"Um...I have to use the restroom." I excused myself and nearly ran into the restroom around the corner. I checked for something that might be on my face, I looked over my lazy, but comfortable, appearance. I took a few moments to organize myself back to normal because I slowly felt myself becoming a giddy mess of hormones. I mustered the courage to retake my place on the couch next to Anthony. I very slowly made my way back and he seemed to notice. "Ian.." He patted the seat next to him. I obliged without a word, knowing he had more to say. We were now facing each other, legs crossed, eyes studying one another, and nothing was said. That is until his soft voice broke the silence. "I know something has been bothering you.." To this I looked down, playing with the hem of my baggy t-shirt. "Look at me." He demanded in almost a whisper. Unexpectedly, he put his hand under my chin and lifted my head to meet his eyes. His touch gave me chills and I was in my very own wonderland. "You know you can tell me anything, I'm your best friend and I want to help." He held my hands and I was filled with a feeling I couldn't describe as either lust, love, or anything I've ever known. It was, in a way, more. "Anthony, truly, I am fine. I've just...been very tired lately. I haven't slept well. I-I think it's the pillows. I'll replace them soon. But it's-it's nothing." I rushed to him and faked a smile. Excuses, excuses. I didn't want to lie to him, but there was no way I could ever tell him the truth. I wasn't sure if he'd be mad that I hadn't told him sooner or if he'd be disgusted by it and the possibilities frightened me. What if he knew? Was it obvious I was gay? Was it obvious I wanted everything to do with him and more? "No, none of that bullshit, Ian. Tell me what you're hiding. What's pushing you away from me? What's keeping you in your home, away from the world like you're afraid of it?" The worry in his eyes ate me alive and I couldn't take it. I suddenly broke into a mess of sobs. I ran to my room, tried to hide myself, tried to get away from the worried brown eyes, tried to break free from the secrets and the lies that I've told. As I ran into my room with my hands over my face, barely able to see where I was going, Anthony caught me by my waist and pulled me into his bare chest. I fought a bit more, still trying to get away, but he only held me closer as the violent sobs wrecked my body. He slowed back onto the soft duvet sprawled a bit messily on my bed and took a seat, pulling me onto his lap. This way easy for him because he was taller and stronger than I was. He silently massaged circles into my side with his thumb, my head was buried in the crook of his neck, hiccuping still, but no longer sobbing. I knew he was going to ask, I knew he wanted to help, I knew he wanted to understand, but there was simply no way...He'd never understand because he didn't know what it was like to fall in love with oblivion. I wouldn't force him to love me either because then he'd be unhappy...and it seemed odd to think about it, but Anthony's happiness was my support. I make a fool out of myself just to see him laugh or smile. But, of course, after some time, I calmed down and we sat in silence. My eyes fixed on our worried pets sat at the door, side by side, heads tilted in question. When they saw me staring, they went off into the living room, feeling the sorrow mood thick in the room when they wanted nothing more than to play around. Then, once again, Anthony spoke. "You can't pretend you're okay anymore, Ian, you have to tell me what's wrong." He pushed me forward a bit, enough to be able to look me in the eyes. I considered telling him about my sexuality, at least. But the position we were in, a motion he saw as friendly, would quickly become odd and uncomfortable. He would leave and I'd never see him again...and even if he stayed, he'd only stay because he felt sorry for me and he would treat me differently. Yet, if I didn't tell him, he'd pester me all night about it...then he'd eventually give up and leave...or maybe he'd simply leave, upset that I couldn't trust him enough to tell him what bothered me. "Anthony.." I whispered. I was trying to tell him, I really was, but I couldn't. I tried to scramble out of his lap and onto the bed, but I guess he was afraid I'd run away again because he gripped my waist, stopping my actions. "I'm not going to run again.." I sighed. "I promise." Looking into his eyes, I found that there was a mixture of hesitance and worry that didn't look good on him. His eyes deserved to be happy all the time, not so sorrow, especially because of me. He let me go and I sat on the bed, beside him. I did not look into his eyes and he did not push any further. He sat still, waiting for me to say something. Something I didn't want to say because I was afraid...yet...I said it. I did not tell him I loved him, I would not tell him I loved him, but I would let him know part of the truth. "Anthony, I've held this secret within myself since I had realized it, which was in middle school... some time before I had even met you.." I quickly glanced up at him and he nodded to let me know he was listening to what I was saying. His eyes now held expectancy, as if he knew what I was going to say, as if he'd already known this moment would come. "I-I don't know how it happened or how I found out...I just...knew." I took a deep breath and gathered myself enough to look him in the eyes properly. Then the words escaped me and it felt like Hell had risen from my shoulders, but I was...okay.. "Anthony...I'm gay." -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Hello! So I thought I could put my writing skills to use and write a fanfic. An Ianthony fanfic. This was a thought/prompt that I thought of and I just HAD to share it with you all. Um, well, if you like this, I could make it a full on fanfic, for those who want to know what happens next from here. So, erm, yeah, tell me what you think and we'll see where it goes from there. Thanks if you read this and I hope you liked it even in the slightest! xx

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