Title: I Knew When I First
never happened, I don’t own, yadda yadda, I only own Canadians.
Dark, hurt, and twisted; he was walking down the shady alley. He’d been through it all and now he was
looking for something, something to distract him from the evils of the world, someone to love him and
brighten his day. Then, he saw him. “That’s the one,” he thought.
It was a gorgeous night out when seventeen year old, Ian Hecox, was walking home from the party. He had thought that today he would really find someone that suited him. He dressed in up his best clothes and really tried his hardest but he just kept getting shot down by every girl he talked to. All Ian wanted was someone who would love him for his quirky self.
Ian was so deep in thought, pondering about his nonexistent love life, that he never heard the steady footsteps in front of him. He collided with something hard and the sheer impact had caused him to fall to the ground. “Oh gosh! I’m sorry, I should’ve been watching where I was going.” A man said, helping Ian from off the floor. Stepping into the light of the lamppost, the mysterious man held out his hand. “I’m Anthony, but you can call me Ant.” He said cheerfully. Ian was met with warm, chocolate brown eyes, straight dark hair, a dazzling smile and slightly rosy cheeks. Finally snapping out of his daze, he shook Anthony’s hand. “Uh.. I’m Ian.” He replied a little awkwardly, flushing with embarrassment. ‘What’s going on with me? I mean, this Anthony character a good looking guy, but I’m not gay. Am I? I haven’t exactly been with a man to know whether or not I was…’ Ian contemplated in his head. Anthony took a seat on the sidewalk. “Would you like to join me?” He asked, giving him a look that always captivated his prey, he knew what he was doing; no one could ever say no to him. He could manipulate people to do almost anything. “Uh sure, yeah, okay.” Ian stuttered. He sat down quickly so he wouldn’t make more of a fool of himself.
‘Now comes the crucial moment.’ Anthony thought, his sick little game would only work if this next step actually happened. He took a deep breath and then put on his cutest look. He pulled out a small silver flask from his pocket. “You want some?” He asked, looking up at Ian, silently praying he would say yes. All Ian could do was nod. Inwardly cheering and dancing, Anthony passed the flask to Ian. ‘It’s only a little liquor,’ Ian thought. He ended up downing the container in his haste and clumsy exterior. ‘Fish took the bait,’ Anthony thought gleefully as he watched Ian hastily down the bottle.
And suddenly, things started to become hazy and obscure. An almost sleepy feel consumed him. His eye sight became distorted, magenta and purple misting around the corners of his vision. His hearing became muffled and he somehow managed to let words, slurred and indistinct to his own ears, drip out of his mouth like molasses. “What was in that flask, Anthony?” Ian said slowly, taking time to pronunciate every single word. “Oh you know, a little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Anthony said, perfectly blasé. Ian sluggishly leaned into Anthony, seeing more hues of purple and navy fog clog his vision. As he leaned in he could smell the particularly strong aroma of cinnamon on Anthony’s body. He wanted to remember that smell. The last words he heard were sweet nothings of “I’ll take care of
you’s” from Anthony before everything went black.
OOOH, A CLIFFY; SHALL BE CONTINUED.
Disclaimer: This never happened, and I hope to God it never will.
“Ian, do you love me?” Anthony asked, wide eyes filled with worry. “Of course I do! I would do anything for you; you are my life, forever.” Ian answered, staring straight into Anthony’s eyes. Anthony flashed the most beautiful smile at Ian, grabbing his hand and leading him to their couch to cuddle.
Ian was so excited. He had just finished buying everything so he could make today perfect. Candles, chocolates, the new Sleeping With Sirens CD Anthony wanted so much, and a few other things. Humming quietly, he stepped out of his car. After greeting wheelchair and cursing barbershop pole, he finally sauntered into the house, calling out Anthony’s name. “Ant! Where are you, dude!” Ian yelled checking all the rooms downstairs. “I’m up here.” A muffled voice called out from Anthony’s room. Excited to see Anthony, Ian bounced up the stairs and into his room. Steely, blue eyes watched the scene that unfolded in front of them. Anthony was standing in the middle of his room, pictures, fan letters, everything that was of any significance to him were strewn all across the floor around him. In his hands, a gun held right at his head. Ian didn’t know if this was just a bad dream or if this was actually happening.
“Anthony! What are you doing!?” Ian shouted. His breathing grew heavier; his body was shaking with fear. “I can’t do this anymore, Ian. I can’t confine myself here in this messed up, twisted world anymore. It will all be over soon, I’ll be free.” Anthony whispered, his gaze growing distant, as if he were in a faraway place. “Ant, Anthony, you can’t do this to me. What about us? I thought you said you loved me!” Ian screamed, cracked, broken sobs racking through his body. “I do, Ian, I do. That’s why you’re coming with me.” Anthony said softly, stroking Ian’s hair gently. Shaking violently, Ian looked up at his boyfriend, still sobbing, in complete and utter fear. “W-what?” He said, still praying this was all just a nightmare and that he would wake up soon. “Didn’t you say you loved me too? Didn’t you say you would be with me forever? I know your scared baby but we can make it through this. We can truthfully always be together forever.” Anthony cooed into Ian’s ear.
“Okay, Ant..” Ian finally said. Ian walked into the middle of the room with Anthony and took a deep breath. Anthony lowered the gun to the side of Ian’s head with steady hands, “I love you, Ian.” He murmured, kissing Ian for the last time. “I love you too, Ant.” Ian whispered just as Anthony pulled the trigger. Ian fell in a beautiful, crumpled heap. “Don’t worry, Ian, right behind you. We’ll be together soon.” Anthony whispered placing the gun in his mouth and releasing the trigger for the last time.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, this never happened -_-"
Ice Cream Forgotten.
Ian glared at Anthony with full hatred. “How dare he.” Ian thought, still looking fiercely at Anthony. The other man sat on the couch, completely involved with a movie Ian couldn’t even remember the name of. “Oh my god, he’s so frigging doing this on purpose.” Ian whined in his head. ‘You’re just mad that that isn’t you,’ his conscience annoyingly nagged. Anthony made a huge slurp, licking at his vanilla ice cream with such vigor Ian had to cross his legs and tear his eyes away before his “little problem” got worse. “Damn him,” he muttered under his breath.
The thing was Anthony couldn’t have known what he was doing to Ian, especially since Ian wasn’t planning to tell his best friend he was in love with him. Ian would never jeopardize their friendship with his silly crushes. But Anthony just looked so good right now. His hair was longer than usual, straight as needles and spiked towards the ends. His huge, chocolate brown eyes looked so innocent and almost puppy-like as they watched the television screen completely engrossed in what was playing. A pink tongue darted out passed his lips, giving his vanilla ice cream a long lick. Ian knew that if he watched him lick that ice cream any longer he was going to have to go to the bathroom and deal with his now even bigger problem in his jeans.
Icy blue eyes stared in envy of the ice cream, when suddenly Ian had an idea. This was the most daring, terrifying thing he had ever thought of, but even so an evil little smirk played up on his lips and his eyes shone with mischief. He was putting a lot on the line by trying this but he couldn’t help himself, Anthony had pushed him to the edge and he just couldn’t take it anymore. So with no warning whatsoever, he clicked the off button on the remote and braced himself for the explosion. “Dude! What the hell, man!? I was watching that!” Anthony yells with a distressed look in his features that clearly said: Am I ever going to finish watching the last Lord Of The Rings?! He turned to Ian and didn’t even get to say another word before he felt a hard, heavy body pressed against his, knocking the breath out of him and sending him straight onto the floor. “Ian, what are you doing?” Anthony screeched, his voice filled with uncertainty. “Shut up.” Ian ordered, taking Anthony completely by surprise. He had never seen Ian act this way, he decided it was kind of hot. Wait what?! “This is Ian we are talking about. My best friend,” Anthony thought.
Anthony looked up at Ian with a look of utter confusion that was so undeniably cute. Ian slowly leaned down, he didn’t exactly know what he was doing but he knew that it was now or never. Anthony’s heart started beating as fast as wild horses could run as Ian leaned in. “Why the hell do I have butterflies right now?” Anthony screamed in his head. This was wrong. Whatever this is, it was wrong. But as Ian drew closer and closer and Anthony started to smell his musky, peppermint scent and notice the little flecks of green in his icy blue eyes, his brain clicked off. As the tip of Ian’s nose was touched Anthony’s, Ian was breathless.
He was panting from just being this close to Anthony. Well… he’s not running, is he? His conscience said, always obnoxious. Just then Ian’s “little problem” became apparent to Anthony. Just thinking about how he did that to Ian left Anthony blushing a delicious shade of red. When the red color had stained his cheeks Ian decided he had never seen a more beautiful sight. “Ian…,” Anthony whispered quietly. “What is it Anthony?” Ian replied to him with genuine curiosity flickering through his face. “Can you just kiss me already?” Anthony asked quietly, blushing even more than before. A little smile worked its way onto Ian’s lips. “Ant…,” He murmured. Stroking his cheek, Ian closed the gap between their lips.
Somewhere in the house lay a vanilla ice cream cone, melting on the floor, forgotten.