Sparks-A fantasy fic.
Title: Sparks
Pairings: Ian/Anthony in later chapters.
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, scary swearwords.
Summary: Body swapping.
Authors Notes: I'm sorry, I cannot write a sequel it's impossible. My mind just won't work. It won't think. AGH!
Previous Chapters: N/A (Thank god! It takes so long to copy paste!)
Ian's POV:
My eyes scan my dark bedroom as I peek out from the endless darkness under my duvet.
It's 4 o'clock in the morning and the thunder is as loud as cymbals being smashed repeatedly right beside my ears. I haven't slept at all since I went to bed at 9. YES. Nine.
"Holy shit, this is quite a storm!" I whisper to myself then let out a small yelp as a lightning bolt strikes a tree outside our house.
FUCK. I know I'm a grown as man and I shouldn't be scared of a little storm. But this isn't a little storm. A little storm would be a couple crashes of thunder a few strikes of lightning some pretty heavy rain and finish. This is like a freaking hurricane compared to that. No. Scratch that. A hurricane mixed with a tsunami and an earthquake with a pinch of a volcanic eruption add in there for good measure. This is CRAZY.
"Ian!"
I slap my hand to my chest around where my heart is. As Anthony appears.
"What. The. Fuck. Dude? Do you want to kill me?" I say through gritted teeth.
"No."
"Well you almost did. You know there is a book called "Knocking for dummies"? I think you should look into investing. Jesus christ!"
"Oh. Sorry. But we have a serious problem. This storm."
"No? Really? A storm?" I go heavy on the sarcasm. I put my hands to my face like binoculars. "Where? I can't see one. It looks normal to me!" I roll my eyes.
"Don't be stupid." Anthony says doing his signature hair flip with his ruffled bed head. "I was talking about the storm wreaking my fucking car! I need your help. We need to go check it out!"
My mouth falls open. "Are you fucking insane? Out there? Right into the middle of fucking hurricane Katrina times about 6000? In the dark? How did you even notice your car anyway? You can sleep through anything."
Anthony sat on the corner of my bed.
"Jeez." He says shivering. "Why do you have to have your air-con so cold?"
"Well I'm sorry I sleep in a t-shirt, hoodie, long pants and socks and you only sleep in your boxers. Just answer the fucking question."
"Well I went out there to get a drink. I thought it might help me get to sleep after editing ALL of friday's video by myself." He shoots me an angry glare which I can barley see because the lightning flashes happen so quickly. He looks over shortly. "Then the lightning struck my car because you insisted to keep your fucking car in the garage."
"Well, it was my turn. W-w-wait, LIGHTNING struck your car?" He looks over at me.
"Yes. That is what I just said."
"No. Fuck you. Fuck this. There is no way I am going out there. I am 24, Ant. I am not going out there to be swept away to bangkok or some shit."
"Enough with your bitching." He pulls me out of my bed despite my protests. Inclusive of moaning, flailing, more moaning and sitting on the floor.
"You are not a acne-ridden, going-through-hormonal-changes, bad attitude teenager anymore. Get up and come help me." He goes to his room and gets changed and comes back within the minute looking like he just spent an hour doing his hair.
He practically drags me like a little kid and her tatty teddy bear down the corridor. Holding only my hand and leaving me to my own doing. Which is trying to hold on to any corners just to let him know that I am still not okay with going outside.
"Give in." I receive a quick snap from him when he reached the end of our hallway.
"Wow, you change mood quickly."
"Just shut-up. Let's go! I can't afford another car."
"Chill."
"No!"
****
We open the front door of the house. A strong wind nearly blow our heads off.
"Nope. Fuck this." I say turning around. "There is no way I'm going out there. What am I? A fish? NO."
Anthony doesn't say anything and drags me into the pouring rain.
I shout through the fog caused by all the water "The fuck Anthony? UMBRELLA?"
"Don't have any. They are all in Kalel's car."
I suck in air sharply. The slightest mention or implication of her causes me to want to gag. Ew. I hate her. I hate her rat face. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. She needs to go hide in a hole somewhere 'cuz she doesn't deserve a handsome guy like Anthony. Anthony has so many other girls waiting for him in line. So many other girls that are hotter than her. Nicer than her. Have better values than her. Basically beat her at life. Can stand on their own two feet. Yeah. I could go on forever. Without taking a breath. To me everything about her is wrong. Sometimes I wish I could have Anthony's body so I could dump the bitch and bathe in a pool of luscious ladies! Anthony get's all the goddamned attention. It's not fair!
I start to help Anthony look for where the lighting struck the car but I can't see shit.
"OH! Found it!" Anthony said.
"Alrighty. Let's see this bad boy."
There is a huge gash right on the side of Anthony's car. It's sparking and sizzling. I loose my balance in my crouch position and Anthony reaches out trying to catch me. Unfortunately both our free hands touch the sparking hole at the same time.
****
Time freezes, everything is in slow-mo. I try to run away from the numb that I am experiencing but I can't. All I can see is that gash. That deep gash on the side of Anthony's car. I start to feel something. A feeling approaching from my hand up into my arm. All of a sudden there is an excruciating pain engulfing my body. I try to scream and whip my hand away but my body is paralyzed. It's like one side of my brain is hypnotized by the gash and doesn't want my eyes to look away. Doesn't want my physical being recognize anything surrounding me. Then I black out.
****
I wake up in a bedroom that's not mine. On the floor.
Ow...I glance down at my hand that really hurts. The fuck? There's a huge deep red mark across it. I try to touch it but bite my lip in pain if I even press it without much pressure. I squint because of the amount of sun coming through the window. I look around the room I've landed my self in. Hang on. I recognize this room. I'm in Anthony's room. What? Why am I in here? And if I'm in here where's Anthony? Wait. There was a huge-ass storm last night. Why the fuck is it sunny and DRY outside. It doesn't even look like the grass is wet. Argh. I'll figure this out later. At least in Anthony's room I have the on-suite bathroom. Lucky bitch. He never lets me use it because he's so selfish. I need a head ache tablet. I feel my brains self destruct sequence starting up. I manage to lift myself of the floor, struggling in the process, and walk to the bathroom tripping over my feet a couple times. Why do I seem higher than usual? So many questions. Why did I wake up in Anthony's room? Why am I in boxers? And why is Anthony not in his bedroom? Why can I not remember what happened last night apart form the fact that there was this huge ass storm and I went out to fix Anthony's random car? What happened after that? Did we go inside and get drunk? What happened?
I look in the mirror as I reach the bathroom.
OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. THE. HELL. WHAT. HAPPENED?
I touch my face. MY face? That is not my face. That's Anthony's face. But why is he in the mirror? Why is he mimicking the exact expressions I'm making? I look down at myself. Oh, wow. No, no, no. This is not real this is a dream. Wake up! WAKE UP! No! I gotta find Anthony. What happened to my body?
As I open the door I almost faint as I look down to see my body standing there looking at me.
I manage to laugh at the stupidity of all this. There is obviously some prank going on.
My body says to me "What the hell dude? Why are you laughing? This is...I woke up to find...I can't even. What the fuck is going on? Give me my fucking body back!"
I stop laughing abruptly.
"Anthony? Is that you?"
"Well yes... and no. It would be me if I could have my fucking body back. What happened last night? I can't remember anything."
"I don't know. But we better find out before my brain explodes. This doesn't make sense!"
END!
OMG what a cheesy ending. PART 2 will be out probably soon and will be brought to you in england instead of singapore! YAY.
Okay. I guess you guys where expecting a sequel to Entrapment because I told you I would write one.
Let me say I did try. REALLY HARD. But the way things were playing out was pretty terrible. Nothing was working in my head. The order was terrible and sounded even worse than this read out loud and I wasn't about to put something out to the community that was less than a 2 year olds writing standard. So yeah. Sorry.
But I hope you enjoy this. Try to forget about getting a sequel. I really cannot write one. It plays out all wrong.
Okay.
Please comment.
Thanks for reading.
:P
Pairings: Ian/Anthony in later chapters.
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, scary swearwords.
Summary: Body swapping.
Authors Notes: I'm sorry, I cannot write a sequel it's impossible. My mind just won't work. It won't think. AGH!
Previous Chapters: N/A (Thank god! It takes so long to copy paste!)
Ian's POV:
My eyes scan my dark bedroom as I peek out from the endless darkness under my duvet.
It's 4 o'clock in the morning and the thunder is as loud as cymbals being smashed repeatedly right beside my ears. I haven't slept at all since I went to bed at 9. YES. Nine.
"Holy shit, this is quite a storm!" I whisper to myself then let out a small yelp as a lightning bolt strikes a tree outside our house.
FUCK. I know I'm a grown as man and I shouldn't be scared of a little storm. But this isn't a little storm. A little storm would be a couple crashes of thunder a few strikes of lightning some pretty heavy rain and finish. This is like a freaking hurricane compared to that. No. Scratch that. A hurricane mixed with a tsunami and an earthquake with a pinch of a volcanic eruption add in there for good measure. This is CRAZY.
"Ian!"
I slap my hand to my chest around where my heart is. As Anthony appears.
"What. The. Fuck. Dude? Do you want to kill me?" I say through gritted teeth.
"No."
"Well you almost did. You know there is a book called "Knocking for dummies"? I think you should look into investing. Jesus christ!"
"Oh. Sorry. But we have a serious problem. This storm."
"No? Really? A storm?" I go heavy on the sarcasm. I put my hands to my face like binoculars. "Where? I can't see one. It looks normal to me!" I roll my eyes.
"Don't be stupid." Anthony says doing his signature hair flip with his ruffled bed head. "I was talking about the storm wreaking my fucking car! I need your help. We need to go check it out!"
My mouth falls open. "Are you fucking insane? Out there? Right into the middle of fucking hurricane Katrina times about 6000? In the dark? How did you even notice your car anyway? You can sleep through anything."
Anthony sat on the corner of my bed.
"Jeez." He says shivering. "Why do you have to have your air-con so cold?"
"Well I'm sorry I sleep in a t-shirt, hoodie, long pants and socks and you only sleep in your boxers. Just answer the fucking question."
"Well I went out there to get a drink. I thought it might help me get to sleep after editing ALL of friday's video by myself." He shoots me an angry glare which I can barley see because the lightning flashes happen so quickly. He looks over shortly. "Then the lightning struck my car because you insisted to keep your fucking car in the garage."
"Well, it was my turn. W-w-wait, LIGHTNING struck your car?" He looks over at me.
"Yes. That is what I just said."
"No. Fuck you. Fuck this. There is no way I am going out there. I am 24, Ant. I am not going out there to be swept away to bangkok or some shit."
"Enough with your bitching." He pulls me out of my bed despite my protests. Inclusive of moaning, flailing, more moaning and sitting on the floor.
"You are not a acne-ridden, going-through-hormonal-changes, bad attitude teenager anymore. Get up and come help me." He goes to his room and gets changed and comes back within the minute looking like he just spent an hour doing his hair.
He practically drags me like a little kid and her tatty teddy bear down the corridor. Holding only my hand and leaving me to my own doing. Which is trying to hold on to any corners just to let him know that I am still not okay with going outside.
"Give in." I receive a quick snap from him when he reached the end of our hallway.
"Wow, you change mood quickly."
"Just shut-up. Let's go! I can't afford another car."
"Chill."
"No!"
****
We open the front door of the house. A strong wind nearly blow our heads off.
"Nope. Fuck this." I say turning around. "There is no way I'm going out there. What am I? A fish? NO."
Anthony doesn't say anything and drags me into the pouring rain.
I shout through the fog caused by all the water "The fuck Anthony? UMBRELLA?"
"Don't have any. They are all in Kalel's car."
I suck in air sharply. The slightest mention or implication of her causes me to want to gag. Ew. I hate her. I hate her rat face. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. She needs to go hide in a hole somewhere 'cuz she doesn't deserve a handsome guy like Anthony. Anthony has so many other girls waiting for him in line. So many other girls that are hotter than her. Nicer than her. Have better values than her. Basically beat her at life. Can stand on their own two feet. Yeah. I could go on forever. Without taking a breath. To me everything about her is wrong. Sometimes I wish I could have Anthony's body so I could dump the bitch and bathe in a pool of luscious ladies! Anthony get's all the goddamned attention. It's not fair!
I start to help Anthony look for where the lighting struck the car but I can't see shit.
"OH! Found it!" Anthony said.
"Alrighty. Let's see this bad boy."
There is a huge gash right on the side of Anthony's car. It's sparking and sizzling. I loose my balance in my crouch position and Anthony reaches out trying to catch me. Unfortunately both our free hands touch the sparking hole at the same time.
****
Time freezes, everything is in slow-mo. I try to run away from the numb that I am experiencing but I can't. All I can see is that gash. That deep gash on the side of Anthony's car. I start to feel something. A feeling approaching from my hand up into my arm. All of a sudden there is an excruciating pain engulfing my body. I try to scream and whip my hand away but my body is paralyzed. It's like one side of my brain is hypnotized by the gash and doesn't want my eyes to look away. Doesn't want my physical being recognize anything surrounding me. Then I black out.
****
I wake up in a bedroom that's not mine. On the floor.
Ow...I glance down at my hand that really hurts. The fuck? There's a huge deep red mark across it. I try to touch it but bite my lip in pain if I even press it without much pressure. I squint because of the amount of sun coming through the window. I look around the room I've landed my self in. Hang on. I recognize this room. I'm in Anthony's room. What? Why am I in here? And if I'm in here where's Anthony? Wait. There was a huge-ass storm last night. Why the fuck is it sunny and DRY outside. It doesn't even look like the grass is wet. Argh. I'll figure this out later. At least in Anthony's room I have the on-suite bathroom. Lucky bitch. He never lets me use it because he's so selfish. I need a head ache tablet. I feel my brains self destruct sequence starting up. I manage to lift myself of the floor, struggling in the process, and walk to the bathroom tripping over my feet a couple times. Why do I seem higher than usual? So many questions. Why did I wake up in Anthony's room? Why am I in boxers? And why is Anthony not in his bedroom? Why can I not remember what happened last night apart form the fact that there was this huge ass storm and I went out to fix Anthony's random car? What happened after that? Did we go inside and get drunk? What happened?
I look in the mirror as I reach the bathroom.
OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. THE. HELL. WHAT. HAPPENED?
I touch my face. MY face? That is not my face. That's Anthony's face. But why is he in the mirror? Why is he mimicking the exact expressions I'm making? I look down at myself. Oh, wow. No, no, no. This is not real this is a dream. Wake up! WAKE UP! No! I gotta find Anthony. What happened to my body?
As I open the door I almost faint as I look down to see my body standing there looking at me.
I manage to laugh at the stupidity of all this. There is obviously some prank going on.
My body says to me "What the hell dude? Why are you laughing? This is...I woke up to find...I can't even. What the fuck is going on? Give me my fucking body back!"
I stop laughing abruptly.
"Anthony? Is that you?"
"Well yes... and no. It would be me if I could have my fucking body back. What happened last night? I can't remember anything."
"I don't know. But we better find out before my brain explodes. This doesn't make sense!"
END!
OMG what a cheesy ending. PART 2 will be out probably soon and will be brought to you in england instead of singapore! YAY.
Okay. I guess you guys where expecting a sequel to Entrapment because I told you I would write one.
Let me say I did try. REALLY HARD. But the way things were playing out was pretty terrible. Nothing was working in my head. The order was terrible and sounded even worse than this read out loud and I wasn't about to put something out to the community that was less than a 2 year olds writing standard. So yeah. Sorry.
But I hope you enjoy this. Try to forget about getting a sequel. I really cannot write one. It plays out all wrong.
Okay.
Please comment.
Thanks for reading.
:P