Hey guys, it's been a long time since I've updated and I hope you had a great and happy new year so far. I don't know if you saw the video yet, but it is absolutely amazing. It's the "Draw My Life" of Anthony. It reflects their friendship so beautifully. But of course, it also shows how happy he is with his girlfriend. And I just wanted to remind everyone that this story is just fiction and that in no means, I want to change the relationships of Ian, Anthony, Kalel or Melanie. But let's get on with the story, shall we? :)

Chapter 14: In which Anthony gets punched in the face

As they had a video shoot planned for this morning they couldn't delay because of all the incidents of the last week, Anthony had set the alarm clock for half eight.

Grumpily, he took a shower noticing that the shampoo was empty. He wondered if he should try to use normal soap like Ian had for the "That Damn Shower" video, but remembered that Ian had nearly knocked out his teeth as he had slipped on the soapy floor.

So Anthony shouted as loud as he could for Ian, who was obviously still asleep. He heard a crash and then someone banging against the bathroom door:

"How does this sound? You fricking woke me up, mofo!"

"That was my plan, now go shopping and buy some shampoo, idiot."

Ian burped lazily in reply and five minutes later (in which Ian hopefully had dressed), their front door fell shut with a loud snap.

In the time Ian was out shopping Anthony stayed in the bath so he could immediately shower when Ian would return. He used a body lotion, cut his finger nails and brushed his teeth for at least three times before he heard the lovely sound of Ian's voice hollering like a sailor:

"Put on your clothes, I don't want to be scarred for life!"

As Anthony had confirmed he had a towel wrapped around his waist, Ian opened the door to the bathroom and threw a shampoo bottle at Anthony who ducked just in time so the bottle missed his head, but knocked over their toothbrushes instead.

"Thanks",

Anthony shouted, Ian turned around and stomped into his bedroom again, obviously attempting to go back to sleep.

"Ian- IAN!"

Anthony shouted.

"WHAT?"

Ian was pissed off already, the day in the hospital yesterday had surely strained him.

"The crew comes in about half an hour, get yourself ready and eat something."

"Yes, mom!"

Anthony rolled his eyes.

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As he left the bath, he obviously found Ian sprawled out on his bed, snoring softly, messy hair so ruffled it did not even have its usual bowl shape anymore.

Anthony smiled, he came closer.

He softly laid a hand on Ian's back and scooted his head down so it was directly next to Ian's face. He could even spot the nearly invisible freckles Ian only had in the summer.

He breathed in and shuffled even closer-

"GET UP, YOU LAZY MOTHAFUCKER!"

Ian jumped up knocking Anthony away and punching him painfully onto the nose.

"Ow, Firetruck, you bastard!"

Ian didn't look sorry at all and replied like the sassy sleepy head he was.

"Well, I didn't ask you to wake me up. And also, you wouldn't have needed to come so close to my fist, either."

Anthony groaned and held his nose.

"Just let us eat some breakfast now."

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Ian had told Anthony with a careful glint in his eyes that Melanie would visit around five-ish. Anthony had smiled and said Sure, no problem.He had also already thought about what he could do this evening to escape their house.

They were still filming, Anthony was looking at the little timer built into their microwave.

14:53

There was still time.

For what?

He had no idea.

Maybe for hoping everything would turn out in a good way until Melanie would arrive. Although he and Ian had made up and were acting as normal as they could with each other, Anthony still had the feeling that something, or better said, someone was standing between them.

He hoped that issue would solve itself when Melanie would go back to her family in Jersey.

He loved Melanie, he really did, she was sweet, funny, lovely to Ian, and in general, sometimes he wondered if she was a girl version of Ian. Which was sometimes amazing for those two, but sometimes seriously sucked, as they were both way too stubborn to admit any faults they had done or any other issues.

"Anthony",

Lee punched him against the arm,

"seriously, how are you making it possible that you are standing in the way of three people?"

And Anthony looked up and, indeed, saw three people waiting impatiently for him to move.

"Sorry, guys."

They carried on setting up microphones and props. Anthony continued looking for his script in which he had to note a little change Ian had just come up with. He laughed, when Brian, one of the camera crew told a joke, and thought that he probably was just overreacting like usual.

He really had to quit being a drama queen.

Well, Ian sure was one, himself, that's why he was used to bitch attacks from a tired, or grumpy, hung over or sick Ian that he would obviously return.

Ian walked past him:

"Hey, dude, can we just talk for a sec?"

"Sure."

"When Melanie comes… and she just texted me that she wants to visit the setting so maybe she'll arrive a little earlier, then, would you mind not mentioning anything about the whole gay thing? Please."

"Of course not, Ian, don't worry, I've totally got your back."

He smiled and patted Ian's shoulder.

Ian had never ever looked as relieved as he did at that very moment:

"Thanks, man. I also… deleted that video. I just…. I mean, I obviously know that it's everywhere on the Internet and that she is probably going to see it anyway… but, I hope that's all fine with you."

Ian was babbling as fast as he could.

"Seriously, it's fine."

Anthony felt well and really sick at the same time.

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So there it is :) I'm glad I can write some happier chapters now, I hate writing them being sad, I feel guilty if I do :D

Thanks for the amazing support, for unbelievable 75 Reviews, lots of Favourites and Followers. Thanks to every single person out there who just take the time to click onto my story. You are all incredible.

Love, Lucy