How Did You Meet? (Smosh Slash)
Title- How Did You Meet?
Pairings- Ian/Anthony
Ratings/Warnings-
Summary- Reading is an educational habit, please indulge in it ;)
Authors Notes- I was just having a shower earlier and then BAAM! This weird idea came into my head! I hope you like it. :) (I've also realised I have been mainly doing stories in Ian's P.O.V, sorry. ;) (Past is italic)
Previous Chapters- None, a fictional one-shot. :)
Ian's P.O.V
Snap!
Light flashes in my eyes.
Flash!
I turn my head away and squint my eyes.
"Hey! Tell us how you met Anthony Padilla! How did you get together?"
Voices surround me, pushing against my ears.
"C'mon, err, Ian! It's not everyday you get with a famous singer!"
I push my way through the seemingly endless crowd of people armed with cameras and fake smiles. My mouth is tightly shut and no amount of gentle coaxing will make me speak until Anthony is with me. Thoughts rush through my head and I reach out in my mind to catch one.
Why am I pushing my way through people to get into my own house?!
This is ridiculous! I reach the door and one man leaps in the way. I notice quickly that there is a pond next to my house...
"Hey! Can you..."
He didn't finish his sentence. I give him a 'slight nudge' and he topples into the pond. The cameras turn from me to the fallen reporter and I promise myself a well-deserved pat on the back when I reach the privacy of my home.
I turn the door knob and throw myself inside, away from prying eyes. I slam the door shut behind me and I shut my eyes and lean back against it. I swear quietly under my breath.
"Ian?"
Oh that voice! I could listen to it for hours and I would never get tired of it's velvety, smooth softness.
"Ian?" Open your eyes!"
I quickly flutter my eyes open and my gorgeous boyfriend is sat on my old sofa staring up a me with his chocolate eyes. I would have ran to him right then and leaped onto his lap but then I notice a neat man sitting cross legged in front of him. His hair is combed to perfection and his sharp grey eyes stare into my blue ones.
"Please take a seat Mr Hecox, or do you require another moment to reclose your eyes and proceed with your uttering of profanities?" He raises his thin eyebrow at me. I can tell he is taking the piss out of me, but Anthony invited him in so he must me bearable. I walk to the sofa and sit smooshed up against Anthony.
"I thought we weren't doing anymore interviews?" I say to Anthony and his shrugs his shoulders at me.
"I'm sorry, this guy, urm, Mr Johnson, is a friend of my dad, it will be over before you know it babe." He runs his fingers lightly along my hand and shivers run up my body.
"Aww, but I hate interviews, especially with annoying old people!" I say with my lips in a pout, but Anthony just laughs lightly.
"Uh-hum."
I forgot anyone else was even here.
"I would like to use this moment of pause to remind you that this 'annoying, old person' is still present and their hearing has not yet deteriorated." His other eyebow joins his first, high up on his forhead and his eyes burn with a cool distaste. I stifle my laughter with great effort and I can see Anthony trying to do the same.
"I'm sorry Mr, er, Sir. Please, carry on!" I stutter and Anthony lets out a high pitched giggle, then immediatly places one hand over his mouth.
"Excuse me, yes please begin." Anthony waves his spare hand and the man sighs. He brings out his notebook and pen from his pocket and flips over the cover.
"How old are you both?" He says, not looking up.
"We are both 22 years old." I answer. Anthony smiles at me and squeazes my hand softly.
The man carries on asking questions without pause. Questions that don't involve me so I sit back and admire the slice of perfection beside me, that is, my famous boyfriend. His ebony brown hair falls straight and down the right side of his face. In the morning it's not straight. During the night it forms little waves that I love running my hand through. His eyes are wide like a childs and his irises are a deep brown with flecks of dark gold. You have to be up close to see them, and I see them alot. His nose is slightly bigger than average, but is still perfect. His lips are soft like a rose and are shaped with great precision on his face like a scuplter's great masterpiece. His skin is naturally a lightly tanned colour, apart from his cheeks which are usually tinted slightly pink. Other things that you can't see are beautiful about him too. His velvet voice, his soft girly laugh and his amazing singing voice, but that is what he is famous for.
"Mr Hecox, sir. This question desperately requires your participation. Do I have your godly permission to proceed?" The man breaks me out of my daydream with his whiny voice and yet again, raise eyebrows.
"Shoot me boss." I reply and Anthony shudders next to me. The man sighs and repeats the question.
"How did you two meet?"
"That's a long story..." And I begin.
"Answer the question to win tickets to the Anthony Padilla concert! Remember this concert is last minute, it's tonight!"
My breathing stops as I hold the phone to my ear. My friends are all going. My call got through and I am sure I have the answer.
"Here is the question now :
When Anthony was a teenager, he used the same username for every website he joined. Was it-
A- Smash
B- Smosh
C- Mosh
Or D- Mash?"
"SMOSH!" I almost shout down the phone and my breathing is coming fast now.
"CORRECT! YOU HAVE WON TICKETS TO THE ANTHONY PADILLA CONCERT! CONGRATULATIONS!"
I scream with happiness and I dance around the room. Finally! I may not be able to afford tickets, but I won them instead.
It's an hour until the concert and I am dressed in my best clothes, well, best jeans and best shirt. I had made my hair a perfect bowl though. My tickets are for right at the front of the stadium so I don't want to look a mess incase Anthony looks at me. I have a HUGE crush on him. That's right. I'm gay. I came out a couple years ago, my friends don't care though. I also have another secret. I don't want to sound boastfull, but I am an amazing singer. No one else really knows but I sing all the time. I hear a car horn beeping outside and I rush out the door and launch myself into the car.
We arrive at the stadium and I leap out of the car. Straight into a man wearing a green cap and a dark coat.
"Hey, I'm sorry man. Are you okay?" I say as I help him up. I look into his eyes. Deep brown with flecks up dark gold. He smiles a beautiful smile.
"I'm fine, I hope I didn't harm your beautiful face with my clumsy self." He replies boldly, still with that amazing smile and unique eyes. We are close, very close and my brain is screaming at me to kiss this beautiful stranger.
"Antho- I mean, um, Robert! Come here!" A man calls and the man just in front of me snaps his head around. He ignores the other man.
"Hey, blue-eyed boy, what's your name?" The gorgeous man asks and I can't pull my eyes from his.
"Ian, my name is Ian."
"A great name for a beautiful man." He laughs. My heart is melting. "Well, Ian, I must go now. Goodbye." He reaches down and grabs my hand. He pulls it up and presses his soft lips against it. My heart skips a beat and he pulls back. He breaks away from me and runs towards the one who called his name.
Meeting him has stayed in my mind and never left it. Who is he?!
"Hey Ian! It starts in a minute, lets get to the front!" David shouts to me. He grabs my arm and I let him pull me. We reach the front, pushing through the masses of fans screaming for Anthony. A moment from earlier flashes through my head.
"Antho- I mean, um, Robert!"
He nearly said Anthony...
The crowd errupts into screams as Anthony and his band walk onto the stage. He's in all black and his clothes hug his slim figure, showing off every muscle effortlessly.
"Hello everybody!" His voice carries for miles with his microphone.
I recognise that voice...
"Now I'm sure everyone knows the words to my songs, am I right?" The screams of approval are deafeaning. He laughs.
I recognise that laugh...
"Well then, I take that as a yes! That means I need a volunteer to sing with me!"
Hundreds of hands fly in the air and I find that mine is one of them. Anthony walks along the stage, considering his options. He eyes drop to the front row and his stare catches mine. His eyes widen and he steps backwards in shock, I think. He then straightens his stance and smiles. He raises his hand and points at me. My mouth drops open as Anthony reaches down and pulls me onto the stage, close to him, very close. He moves the microphone away from his face.
"Hey blue- eyed boy." He says quitely with a mischievious grin on his face.
I look into his deep brown, dark gold flecked eyes.
"Hello Antho- Robert." I say, mirroring his cheeky expression and he blushes slightly.
"Here we go!" He has the microphone again and he addresses the audience. We sing and it's like heaven. Everyone is shocked at me, singing, actually good, even Anthony is shocked.
After the show I am granted access backstage as a special guest. As Anthony drags me down a corridor I am sure this isn't a normal tour. He pushes me against a wall. I make the first move though. I lean up and press my lips on his and the reaction is immediate.
Mr Johnson's pencil flies across the page as I finish talking and I can feel Anthony's embarrased yet loving stare on my face.
"Is that all sir?" I ask innocently and the old reporter stands up and walks briskly to the door.
"Thankyou for your time, I will be in touch." He says and shuts the door.
"You have good memory Mr Blue Eyes." Anthony says with his sparkling eyes.
"So do you, you didn't forget." I reply. I lean in and our lips meet, just like the very first time.