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The Boy Who Cried Wolf - IanthonyI'm pulling teeth,
Just to know your name.
And I'm growing my hair.
Cause I've been told
That you like it better
With an oh so sweet dose of honesty.
"Um excuse me?" I slithered up cautiously by the ebony haired boy standing and staring out of the classroom window.
"Uh, yeah?" he answered, turning to see me. I blushed. The sight of his handsome face made me shy away every time.
"I was wondering " I gulped "Whether you, maybe, want to be my partner for y'know the next art project "
"Er " the boy looked confused at me. We did not know each other at all, and I could tell he was a little reluctant to say yes because of that "I guess what's you're name anyways?"
My eyes widened. For a moment, it almost felt as though I could not even remember my own name. Eventually, after a lot of nervous babbling, I spoke "I-I-Ian."
"Nice name." the boy giggled. His bright smile lit up the room. My heart began racing as I realized what he was about to tell me "I'
IanHecox's Diary - 03/06/12~Sunday ~ 10:54 ~ 03/06/12~
TWO TIMES? WHAT THE FIRETRUCK? Pulled out the laptop from Anthony's room again today and MORE bloody yaoi! It's seriously scaring me now Hmmm I'll let it slide just this once, but one more time and there's gonna be QUESTIONS.
Ok, after that big random rant, let's talk a little more off the subject of Anthony (Haha, like that's possible for me!). I was thinking, and I realised, when my firetruck socks come, won't they end up with all the other mail? That's going to be really awkward, considering all the mail we get from crazy fangirls; I wonder how they'd react if they knew I had a crush on Anthony... Well, after that milk fan fiction, I don't know what crazy and creepy shit they'll want us to do.
Yes, that's right, I read the fan fiction; it was, in all honesty, quite arousing. I said I only scanned through it on Lunch Time With Smosh cause Anthony was in the room with a camera. And for some reason, I can't keep my eyes off it now, reading
Borrowing - Ianthony"Um Anthony?" Ian knocked on Anthony's bedroom door, before poking his head round.
"Yeah?" Anthony looked up from his laptop screen, smiling.
"Do you, perhaps, have a sleeping bag or something for me to borrow and sleep in tonight?" Ian mumbled, blushing and looking at the floor as Anthony's face turned from a smile to confusion.
"Why do you need any of that stuff?" Anthony enquired "What's wrong with your bed?"
"Well, I might have kinda spilt coke all over the mattress." Ian grinned, obviously asking for sympathy, shrugged and giggled awkwardly.
"You twit!" Anthony laughed playfully "Yeah, I have somewhere you can sleep."
"Oh, thanks so much!" Ian cheered; however Anthony did not move, only placed his laptop in the table next to him "Well?"
"Come on, then!" Anthony shuffled over to the edge of his bed, patting the side.
"Wha oh, ok." Ian laughed nervously, slithering cautiously under the covers with his friend; Ian tried to stay as close to the edge as possible
It's In Your Eyes - Part 1"Ian! Oi, Ian!" my hand gripped the still sleeping Ian's shoulder, shaking him violently "Come on, sleepy head!"
"Wha what the hell, dude leave me alone." Ian whined; his eyes were still closed tightly, obviously trying to give the impression he wanted me to go away and leave him to sleep, but I wasn't giving up.
"Ian, up now! I have something for you!" I giggled, pouncing on Ian; the bed frame rocked heavily, shaking and creaking unstably.
"Is it a pink flamingo?" Ian slowly opened just one eye. I shook my head "Well, I don't care then."
"Up NOW!" I sniggered and ripped the covers off of Ian's body; he shivered a little, before rolling over and curling up into a tight ball. I proceeded to encourage him, saying in a sing-song voice "I'm sure you'll like it!"
"I'm sure I won't!" Ian mocked my tone, grunting and waving the back of his palm at me, trying to shoo me away.
"If I can't get you up then the TICKLE MONSTER will!!!" I laughed, talking to my friend as thou
Liar - Short[ish] Ianthony Fanfic*Squeak**Squeak**Squeak**Squeak*
The swing creaked with every gust of wind that blew my body forward. I was at the park, gently swaying on the swings, head buried in my hands. Tears had gathered in a pool in the palms of my hands and were slowly dripping through my fingers. My quiet sobs could be heard echoing across the field, which not half an hour ago had been full to the limit with teenage boys kicking footballs around amiably. I was alone.
"Hey " I heard a familiar voice from behind me. I cautiously took one hand away from my eye, the tears that had settled there spilling off into my lap. It turned out I wasn't as alone as I thought I was.
"What?" I turned my head to see a gloomy looking Anthony, hand nervously placed in his pockets. He took one glimpse of my tear stained cheeks and red eyes then took his attention back to the ground. I couldn't help but gasp at the sight of my friend who had turned me away only ten minutes ago. What was he doing here?
"I thought that you wou
French Fry Smoshy Love .:One Shot:.
French Fry Love!
Ian. The most childish guy you'll ever meet. Yes he can be a dumb ass sometimes but he's a really cool. No one wonder I got stuck with him as a best friend/roommate.
"Hey Anthony!" Ian cheered as ran down the hall way with his camera "Look what I can do!"
I looked at him with a smirk and took the camera from his hand to film what he was gonna do. He got on his stomach and began to do the worm.
"Wow Ian." I said turning off the camera "You are so special."
"SPECIAL . ED!!" Ian said laughing at his own corny joke.
I sighed and looked at him. He was just so adorable at this moment. Laughing and smiling at the twisted world we live in.
"Anthony! Me hungry!!" he said with his pouty child face "Me want burger!"
I grabbed the keys and grabbed Ian by the hand and shoved in him in my car. He pulled out his camera and started filming again.
"So Anthony, where are we going?" He asked through the camera.
I chuckled then smiled. "As long as I got my best buddy, I really don't
OursThis is Ianthony. If you do not like the pairing please do not continue reading and return to your previous activities. I do not appreciate comments containing foul language and insults pertaining to my work. No one is forcing you to read this unless they are holding a gun to your head, in which case you still do not need to leave immature and unnecessary comments. So please, I'm asking nicely, do not continue reading and do not leave negative comments if you do not enjoy homosexual fanfiction about Ian Hecox and Anthony Padilla.
A/N: Hello to all! Yes, I'm alive! Sorry I haven't posted in quite a while, I've had NMS (no motivation syndrome) anyway, I know I should be posting When You Need Me chapter 4, but I haven't started it yet DON'T KILL ME!! Anyway, this is a song fic based off of Ours by Taylor Swift. I love her so much. Anyway, I may not use the whole song, because it won't all fit with Ian and Anthony. This will be set back when they were in high school where t
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