Sparks-Part 2- A Fantasy Fic
Title: Sparks-Part 2
Genre: Nothing, Really.
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, Swearing and reference to sex.
Summary:Ian breaks up with Kalel in Anthony's body and Anthony hates him for it, he thinks he's just using his body to his advantage. Ian is just doing it to be a good friend. Ian goes to a club gets drugged and makes out with a girl. A crappy story I know.
Parings:Ian/ Anthony in later chapters
Authors Notes: I wonder if you guys remember it!
Previous Chapters:
http://ianthony-love.livejournal.com/220588.html<--------- You guys probably need a reminder.
Before you start reading I feel the need to apologize. I am really not liking this story right now however part 3 will be better and up in a few days. Please just appreciate the fact that I tried! :P Sorry. PART 3 I promise will be good. PROMISE. Hopefully. Read at your own fucking risk!
Ian's POV:
I was pondering the mystery of the switching body bull-crap when my phone rang...Yes, my phone. As in 'IAN'S PHONE' I may be in a different body however my phone is still my business.
I checked the number. Weird. Not a number I know.
"Hello?" I answered suspiciously.
"Ian, hey, okay so Anthony is not picking u- Wait, Ant?" Fuck me! It's Kalel! I completely forgot she calls me every time Anthony misses 2 of her phone calls. Okay, I have Anthony's voice. Wait for the question that obviously is going to come next.
"Ant, Why are you on Ian's phone?" Perfect there it was. Brain, activate.
"Uh... Ian's in the other room..." I answered feebly.
"So you decide to pick up his phone why?"
I try to think but my brains not working, quick use the sweetest and most flattering response possible.
"'Cuz...I knew it was your number.... Babe." Why the pause between babe? Because I almost threw up.
"Okay, I'll be round in 10 minutes. See Ya!"
The line goes dead. Oh no, I forgot the only reason Kalel calls is to tell him she's coming over... What to do? Think...
Apparently, I was thinking (blankly) for too long because the door bell rung and scared me shitless.
I heard Anthony Answer the door.
"Oh, Hi Kalel, I didn't know you were coming over! You look beautiful today."
Puke because that's my voice and my body answering the door and complimenting her.
"Thanks. I think?" Kalel replied disgusted.
I decided to do what Anthony would do and walk confidently into the living room. Here goes the roller coaster.
"Hey K." I say as sexily as possible and flick the hair out of my eyes. Because that is usually what Anthony does.
"You look extra hot today babe. What do you say we hit the bedroom?" All of this time, while trying not to puke all over her perfectly made-up face I feel Anthony watching my every move. I call him Anthony because he is. He is not Ian, I am. I will not lose my identity.
"How about not today?" I ask politely as possible. The smile on her face turns down slowly then back up again as she thinks of an idea.
"Maybe this will change your mind." She leans in and boom! There it is, she makes out with me right in the middle of the living room right in front of Anthony.
Then Kalel pulls away looking slightly disappointed.
"You-You pulled away...Resisted, didn't react." She whispers.
I don't think I can stand this. Torturing my best friend is a problem, even though he does it to me every other day. I don't want to continually have to take anti-puke-out-your-entire-stomach pills everyday of the rest of my life as Anthony and who knows how long I'll be in his body? I know what I have to do. It'll break Anthony's heart but I. Cannot. Do. This.
"Kalel. We have to talk."
"What? Why?" She looked so concerned, so helpless. It made me feel...Happy? Well, I do hate her. So meh.
I lead her into my bedroom by accident.
"Uh, why are we in Ian's bedroom."
"It doesn't matter." That is probably the lamest response ever. "Look, Kalel, I'm breaking up with you. I just don't feel the love flow between us anymore."
"But!"
I cut her off.
"Look, I'm sorry."
She gets up off the bed and runs away sobbing. I couldn't help laughing...I don't know why. I'm just so evil sometimes. I couldn't stop laughing until Anthony (in my body so technically I run in to my room to see myself.) Confronts me.
"What did you just do?" He asks narrowing his eyes. Wow, How come I didn't know I could look so dangerous? I should use that when and if I get my body back.
"I-I don't know...If you...will...like it."
"Well obviously I don't like it! She's ran away sobbing! Anything that makes my girlfriend cry is a problem."
I sigh. "Ex."
"W-what?" Anthony says. He is staring at me and now I know why I can get anything out of him. Because I look genuinely scary. Now I am getting the look he always gets.
"Ex-Girlfriend. Anything that makes your EX-girlfriend cry is a problem." I say staring at the floor. I can't bear to look him in the eye. I knew it would make him cry.
"How, how could you? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?" He yells at me.
I sigh again "Anthony, please. You need to understand!"
"Understand? Understand what? That you just brutally murdered my relationship? 2 years! 2 years I was with her and now you do this? If you didn't like her you could at least have told me before using my body's advantage and breaking up with her."
I look up and shake my head "But you don't get it! I was doing something good for the long term run!"
"You're a fucking idiot, how dare you even think of doing this to me. You bastard! I can't tell you how much I-"
I hold up a hand and yell "Shut-up."
He opens his mouth to say something again but then I cut him off again.
"You are my best friend." I yell. I don't know why I am yelling but I've always hated when people don't listen to me when I try to say something.
"Do you think I would do anything to intentionally harm or hurt you? Do you think I would use my new body to sabotage you in an unrepairable way? NO. I think it would hurt you much more if I just went and had sex with her with you knowing that I was. I'll put it like this. Let's say that we don't ever switch back bodies. Kalel would never love me because she doesn't like the look of me. So you wouldn't get any benefit while I, having the "hot" Body and all, do get all the so called "benefit"! You would get to the point of no turning back and you would kill yourself! Do you want that?"
"I-"
"Whatever man. Since you didn't let me explain until I interrupted you oh-so-rudley, I won't let you speak your case. I'm off to get myself a sexy, one night stand hottie. I hope you don't mind me using your body to...Well, do the naughty with her. Bye!"
I walk out of the room feeling proud that I had the guts to speak my feelings. Off to the club.
Once I reach the club I can hear the music vibrate under my feet. Before I go in I check my looks, Ooo, I look hot! Wait no... I look fine. Just fine. Hot to girls...I hope. I walk in the club and see the bar, the half naked, drunk, white girls (Yay!), the dance floor and the DJ. Hell-yeah. My kind of place. Getting laid while drunk off my head. every horny male's dream. As I work my new-found swag up to the bar stool I can feel the woman praying on me. Hang-on ladies, let me get a little more drunk first.
I do not know where my cockiness has come from all I know is that I feel AWESOME. Mr.In-a-Relationship is back on the market.
I tell the bar tender to gimme the strongest shit he's got. Why not? It's what Anthony would do and after all I am him, right? Before the bar tender puts the drink down he asks me if I want a extra punch.
"What's a extra punch?" I ask.
"Oh, you don't know? Well then, I'll give it to you for free." He takes out a glass bottle and takes two drops of liquid and drops them in my glass.
"Have a fun night kid." He winks at me and I down the glass.
A couple minutes later I start to feel woozy and the room looks like everything is stopping and starting again. The music grows louder and everything is more amazing. The room fills with colours and shapes. I stumble onto the dance floor and grab the hottest girl my messed-up vision can see. I slam her against the wall and make-out with her.
This isn't me! What am I doing? I just wanted a one night stand and now I'm slamming girls I haven't talked to against walls? I feel like I'm watching myself from a distance. I see myself dragging the girl to my car. She follows after me laughing as if to mock me at what I'm doing. Her top is practical falling off and she's missing one shoe.She climbs in my car and I try to scream at myself to stop but my car just zips from one side of the empty road to another, I'm lucky I didn't die. I flip back in to my body and I feel amazing again, like nothing is wrong with this, but there is, there is something really wrong with this.
I stumble into the house kissing the girl sloppily at the same time. Anthony. Again, in my body. Is on the sofa.
"The hell?" He yells.
I laugh at him and flip him the finger "F-fuck... Yooo-oo-u." While the girl continues to laugh hysterically.
I drag the girl to my bedroom and as she rips my clothes I think, Do I want this?
END
I'm sorry this is so short and crappy. After I got ideas from a certain 2 members thank you for them they were awesome! (you know who you are) I began to write this. It's really late and real short and stupid and crappy and shit. But I assure you. Next chapter will be Anthony's POV and they will remember about the gash on the car and stuff. Just saying sorry it's been so long and I felt I had to write something! It's like 12:30 and i have school tomorrow and i'm tired so that just tells you why it sucks cow nipples.
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