Chapter 2
Ian's POV:
We finally arrived home from the pizza place. It was almost 10:45 pm when I looked at the simple clock, hanging on my living room's wall. Anthony came right behind me, carrying the still warm pizza box. "I still need to do one thing quickly", Anthony said with his regular voice. "Yes, sure, but don't take too long, or the pizza will be cold!" I said like I was his mother. He smiled, gave the box to me and walked to his room. He didn't shut the door, so maybe he was texting to someone. When he left, I took a slice of our pepperoni-pizza, and started thinking about what happened today. Anthony would definitely interrogate me. That was sure.
I think when Melanie broke up with me, I started to avoid girls for some reason. Anthony has tried to find a girlfriend for me, but that's not how it should go. I should be independent, and do it myself. But sometimes I'm just too pussy to do that… Sometimes talking to girls is like going to another dimension for me. I forget how to form words, because I'm amazed what I'm seeing with my eyes. It's not fair, that Anthony is so good with girls, and he isn't even trying to be! That's mostly what happened with Melanie. I just couldn't treat her right. I wasn't able to give her more of my time, because of Smosh. "How stupid am I", I said quietly, but just loud enough for Anthony to hear. He stood behind me, looking at me very questionably. "What was that?" he said, with a grin on his face. "Uh, forget about it. It was nothing", I said, trying to smile a little. "I just forgot my lyrics to the recording studio, that's it", I continued. I bet Anthony could see that I lied. "Okay, if you are sure", he said, walking to the opposite side of the table, and sitting down. He also took a slice of pizza, and took a bite of it. Couple seconds later, he was acting to have a foodgasm, and I laughed at him. "After years of doing that, you are not cheesed off of it!" I barely could say from between my laughter. Anthony totally knew how to make me smile. I think that's part of why he's my best friend, and will always be.
Anthony's POV:
When we were done with the pizza, I thought it was the time for Ian to tell me what was going on. I wanted to help my best friend, when it seemed he was in a trouble of some kind. "Ian, I want you to tell me what's wrong? You seemed so weird today at the recording studio. You weren't you. And I know exactly who you are, man! I want to help you, because I don't want you to get depressed or anything. So.. Would it be possible for you to tell me what's going on?" I said slowly. I was really worried about Ian. "I don't know, Ant… Sometimes it just feels like I'm an outsider when Melanie left me. And you have Kalel, and your channel with her. Sometimes I just want someone near me, someone who understands", he said, trying to hold tears. "But I'm here with you, and I always will", I said calmly. I didn't want to give a wrong image. "You don't understand. I want a girl, who could actually love me because of who I am, not because of my fame", Ian said. He couldn't hold the tears any longer. They fell from his beautiful eyes, down his a bit blushed cheeks, and finally ending their journey dropping on his gray t-shirt he was wearing. "Don't cry man! Everything is going to be alright. I promise", I said, trying to calm him down. I went sitting on his sort of beige couch, and tapped the other seat next to me. Ian understood, and came to sit there. I putted my left arm around him, and hugged him. He let his head fall on my shoulder, and he cried a little more. "Shh...", I said, "I got you." "Thanks, Anthony. You just made my day a little better", Ian whispered. I didn't say anything. No words were needed.
After couple minutes just sitting there Ian was getting really tired. He rubbed his eyes, and yawned widely. "I think I should go to sleep", he said giving me a little, cute smile. I shivered a little, he was so perfect! "Yeah, you should. Tomorrow we need to film the new Ian is Bored, so prepare yourself! You always look kinda tired in those", I smiled, giving Ian one more hug. He felt good in my arms. He was couple inches shorter than me, so he felt like he was a girl. Ian was also really thin, so it made the vision even more clear. "Good night", Ian said softly. "Good night", I answered, ending the best moment of my life.
So that's it, chapter 2!
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