed on his screen.
ADangerPadilla: Hey Ian, what's up?
Ian smiled, 7 minutes earlier than expected. He opened his Skype window and started typing back. Anthony was the only one who he could count on when he was writing something, telling him via message that Ian could finish it even though it was nearly stressing him to the point where he could feel his hair pull from his head.
IanHecox: Wow, that was 7 mins earlier than expected.
ADangerPadilla: Keep your sassiness to yourself Ian, i'm bored.
Ian scoffed.
IanHecox: That's what you always say
ADangerPadilla: And how did you know that it was going to be 7 mins earlier
IanHecox: Well, if you look at the past convos we had, you would see that you call or message me at exactly 9:30
ADangerPadilla: Stalker Alert! O.O
Ian smirked, cursor abandoning the message box to hover over the green call button. Just as when he was about to click it, his mind raced with a thought, The last time I called Anthony was when we first met, should I even call him now?
Ian's thoughts were cut off when he heard another tone echo through his ears. A black window overlapped the bright blue-white Skype program.
Incoming Call: ADangerPadilla
Answer/Decline
Ian didn't hesitate, he clicked on the green button, pressing his fallen earbud into his ear to listen to his collab partner's words.
On the screen, Ian could see, was Anthony's bedroom, oddly without the presence of the man himself. He heard the rustling of some papers and the quick mutter of 'Damnit,' on the other line. Ian took this time to place his laptop on the bed and straighten himself up when he'd see Anthony again.
"Um," started Ian, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hi?"
Anthony suddenly appeared on the screen, startling Ian and reeling him back a few inches. "Oh, hey Ian. Wait for just a sec, I'm putting some things out of the way…"
"Oh, that's fine." Ian uttered.
After a few minutes of grunting on the other line, Ian finally took in his partner's appearance. Anthony was wearing some glasses and a green shirt that had the words ' Twelve Gauge Valentine ' written on it.
"So, what's up?" Ian asked after staring at Anthony.
"Just wanted to see how my best friend was doing," smiled Anthony, wiggling his eyebrows at his webcam.
Ian's eyebrows shot up a bit, but he pushed them down and furrowed them with a smirk. "Best friend, huh?"
Anthony flushed at that, he hadn't meant to slip that out. "Uh, no, I just- uh."
Ian chuckled at him, "I didn't mean it that way Ant," Anthony's babbling stopped. "We've been friends for months now, of course you're my best."
Now it was Anthony's turn to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah, I agree on that too."
"So, BFFs?" asked Ian cheekily.
Anthony smiled and gave a thumbs up. "Yeah,"
Ian never wanted to jump into a computer screen and hug someone much as he wanted to right there.
"So," continued Anthony. "What about a secret collab, huh?"
~~~ End Chapter 2
