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January 27th, 2012

Writer's Block: ONTD Games Giveaway @ 03:29 pm

Link from The Legend of Zelda. ^-^
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January 9th, 2012

Lol, this is so old. @ 05:21 pm

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I was looking through the stuff on my computer and I found this comic that I did of Smosh's "Spiderman, Spiderman." video. :D It's old,  I made it like.. maybe a year ago? xD


Lol. So. Yeah. :D


January 2nd, 2012

January Monthly Challenge: Beginnings/Endings @ 12:47 am

Current Mood: energetic energetic

Okay, so the theme is "Beginnings/Endings", and I decided to do both! :D
So, I made a collage sort of thing, the first picture being the beginning episode of Smosh starting in 2005, and the last one being one of the ending episodes in 2011. I guess it doesn't really count because it's not exactly the ending episodes, because they're obviously making more. But it works, I guess. :P
I guess I could explain this collage a little more. You see, it's not just showing the beginning and ending episodes of Smosh, but actually showing the beginning through the ending (ugh, not really the ending, but the present time) of Ian and Anthony's friendship and how it was growing. :D


Okay, so it might be a little confusing, but I put arrows! :3 It starts at the bottom, then goes to the left, then right, then left, etc. 

Tell me what you think! :D

(Oh.. And I just realized the last two photos were from the same video.. so sorry D:)


December 30th, 2011

December Monthly Challenge @ 07:42 pm

Current Mood: aggravated aggravated

Rating: PG (Contains like one or two swear words)
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. None of these things never happened. I also do not own Smosh.

Ian was laying on the couch watching the vapid man on the television, trying to decide what to do for Christmas, as he had just gotten out of high school for Christmas break. He didn't know what to do. He really didn't have any friends, and his boyfriend Anthony was on vacation with his parents. He got off of the aged couch and looked out the window to find the flurry of blissful snow. Ian liked the sight of it, it reminded him of elegance.
He was bored out of his mind. All he wanted to do was be with Anthony, spend time in his loving arms and cuddle with him in front of the warm fire, no matter how cliche or stereotypical it was. They had originally planned on hanging out over the break, but that was before Anthony's parents made plans to go to Canada. Why fucking Canada? Ian thought to himself. Couldn't they have a vacation at their own house?
They were both devastated that they couldn't spend time with his lover.

"Hey, Ian, why don't you help me put up decorations?" Ian's mother suggested, walking into the room with an assortment of different Christmas ornaments and trinkets.

"Sure, Mom," he replied, popping up from the frozen window to grab the many decorations.

Ian started winding the stairs with artificial ivy and beautiful crimson bows when his mom started talking. "So, Ian, How are things with you and Anthony?" Ian's face grew bright red, still not comfortable with talking about his boyfriend with his mother, afraid that she still doesn't accept the fact that he's gay and has been for some time.

"Uh, well.. we're doing great. I sort of wish he was here and not in Canada, though."

"Oh, I know, sweetie. But I'm sure he's having a lot of fun there."

"Yeah, I guess," Ian mumbled. He doesn't really like the idea of Anthony having fun without him.

"Maybe you could call him later, see how he's doing." Ian's face lit up. He really hadn't thought of that, and he felt really idiotic for it.

"Yeah! Thanks, Mom," he beamed at his mother and quickly fled up the half-decorated stairs and eagerly went into his room.

He closed the door and flopped down onto his messy bed, grabbing his phone from the little bedside table. He flipped it opened and and dialed the well-known number, putting it up to his ear. He impatiently sat there listening to the small rings, waiting for his lover to answered the phone. He suddenly heard the familiar voice on the other end.


"Hey. Anthony! So, I have been--"

"You've reached Anthony Padilla. I'm probably off doing something stupid, so I'll call you back later. Thanks," It said, interrupting Ian.

He frowned into the phone, slowly closing it, and threw it back onto the table. He sat there, fiddling with the blankets, let down by the fact that Anthony couldn't answer the phone. Oh well. He thought. He'd call him again later.
He walked back downstairs and passed his mother-- who was busy remodeling the house in Christmas  decor-- and into the small kitchen. His stomach growled for food. He opened the small refrigerator to find the only food in there was the Christmas turkey and the other food for the holiday..and some bologna.
Ian sighed and closed the fridge. He then dragged himself to the living room and flopped down onto the couch, burying his head into the cushions.

"Honey, you look dead," his mother called to him with concern.

"I am dead," he called back, his voice muffled by the seat.

"Come on, I doubt it's that bad."

"Mom, I don't have any friends, Anthony's out of town, and Christmas is in three days and I haven't done anything this whole break," he replied as he flipped over on his back.

His mother sighed and said, "I don't know, sweetie. Maybe you and I could go do something tomorrow, like eat out for once for Christmas?" She walked over to Ian and pushed his much-needed-to-be-cut hair out of his brilliant blue eyes.

"Yeah, I guess that would be fun," he said back, giving a slight smile.

His mother smiled back with a nod and got up to do whatever she needed to do. Ian sighed and stared at the empty ceiling, thinking about Anthony, as well as other things. He wondered if Anthony was actually having so great of a time that he actually preferred trudging around in deep snow in northern Canada over him, or if he had actually forgot about him and that he hadn't had one single thought about Ian since they got out for break.
Nonetheless, he pushed all of those thoughts aside and started twiddling with his stubby thumbs, and eventually ended up falling asleep.

Ian woke up the next morning, which surprised him because he only planned to sleep for only an hour or two. He got off from the couch, back aching from sleeping on the lumpy cushions. He looked on the floor and in between the couch cushions for his phone, but sadly the small device wasn't to be found. He frowned, trying to remember the last place he had it. He suddenly remembered the call he made last night and how he threw it on his bedside table. He quickly ran up the stairs, his barefoot stepping on a small bell that had fallen off of the decorations.

"Fuck," he muttered. He then stepped on the very edge of a step and fell over, tumbling down the stairs as a result. He made a loud thud as he hit the paneled floor below him.

"Mother fucking shit!" He exclaimed, picking himself up from the hard ground.

"Honey, are you okay?" his mother called out from the kitchen.

"Yeah," he muttered, making his journey up the stairs, being more careful this time.

"Alright, but try not to use such foul language next time."

Ian ignored her last remark and made his way into his bedroom and shut the door, making a loud jingle as he did so. Why must his mother decorate every single thing that has matter in the house?

He grabbed his phone from the table and flipped it open to a missed call. He anxiously opened it to find it was from Anthony. He almost had to hold back a girly squeal as he called the number back, putting it to his ear and listened to the well-known rings. So his lover didn't forget about him, after all.


"Anthony?" He had to make sure that it was actually him this time.


"Anthony!" Ian exclaimed, glad to finally talk to him for the first time since break started.

"Hello, Ian," his smooth voice replied. Ian could almost sense the smirk on Anthony's face.

"Holy, crap, Anthony, How have you been?" he asked full of energy and excitement.

"Good. I've been really bored actually," he replied with a tone more calm.

"Oh, really? How come? What are you doing there?" He spoke really fast when he said this. He had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. Really, you'd think he was a 13 year old boy nervously asking a girl to a school dance.

Anthony chuckled, amused by Ian's excitement. "Uh, well all we've basically been doing this whole trip  is walking around, looking at the sights and stuff. It's not that fun, and I'd really rather be there with you"

Ian blushed at his reply. "Oh, yeah, I wish you were here, too." He stumbled over his words.

"Yeah, well, I guess tomorrow will be better though."

"Why? What's tomorrow?"

"Christmas, dumbass!"

Ian face-palmed himself. How could he forget about Christmas? He was then reminded by the fact that he has to spend it alone, and, not with his beautiful lover Anthony.

"Oh, yeah... I forgot." Ian's energy faded and was replaced with disappointment.

"Yeah. It should be fun. Hey, I have to go. I think we're going to this fancy restaurant for lunch or something. I'll call you later, love you," Anthony said and quickly ended the call.

"Yeah, love you, too," Ian mumbled, closing the phone and shoving it in his pocket.

He sat down on the cheap, old bed, not sure of what to do next. He had the rest of the day to do something, and he wasn't going  to spend it sleeping and/or slacking off. He then decided that he might as well get his family and friends-- well, his family-- some Christmas gifts of their own. It is the season of giving, after all. He went to grab his wallet and car keys and went out of his room, going downstairs.

"Bye Mom, I'm going out."

"Okay.  Be back by 5, we're going out to eat tonight."

"Will do," Ian called as he walked out the door. He got into his blue Subaru and backed out of the driveway.

*** *** *** ***

The next day Ian woke up to the mouth-watering scent of eggs and bacon.  He rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen to his mother cooking on the stove top. Ian sat down at the small table as she put down a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of him, along with a glass of orange juice.

"Wow, Mom, thanks," Ian gave her a warm smile.

"You're welcome, sweetie. I just thought you needed a good breakfast today for Christmas."

Ian started digging into his food when his mother spoke again. "After you're done, make sure you get yourself cleaned up. We have family coming over later."

Ian nodded and got back to eating his delicious breakfast. Afterwards, he ran up to his room to make himself look presentable for his family. He changed into clean, fresh clothes that his mother had just washed. He fixed his tangled, messy hair into its usual bowl, making himself look fairly decent. He nodded in approval at his reflection in the mirror and ran back down the stairs. He had at least an hour to kill before all his relatives come over, so he slumped down onto the couch, turning on the television and flipped through the channels. Of course there was nothing on- there never was. He finally decided on a news channel. It was alright.
Ian really wanted Anthony to be here, laying down on the small couch beside him, forced together from the small space. Ian wanted to snuggle under Anthony's arm, and be happy.
But no, Anthony has to be in fucking Canada.

Ian's thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Great, here come the relatives. Ian thought to himself.

Ian opened the door to a man and a woman, both with hair snow white from age, smiling at him.

"Grandma! Grandpa! Hey, come inside," Ian greeted.

They all went inside from the freezing snowy air and Ian was greeted with the usual "My, you've grown so much since the last I saw you" and "The last time I saw you, you were this big!" even though they had recently seen each other last Thanksgiving.

Ian's mother walked into the room, drying her wet hands with a handcloth. "Mom, Dad, it's so great to see you!" she said as she gave them both a tight hug.

"It's good to see you too, hun. The drive here was horrible!" His grandmother replied to her.

While her and his mom talked, Ian's grandfather walked up to him and said "So, how's things with you and the boy of yours?" He couldn't possibly be talking about Anthony. He didn't know Ian was gay. At least, he wasn't supposed to.

"Excuse me?" Ian asked, unsure if he had actually meant his boyfriend or not.

"Y'know.. your special one? Your heart's desire? Your.. lover?"

"Oh, uhm.. you know about that?" Ian asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, your mother told me about it," he replied with a deep laugh. Ian grew silent.

"Oh, come on, it's nothing to be ashamed of! It's like.. you really like apples, and you have one apple and one orange, but you have an opportunity to have two apples..." Ian zoned out, not really wanting to hear this talk.

After an hour of talking with his grandparents, some more of Ian's relatives came over and by 3:00, everyone was there.

"Oh, I'll get dinner ready!" his mother exclaimed and when into the kitchen to fix the Christmas turkey.

Ian sat in a chair in the corner of the room, trying to avoid family members as much as possible. It's not that he didn't like them, it's just that he doesn't really like talking to him. Some of them think wrongly of him being gay and strongly dislike him. It didn't really bother him though. He just sat in the little chair in the corner.

By the time dinner was ready, everyone was lined up at the dinner table, which was covered in bowls and plates filled with turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, and other holiday foods. Once everyone got what they wanted, they all scattered out in the kitchen and living room to find a comfortable spot to eat their wonderful Christmas meal. Ian sat back down in his chair with his plate full and was ready to eat when the doorbell rang again.

"I'll get it!" Ian said, swallowing down a bite of turkey. He sat his plate down and went to get the door, ready to greet the next relative.

He opened the door and said, "Hey, uh, we already set up the food and stuff so you can just--" It wasn't a family member at the door. Instead, it was a tall, young man with dark, straightened hair and chocolate brown eyes, wearing a huge smile on his face.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Oh my god, ANTHONY!" Ian exclaimed as he went up to squeeze him in a tight hug.

"Surprised?" he asked.

"Fucking yes! I thought you couldn't make it!"

"I wanted to surprise you!"

"Ugh, you asshole!" Ian said as he playfully punched Anthony in the shoulder. "Oh well, I'm just glad you're here. Come inside, it's cold out there," he said with a smile, holding his had out for Anthony to take it.

He happily took his warm hand as Ian guided him through the group of people into the kitchen where his mom was eating bits of turkey.

"Hey, Mom, look who's here!" Ian told her as he pointed to Anthony, who politely waved at her.

"Anthony! Oh, it's so great that you're here! Just grab a plate and get as much food as you'd like, dear."

"No thanks, Mrs. Hecox. I'm not really that hungry. I just really want to talk to Ian right now," He told her.

"Oh, okay, that's fine then. But if you want some turkey, you know where to get some!" she said with a smile.

Anthony chuckled and replied, "Thanks. Mrs. Hecox." And he and Ian went outside where it wasn't so crowded.

"I'm so glad that you're here," Ian said as he beamed at Anthony, shivering in the cold snow.

"Yeah, me too," He replied, smiling back.

"Oh, I got you something!" Ian said as he dug in his pocket for the gift he had gotten yesterday.

"You did?" Anthony questioned as Ian pulled out a wrapped box. It was the about half the size of his hand.

"Yeah, I was going to give it to you at school, but now I can give it to you here!"

Anthony took the slightly small box and unwrapped it. He opened the box to a small picture frame, and inside the frame was a picture of him and Ian in the parking lot of school last year. They were holding hands and Ian was resting his head on Anthony;s shoulder. It was one of his favorite pictures.

"Wow, Ian, thanks," Anthony said and smiled, giving him a small peck on his frozen lips.

"You're welcome. I didn't know if you would like it or not.."

"Well, I did. Alot. And I got you something, too!"

Ian looked at him curiously as he smoothly pulled out some mistletoe out of his pockets. Ian stood there smiling and shaking his head as Anthony dangled it in the air with a smirk on his face. Ian didn't hesitate one second as he went up to passionately kiss him, putting his arms around his thin waist. This continued for awhile, and when they finally stopped for air, Anthony asked, "Best Christmas ever?"

Ian kissed him again and confirmed.  "Best Christmas ever."  

Yess, I FINALLY got this typed! :D Sorry if it seems rushed. :P I'm not used to longish stories like this. Oh, and this was a real bitch to type. This entry was supposed to be on the site over 2 weeks ago. But when I got it written and went to type it in, the internet wasn't working >.< And when it finally started working 3 days ago, I was almost done typing it, and then somehow I accidentally erased everything I wrote. D:< So i had to type it ALL OVER AGAIN. And I hate doing stuff twice.
Oh well. i'm just glad I have it done and before the month ended. Ugh, I need a nap. -_-


December 22nd, 2011

Smosh Sims :3 @ 11:05 am

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Okay, so, I got bored yesterday and started playing my Sims game, and I decided to make the two Smosh characters Ian and Anthony. They turned out alright, I guess. I think Ian turned out the best though. I couldn't find the right hair for Anthony so I just chose one that looked the best. xD

And, of course, I had to make them do some of this. ;D



December 18th, 2011

Excuses (Ch. 8) @ 09:36 pm

Current Mood: calm calm
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Rating: PG (Contains swearing.)
Disclaimer: None of these events actually happened. This was all made up in my magical little universe trapped inside my mind. And no matter how awesome it would be, I do not own Smosh. However, any other characters I probably mention I made up :3
Final chapter!
This chapter is back in Ian's POV. :)

"So, Anthony, is there any reason why you politely invited me over? I heard Kelsie ask Anthony while gliding her and across his arm. What a slut.

"Um, no.. not really. I just kind of.. wanted to talk." I scoffed at his reply

"About what?" she asked, her hand on his chest and a little to close for my--and most likely his--taste.

Anthony suddenly stood up from the couch. "Kelsie, I can't do this. You have to stop doing that." I stared at him with curiosity.

"Why?" she questioned.

I saw Anthony glance at me and went straight back to Kelsie and said, "Because... I like someone else." I raised my eyebrow in suspicion. He didn't tell me he liked someone else. Well, I guess he didn't have the time, with him yelling at me and all.

"Well, who?" Kelsie demanded.

Anthony let out a huge sigh and hesitantly said, "Ian Hecox."  My eyes grew wide in shock and Kelsie didn't look any different.  I had to think for a while for me to fully understand what he had just said.

"What?!" Kelsie and I exclaimed in unison.

"Err.. yeah," He quietly said, scratching the back of his neck. He then looked at me and gave a pained expression. I was still wide-eyed, eyebrows notched together, and mouth wide open. Kelsie looked like she was about to burst in tears.

"You actually like me?" I asked in disbelief.

He reluctantly nodded in return. Kelsie had already ran off by now, and it was just me and him in this room filled with awkwardness.

"No.. you're just saying that. You don't really like me, you just felt bad for kicking me out so you just wanted to make it up to me!" I denied.

"No, Ian, I really do like you. A lot.  It took a little kiss to realize that I have for a really long time. I have always loved your crystal blue eyes, your cute, silly grin that's always on your face, and your laughter always brought chills down my sides and I never knew why. But now I know. Ian, I'm so sorry I yelled at you. I had no right and I fucking hate myself for it. I'm terrible and I wouldn't blame you if you wanted me to leave, but I really like you and I couldn't live my life knowing a ruined my chance of at least becoming best friends again." Anthony replied so softly I had to strain to hear him.

I looked at him, almost brought to tears by the fact that the man I love might actually love me back. "Do you really mean it, Anthony?

He answered by quickly closing the space between our mouths,  smashing his soft lips against mine.He pulled back, his hand around my waist, and tenderly said, "Of course, Ian."

I beamed at him and he put his warm hand on my cheek, sending cold chills down my spine. I started kissing him again, his hand still caressing my cheek. This was nothing like the small kiss we shared at the lake. No, it was something more. It was filled with passion, filled with meaning. I slowly moved my hand to his head, gently tangling my hand in his smooth hair. We slowly maneuvered  our way to the couch, where Anthony gently laid me down onto the soft cushions. He hovered over me, his knees on either side of my waist, lightly kissing my normal, chapped lips with his beautifully soft, warm ones. Both of his hands were placed firmly on my chest, while my hands were focused on his sides. He suddenly pulled back and I looked at him with desire, not wanting him to stop. 

He chuckled and asked," So does this mean that you forgive me and that we  can be together?"

I gave him  a warm smile and said, "Yes, Anthony. I forgive you. And I would be stupid to say I didn't want to be together! Do you know how long I've wanted to be yours?"

He quietly laughed, lying down on top of me and nuzzling his face into my neck.

"Aw, no more kissy time?"

He chuckled once again. "No, I kind of just want to lay here.. with you."

I didn't argue with him. I buried my face into his hair and closed my eyes, taking in his heavenly scent. I was on the verge of falling asleep until I heard Anthony mumble, "I love you, Ian."

I smiled into his dark locks and said," I love you too, Anthony."

I then fell asleep into his beautiful embrace.


Eighth chapter. Short chapter. Awful chapter. ..Last chapter. v_v Sorry for such a short, lame last-chapter. Half of it is just  the chapter before it, just in Ian's point of view. :/ I need to work on my vocabulary, too. Tell me what you think? :)
Bye. :D


December 12th, 2011

This is what I do in chemistry. xD @ 08:57 pm

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I doodle little Ians and Anthonys :3 I really don't know what they're doing.. Ian is sitting and Anthony is standing..? xD Lol don't look at my scientist D:

And don't make fun of my messy handwriting :(


Excuses (Ch. 7, Pt.2) @ 06:56 pm

Current Mood: bored bored
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Rating: PG (Contains swearing.)
Disclaimer: None of these events actually happened. This was all made up in my magical little universe trapped inside my mind. And no matter how awesome it would be, I do not own Smosh. However, any other characters I probably mention I made up :3

**This chapter is in ANTHONY'S POINT OF VIEW.** Not Ian's. :)

I squeezed the steering wheel so hard, my knuckles were turning white. I was mad, obviously, but I'm not sure why. I'm not homophobic-- I don't mind people like that. But Ian being gay? I can't handle that. He's been living with me forever, seen me half naked, slept two rooms down from me! Who knows what he could of done. How long has he been like this? Has he had a crush on me this whole time?
I started thinking about the strange kiss we shared at the lake. What's scaring me is that the more I thought about it, the more I started to.. like it. It was slow and sweet. His lips were warm against my cold  ones, and it was-- Wait. No. No, no, no. I did not like the kiss. It was with a guy. I don't like guys.
I started to feel bad for kicking Ian out of the car and making him walk the rest of the way, which I should. But the guilt swelled up inside my stomach, making me queasy. It felt awful.
I sighed and grabbed my phone and flipped it open to see that I had one message that wasn't there before. Why didn't I hear my phone go off? I shrugged and opened the message that was apparently from Kelsie. When I did, though, I knew why it showed as  a read message. I bet Ian had read it. Nosy bastard.
Anyway, it said that she was sorry and that she wanted to get back together. I really didn't want to. She cheated on me, with three other guys, but I kind of want to invite her over to talk to her.. To get my mind off of Ian.
When I pulled into our driveway I decided to call him to make sure he was all right. I dialed the familiar number into my phone and let it ring. Suddenly I heard his obnoxious ring tone blasting from the seat next to me. I huffed and shut my phone, getting out of the car and entering my house.  
I plumped down onto the couch and called Kelsie. It rang once and she immediately answered.

"Anthony! Hey!"

"Hey, Kelsie.." Ian was right. Her voice was  a little annoying.

"Is there something you needed?" she squeaked.

"Um, yeah, I was just wondering if you wanted to come over--"

"Yeah, I'll be over there right away!" she interrupted and then ended the call.

I sighed and shut the phone, closing my eyes and laying my aching head back against the soft couch. The thoughts of Ian came fluttering into my head again. The thoughts about he and I at that magnificent lake-- the kiss. Why did I like that damn kiss so much? It was freaking me out. And why did I even kiss him first? I honestly didn't know what had happened. One minute I was splashing him and having a good time, and the next my lips were smashed against his.
I heard Kelsie  knock on the door, which was creepily fast considering I had just got off of the phone with her not even five minutes ago. I huffed and sat up from the now-comfortable couch, walking to the door and opening it to a tired, soaking wet Ian. My stomach immediately filled with immense guilt, and I could feel his eyes glare at mine.

Shaking his head, he simply said, "It rained."

"I-I can tell.." Is all I could say. God, I'm such a jackass.

He rolled his eyes and shoved passed me. I sighed and turned towards him.

"Ian! I'm really sorry! I'm a douche bag, I know.." I told him with every ounce of seriousness I could give.

"No. You always do this, Anthony. I do something wrong, you yell at me as much as possible, and then later you beg me to forgive you, expecting me to always say it's alright, that what ever you did was acceptable. Then you continue to do the same thing over and over again, and I'm sick of it! Do you know how much it hurts when you yell at me? All I ever do is try to please you so you wouldn't get mad at me, but every time you end up screaming at me," he spat.

"Ian! I really mean it this time! I'm awful. You just.. threw me off. I wasn't expecting you to be gay. Ian, I--"

"No, Anthony! I'm not forgiving you this time. you kicked me out in the fucking rain! Called me a fag...I don't think so," he yelled through clenched teeth. I've never seen him so mad.

Just then some other person knocked on the door, and I heard her squeaking voice.

"Anthony!" God, I don't know how I stood that.

"What is she doing here?" Ian demanded.

"I uh.. I invited her," I replied sheepishly.

"What?! Why would you invite that.. that skank?!" I sighed and shrugged my tired shoulders and got an eye-roll from him.

I answered the door and immediately got attacked by Kelsie with a hug, squeezing me as hard as she possibly could. I huffed and pulled her off of me, which triggered a confused look from her.

I sighed for the millionth time that day and and said, "Uh.. why don't you come inside."

"Okay!" she replied, following me to the couch.

Ian stood there with no expression, but I knew he was pissed off. He kind of looked cute when he was angry. Not like the "Oh, you're cute, let's fuck" kind of cute, but the puppy dog kind of cute..
That kiss was getting to my head. I'm not gay, nor will I ever be. So i have got to stop thinking like this.
Kelsie scooted closer to me on the small couch. I tried to scoot away, but there wasn't really anymore room. I sighed and looked over at Ian, who was standing against the wall with his arms crossed. I've never noticed how great and masculine he looked before. No, Anthony. You have to stop. You don't like him like that-- you're not like this.
I grimaced at my thoughts.

"So, Anthony, is there any reason why you politely invited me over?" Kelsie asked while gently rubbing her hand on my arm. I shuddered at the movement.

"Um, no, not really. I just kind of.. wanted to talk."

"About what?" She asked, her face close to mine as she put her hand on my chest. Okay, this isn't going to work.

I stood up from her grasp and said, "Kelsie, I can't do this. You have to stop doing that."

"Um, why?" She demanded.

I glanced at Ian and then looked back at her. "Because.. I like someone else." Ian looked at me curiously.

"Well, who?" She asked. I have no idea why I'm saying this, it just comes out, just like the other times I've done something stupid.

I sighed and said," Ian Hecox."

There's chapter 7, part 2. Finally? Yep. Sorry I haven't been posting. I'm not gonna lie, I found my old Legend of Zelda game and I have been playing it nonstop. :/ I'm sorry, it's so addicting! Hehheh. I'll be better.Oh, this isn't that great of a chapter so sorry about that, too.


December 5th, 2011

Excuses (Ch. 7, Pt.1) @ 10:08 pm

Current Mood: calm calm
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Rating: PG (Contains swearing and... abandonment? I don't know.)
Disclaimer: None of these events actually happened. This was all made up in my magical little universe trapped inside my mind. And no matter how awesome it would be, I do not own Smosh. However, any other characters I probably mention I made up :3

I walked through the unending amount of trees, searching high and low for Anthony. I've looked everywhere and he's no where to be found, and I started to worry. I was also thinking about other things as well, such as why is Anthony mad at me? He's the one who fucking kissed me first! And yeah, so I kissed back. Does that make him automatically assume I'm gay?
I sighed as I pushed all those thoughts away, making my main priority to find Anthony. I looked for another five to ten minutes when I suddenly stopped in my tracks. He's in the frickin' car! I pretty much smacked myself in the head. How can I be so stupid?
I ran through the trees and toward the black car lonely sitting there on the paved road. I looked inside the dark window and sure enough there he was, sitting blankly in the driver's seat and not even acknowledging the fact that I'm there. I tapped on the window, but he still didn't respond.

"Anthony, I have to get in."

He still sat there, motionless. Ignoring me.

"Come on, Anthony. Do you expect me to walk home?"

He sighed with irritation and he flipped the little switch that unlocked the door. I got in the car, hoping that Anthony would just forget the whole thing, like the kiss didn't even happen. But he wouldn't, and he's still pretty much mad at me for nothing. The tension in the air was so strong I could taste it, and it didn't taste very good at all.
Why does it always seem like Anthony always gets mad at me for some reason? It's probably going to end the same too-- with him begging for forgiveness from me. That he didn't know what had happened, and with me forgiving him, because I can't stand to see him sad. But he doesn't seem to mind when I'm curled up in a ball from his yelling.

"Well are you gonna start the car so we can leave, or are we just gonna sit here all day?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.

He turned on the engine, expressionless, as if he were a lifeless body but was able to move. He then drove down the paved road and started our long journey back home.
I awkwardly shifted in my seat. The silence  was unbearable.

"Look, Anthony, can we just talk about this?"

"There's nothing to talk about," He muttered.

"Yes, there is! Anthony, you fucking kissed me in the lake!"

"I didn't mean too! I didn't know what came over me.. I guess my mind had thought I was still with Kelsie or something.. But YOU kissed me BACK. You had control over that."

I was dumbfounded. Completely clueless of what to say. In a way, he was right. But you don't just accidentally kiss someone, especially one of the same gender.
We sat there in an awkward silence for a while. I was biting my lip nervously Then suddenly Anthony started talking again, and I really wish he hadn't.

"Ian, are you gay?" My eyes grew wide and my heart started beating fast.  I was so panicked, I thought I was about to shit my pants. Calm down, Hecox.. You can save yourself.

"What? No..No of course not."

"Ian. Don't lie to me."

"I'm not! Look, we aren't even talking about that right now--"

"Ian fucking Hecox. For the last time. Are you gay?" He asked again, pausing between each word. "Don't even think about lying to me, Hecox." Damn, why does he have to say my name so much?

I looked around in the car as if the windshield would tell me what to say. Is it all going to come out now? Well.. I guess so.

"Y-Yes.." I squeaked out.

Anthony let all the air out that he was keeping in his lungs. His eyebrows were stitched together, deep in thought. I was scared shitless, his lack of response is making me worried.
After a while of nothing, Anthony slowed down to a stop, unlocking the passenger door. I looked at him with confusion.

"Get out."

Did I hear that right? "W-What?"

"I said get out. I don't want fags in my car."

"A-Anthony, you're just being delusional about this! You don't really mean--"

"I said get the fuck out!" He exclaimed, interrupting me.

I stared at him in disbelief. Is he really kicking me out of the car and making me walk the rest of the way home? I kept opening my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He narrowed his eyes at me. He was being fucking serious.

I gave him one last pleading stare before I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. I had to choke back my tears as he drove away. What a fucking asshole!  Why does this always seem to happen with us? Anthony and I laugh and hangout together, then I do something wrong, and Anthony gets mad and yells at me while I just innocently sit there, grimacing at every hurtful thing he would say. I follow him around like some sort of lost puppy, and he smacks me on the nose for pissing on the carpet. Not literally, of course. Sometimes I don't even know why I love Anthony so much.

No. I do know. He's outgoing, exciting, great personality, fun to be around, my best friend since sixth grade! Not to mention his strikingly good looks. Sometimes though.. He's just a little.. temperamental.\
I sighed as I started walking back home, feeling the hot tears form at my eyes. Luckily, I'm not that far from home, so it shouldn't take long to get there. Even so, my heart kept hurting more and more with each step.

Welp. There's Chapter 7...part 1. I got really super tired.. so I didn't write all that I had written for this chapter :P BUT, I will put it up tomorrow :D God, I'm sooooo lazy, but I've really been absolutely exhausted these past few days :( I bet you are thinking that this story got off topic from what was going on in the beginning.. but just you wait :3


December 2nd, 2011

Excuses (Ch. 6) @ 11:30 pm

Current Mood: tired tired
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Rating: PG (Contains swearing and gayness :D)
Disclaimer: None of these events actually happened. This was all made up. And no matter how awesome it would be, I do not own Smosh. However, any other characters I probably mention I made up :3

"Anthony. How far away is it? We've been in this car for eight-billion years!" I complained, huffing into the palm of my hand. I have the worst patience ever.

"Calm down, we're almost there," he replied in what almost seemed like irritation.

I stared out the car window, head resting uncomfortably on my hand, and watched all the trees go by. We were already some-what in the woods, but just not there. I don't know.
After ten more minutes of endless trees, we were finally at the spot in the woods where Anthony wanted to go. I quickly got out of the cramped car and looked around. The sight was beautiful-- tall trees, the fresh, green leaves, the scent and the chirps and chatters of all the little creatures lurking around.

I almost had to drag Anthony out of the car. He is so slow. "Come on, Anthony!" I walk around to his side of the car. He opened the door and stepped out, looking around at the sight just as I had.

"Wow. This is pretty great," He said. I would've replied but I was already running off into the endless amount of trees. I could almost hear Anthony sigh as he went to follow me.

When he had finally caught up, I was resting on a large rock, out of breath from running so fast.

"Wow. Someone obviously likes the woods," Anthony said, referring to me.

"Hell, yeah! It's amazing!"

"Glad you like it," Anthony chuckled, amused by my  excitement.

We continued to walk around. We were surrounded by hundreds of different trees and many different noises. We padded through the soft dirt, leaving small tracks with every step.
I looked down to find this huge-ass earthworm squirming around on top of a stick. I picked up the slimy creature with a devious smile on my face. I then turned around to Anthony, who was trudging behind me. That slow bastard.

"Hey, Anthony.." I singsonged.


"...My new friend wants to say hi!" I said, holding out the plump worm an inch from his face. In return he shrieked, being substantially afraid of bugs.

"Ian! Get that nasty thing out of my face!" He shouted, smacking the pink worm out of my hand. I pretended to look hurt.

"But... All Frank wanted was friends," I sniffled.

"I don't care. He doesn't deserve to have friends!" He laughed. "He's too gross"

"Yes he does! But now that you knocked him on the ground, he feels rejected. Now he's all depressed."

"Whatever, man. Let's just go," Anthony said, moving on.

We started walking again for another five minutes, doing various things such as joking, scaring each other, etc. Then I got this brilliant idea.

"Hey, Anthony. Let's race each other!" I suggested, sounding like a child.

"Uh.. okay, to where?"

"I don't really know. Let's just run."

"Hm.. Let me think about- OKAY!" He then started to sprint as fast as he could.

"Hey, that's not fair!" I said as I ran, gradually catching up with him.

I let the fast air hit my face as I raced, legs moving as fast as they possibly could, as I weaved between each tree. I was fast but careful, not wanted to run into hard tree trunks.
I love running. I always have. When I was in high school, I would go to the track after school and just run for hours. It makes me feel free. It's just what I love doing.
I finally caught up to Anthony and waved as I passed him. He flipped me off and I just started laughing. When I turned back around, though, I immediately stopped. There in front of  me, was this huge, gorgeous lake. It literally took my breath away. Or maybe that's because I had been sprinting. Either way, the lake was beautiful.

"Hey why did you..." Anthony asked, his sentence trailing off. He was also mesmerized by the sight.

"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Anthony asked.


We both took off our clothes, leaving our boxers on, of course. We then ran to jump off of the old, wooden dock, splashing into the cold pond water, which came up to our waist.

"Holy fuck, it's freezing!," I complained.

"Oh, it's not that bad. Stop being a sissy," He joked. He started floating on his back, and that's when I noticed his perfectly chiseled chest, covered in tiny water droplets that reflected the sunlight that shone down on them.

"Are you just gonna float there or are you actually gonna do something?" he sarcastically asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"What? No.. but I am gonna do this!" I said as I splashed Anthony with as much water as I could. See how cold it is now, bitch.

"Holy fuck! Oh you're gonna pay.." he said, splashing me just as I had splashed him.

This turned into an all-out war as the both of us kept throwing water attacks at each other while also trying to defend ourselves. Water was flying everywhere. We looked like little children playing in a little pool in a backyard somewhere. Laughing and splashing as we try to beat the other. I could have sworn I had swallowed at least ten gallons of pond water which was pretty gross, but it didn't matter. I was having the best time of my life. With Anthony Padilla.
After about ten minutes of this, Anthony decided to duck underwater for defense. I sat there, waiting for him to come back up so I could splash him again. Though instead, he grabbed my legs and pulled me down with him. I squirmed, struggling to get back to the surface, but he wouldn't let me. After a while he finally let me go and I went up, as did he. We both gasped for air, full of laughter.
When we finally calmed down, I realized how close together we were. Our chests were literally almost touching. I guess he realized too, but to my surprise he didn't back away. He actually just stood there looking at me, as if he were in deep thought. I don't know why, but it felt uncomfortable. I really didn't know what he was doing. Yet, I still got  lost in those deep, chocolate eyes of his. I couldn't look away, and neither could he.
Anthony laid his hand on my face, caressing it with it's light touch. What the fuck is he doing? He then leaned down to kiss me, his lips cold from the water pressing onto my own. My eyes grew wide, wondering what had happened.
Did Anthony Padilla, the guy who I was in love with, the guy who was also straight and had many girlfriends, my best friend, just kiss me? I couldn't believe it, but it actually happened. I closed my eyes and began to slowly kiss him back, but as soon as I did he realized what he was doing. He opened his eyes and forced me back, his face showing extreme fright.

"Holy shit, dude, Ian, I'm so sorry!"

"Uh.. No i-it's okay.." I was still kind of mesmerized that I had just kissed Anthony.

"No, it's not! I don't know what happened.. I don't know why I... Wait.. Did you just kiss me back?" Oh, fuck..

"No.. No I didn't" I felt panicked.

"Yes you did! Don't lie to me," he demanded. I just looked at him, completely clueless as of what to say.

He shook his head at me in disgust and went to get out of the lake. He pulled himself up on the dock and put his clothes on without bothering to dry off first.

"Anthony, wait!" I cried, getting out of the lake as he walked off. "You were the one who kissed me first!" I'm not sure if he heard me.

"Fuck," I mumbled, quickly putting my clothes on and then went to run after him.

ehjfsufedbjh Well there's 6. I'M SO FRICKIN' TIRED. I have to stop typing these so late. It's already 12:30am. :/ Anyway enjoy, and sorry if there are any mistakes.