Beauty and the Beast: Play Day (monthly challenge)
Title: Beauty and the Beast: Play Day
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Ratings/Warnings: I'd say PG.
Summary: The boys are in the drama club at their school, and today's the day they put on their play.
Author's Notes: This is actually based on a true story (not with smosh but it happened to someone else) I was going to make it a chapter fic., but I figured why not use it for the monthly challenge? Enjoy! Btw, Anthony's POV
Previous Chapters: One-shot
5 o'clock
Approximately 6 1/2 hours until it's over. I can't bear to think about not coming to be with this group of people everyday anymore. Our family is being torn apart. My heart aches so much when I think about it too much, but I can't just ignore it. Today is the day it ends, the day I leave my "family", the day I am torn apart from my love.
The drama club started in late December. The current date is March 3, 2012. I know it doesn't seem like long, but it was long enough to make us one big, cooky family. The club consists of 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. It's amazing to see how students, as far apart as three years can be so close. During school, if the members walk by each other, they hug and talk. It was just how things worked.
Everyday, the club would meet straight after school, and would finally leave at 6:00 p.m. The week before the show, we would meet right after school, and wouldn't be able to leave until 10:00 p.m. The final result; over 100 hours together. During those hours, I grew fond of Ian Hecox. He is in 8th grade, and I'm in 7th. I have seen him around some, but haven't really gotten to know him, that is, until drama. At first, I avoided him, but as things rolled on, I was more comfortable talking to him. It was so perfect! During school, I would shake from the excitement of being able to spend three hours with him later. I could tell he was just as comfortable with me as I was with him.
Flashback
"Stop that!" I playfully screeched at Ian. We are backstage and we have some time to waste. He took a feather from a nearby costume, and he is messing around with me with it. I grab it right from his hand and hold it triumphantly in the air. He tries to grab it back, but fails. I put it in my pocket and sit at the table that is close by. He sits down across from me and looks at me. His eyes are gorgeous. The are a brilliant blue, and the flawless, pale skin around them make them even more noticeable.
"Soo..." i start,
"Do you like anybody?" I asked out of curiosity.
He gave me a nervous glance, but didn't say anything.
"Oh come on. You can trust me!" I said, giving him a reassuring smile.
He took a deep breath and looked at me again.
"Uhh,I kinda like uhh Hannah? and Shea...But you can't tell anyone..." He said nervously.
I smiled and got up from the table.
"Cool! and I won't"
I took the feather out of my pocket, and placed it on his head, running out of the room.
Ever since that day, Ian tells me everything, and I wouldn't tell anybody if my life depended on it. On the Thursday before the show, something happened that will forever be etched into my brain.
Flashback
Here I am, fully in costume and makeup (why do guys have to wear makeup?), at a dress rehearsal, playfully shaking Ian by the shoulders for an answer to my question. He is giggling in front of me while he puts his hands on my shoulders. Suddenly, a girl named Daijza walks up to Ian.
"Emma told me who you like." and she skips away, smiling.
Ian's bright eyes darken and his smile fades. He lets go of me and stares at the ground for a moment before storming off.
How in the world did Emma find out? Ugh! This is gonna ruin his trust for me because he will think I told! I stomp over to Emma, and turn her around.
"How did you know?" I say, angrily.
She raises an eyebrow and then puts a fake confused look on her face.
"You know what I'm talking about."
"I overheard your little conversation." and with that, she turns around and struts away.
My next immediate thought is to talk to Ian. I run off and find him in the bathroom.
"Ian, I talked to Emma. She said she overheard you saying who you liked."
He kept the angry look on his face, and marched off, brushing my shoulder with his on the way out. Great! Now he hates everyone! I leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. I cried because he means so much to me. Seeing him angry and upset, makes me feel the same way. I let some tears fall, and soon pulled my self together. When I got out, I was informed that we are supposed to go back to the hallway and wait for our scene. In the hallway,the rule was that we all must be extremely quiet. I sat in my chair, and looked at Ian, who was across the hallway. He looked angry, and he gripped his fake knife so hard, his knuckles turned white. I looked away, holding back my tears again. On stage you could hear someone speak their line;
"You have all betrayed me!"
With that, Ian stands up and points his finger across the hallway at all of us.
"That's right. You have ALL betrayed me."
He said it in a whisper, but it still showed all of his anger. I couldn't help it. I let my tears go, as I silently cried, with my head in my hands.
The scene ended and it was my turn to go on stage. Unfortunately, I was still crying. I stood up and walked behind the curtains. One of my good friends saw me crying and gave me a quick hug. Other people started to notice, and tried cheering me up silently. no good. I couldn't go on stage crying! This was a happy, dance scene. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a girl talking to Ian. I noticed him glance at me. I quickly turned around, trying my best to wipe away the tears, a put a smile on my face.
The scene went smoothly, and by smoothly I mean; not bursting into tears in front of the director. As soon as it was over, I ran back to the hallway, head in hands again. I sat like that for a while, only looking up twice. Both times, I found Ian staring at me, emotionless. The scene changed and everybody except me, Ian, and a few extras went onto stage. Ian got up and sat in the empty seat in front of me. He bent down to look me in the eyes.
"There is only two people I am mad at and you're not one of them." He said in a hushed tone.
Suddenly, the strictest teacher ever walked in a yelled at us and told Ian to go to his assigned seat.
When she finally left, we stared at each other for more than a minute. Then he lifted his hands and made a heart shape with his fingers. It was a silent gesture that made me smile in an instant.
I returned the move, and leaned back in my chair, smiling.
6 o'clock
The show starts in one hour. Currently, I am getting my makeup done by parent helpers. (Seriously, GUYS SHOULDN'T HAVE TO WEAR MAKEUP) I look across the room and find Ian leaning against a wall. His dark eye liner actually brings out his blue eyes. His costume consists of huge fake muscles, big boots, a vest, a belt, gloves, and a patch of fake hair glued to his "chest" to look like chest hair. The look was absolutely ridiculous. The thing that really brought it over the top was his hair. The front was spiked up pretty high. In the back, a hair stylist attached fake hair to look like a mullet. The clips were hidden under his real hair, and it was brought back into a ponytail that fell onto his back. I laughed at the sight, mostly because it was so realistic looking.
The thought of leaving all of this takes over my thoughts again. All of the good memories with him flood my brain again.
Flashback
"Now you're just somebody that I used to know" I sang loudly.
Singing had always been fun for me. I always felt like I was pretty good at it, and usually I am not embarassed to sing in front of people.
I was at the park sitting on the stairs to the playground. I had my hand brought up to my chin as I lazily stared in front of me. I was probably singing a little louder than I should have been, but nobody was out to hear. i kept singing, while images of Ian dance through my mind. Suddenly I hear something clink against a nearby metal pole. My first thought was that somebody had thrown a rock at it from a distance, but when I turn around, I was proved wrong. Ian was on his hands and knees, under the play ground. He had a bow on his back, along with a pouch filled with arrows.
"Dang it!" He said laughing, and rising to his feet.
"What the heck were you doing?" I said, still trying to figure out the situation.
"I was trying to sneak up on you."
"Woww. Real nice. Thanks man!" I said sarcastically.
"Wanna shoot some arrows?" He said, gesturing towards his bow.
"Sure."
All of these small moments mean so much to me. The love I feel for him is so great, little things like that have me fantasizing about what could have happened for weeks. I mentally write down everything nice he ever says or does so I can remember them later for moments when sadness is too overwhelming.
6:30
only 4 1/2 more hours....
My makeup is finally done, so I walk over to Ian and poke him in the stomach. We have our own little game that we play. Pretty much just, Poke, but don't get poked. It's just between me and him. After I poke him, i instinctively cover up my stomach, so he can't poke me back. He starts to smile and tries again, and again, every time failing.
Suddenly, i hear three loud claps. I look over and see the director standing on a chair. The room goes silent as we pay attention to her.
"Today's the day! There are tons of people out there waiting for a great show, and that's exactly what we are going to give them!"
The room explodes with applause from everyone.
"Now, Now, It's time for the circle!" She says, getting down from the chair.
I guess i better explain the circle. The drama club always does it before a show, and it's supposed to be "good luck". We all get in a circle and cross our arms; right over left (You can never break that rule). We link hands with other students so we cannot be broken. We all talk about positive things for a while and say "break a leg" over and over again. Apparently, it's actually bad luck to say "good luck" before a show. I honestly don't understand this woman's logic. After about ten minutes of talking, we close our eyes. The director squeezes the person's hand to her right, and then that person squeezes the person on their right. This goes on until it goes around the circle. The director calls it "Passing around positive energy".
What catches my attention is that Ian grabs my hand. His hand fits perfectly with mine. This is definitely positive energy!
After the circle is complete, we all quietly make our way to the hallway, waiting for our cue.
9 o'clock
The entire cast sings the last line of the song as the curtain closes. Everything we have worked for just happened, and it's over. It seems so unreal; how fast time can move. I hold back tears again as the cast disperses of the stage. We are supposed to go out and sign autographs for the audience. This should be fun.......
9:30
All of us have changed back into our normal clothes and we are heading towards the middle of the school campus. Of course, with every good thing, there must be a party. It seems juvenile being alone at school this late, but it also seems mysterious and exciting.
They give out awards to everybody in the club. Ian was presented with "Most Humorous". Mine was "Best Personality". That seems about right!
10:30
One more hour with this amazing group of people.
Of course, if you have a play, you have to advertise it. So before the play, teachers put laminated posters all around school. Now that the play is over, they have given the posters to us for people to sign. I grab a sharpie and go around asking people to sign mine. I finally reach Ian and hand out my poster to him.
"Sign?" I ask, smiling.
"Is anybody going to see this?" He said seriously.
The question threw me off-guard. Why would he care if anyone saw it?
"Uhh no? If you don't want them to." i replied.
With that, he took my poster and ran to a nearby pole, where nobody was around. What could he be writing? After a couple minutes of waiting, he came back. He handed me the poster and then ran off. I turned it over to see his sloppy handwriting.
Anthony,
Being in drama with you was incredibly amazing and I wish it never had to end. I have gotten to know you more than anybody else, and I am extremely grateful to have a friend like you. I always find myself thinking about you during school, and at home. The truth is, I love you Anthony Padilla. <3
-Ian
I stared at the poster for a long time, trying to process what he wrote. I probably looked like an idiot, but I don't mind at the moment. Jasmine, a good friend, walked over to me. I flipped over the poster and casually smiled at her.
"We are doing the circle." She said, smiling.
"But we did that before the show." I said confused.
"No, a different circle."
Jeez, how many different circles are there?
Jasmine turned around and I followed her. She lead me to the flag pole where people we already starting to sit around it. Some of them had blankets and some were just huddled together. I sat down and soon after, Ian came and sat next to me. I smiled at his presence. His unsure expression on his face vanished when he saw me smiling.
Apparently, this is the "crying circle", where we all talk about how great it has been in drama, and everybody starts crying. We'll see about that.
11:15
Fifteen minutes until the party is over. Fifteen minutes until Drama is over.
The things everybody was saying didn't make me cry. It was the thought about leaving Ian that unleashed the tears. I soon realized that the reason I liked drama so much was because of him. I'm not sad because the club is over, I am sad because I am leaving him. I look over and see that Ian is crying too, but much less then I am.
Five minutes go by and now everybody is crying. The circle has ended, and we are all standing up, crying. Ian walks up to me and gives me a long, meaningful hug. I know this might look funny, but I am too depressed to care. He pulls back, but still rubs his hand up and down my back. He looks me straight in the eye, and tries his best to re-asure me.
"It's going to be ok. We will still talk. It's going to be ok, trust me."
I want to scream so badly that it's not okay, but my flow of tears restricts me from doing that. Just then he did something completely unexpected.
He kissed me. It was magic. His warm lips moved against my shakey ones. The tears seemed to stop during this moment. Everything was perfect. I pulled back, looking into those amazing eyes. A smile was plastered onto my face.
"It's going to be okay." He whispered to me. He squeezed my hand one last time before he walked off.
I got into the car with my dad, waiting for him to drive me home. He looked at me and laughed crazily. I wondered what he was laughing at. Then I realized. I had been wearing makeup still from the show. After all of the crying, it smeared down my cheeks. Well this is embarassing!
12:00 a.m.
One new text message from: Ian.
"Are you okay?"
"no. I can't stop crying!"
"I'm so sorry! I wish I could give you another hug right now!"
"I'd rather have a kiss..."
"Trust me, I'd prefer that too."
"I just can't believe it's over, all of the great memories!"
"I know how you feel, It was amazing! But I wanna shoot myself for making you cry on Thursday though."
"Now, nobody would be happy if you shot yourself."
"Yeah I guess, well anyway, I think you should get some sleep so you can hang out with friends or something tomorrow."
"Yeah I guess. Okay g'night"
"Good night Anthony."
FIN
That was good. right? Oh who am I kidding! It probably sucked! Like I said before, most of these things actually did happen to a good friend of mine, who may or may not be me. hehe but the kiss didn't actually happen in real life. I wish! lol Well, you probably don't really care, but here is the picture of the dude that wore the costume that ian was wearing. Try to picture a young Ian wearing this...