Camping is not for Anthony Part 2/?
Title: Camping is not for Anthony
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Rating/Warnings: PG for now
Summary: Anthony hates camping and has some confusing thoughts
Author's Notes: 2nd Chapter! Sorry if it's a bit short, I was having writers block :)
Previous Chapters: 1
The 3 hour car ride passed by without much drama. Anthony attempted to sleep unsuccessfully while Ian blabbered on about who was going and the various activities the group were going to do. It wasn’t that he was bored; it was just that he was exhausted from staying up all night worrying about the week trip. Why was he worried? He couldn’t tell you even if he wanted to. All he knew was that thinking about sharing a tent with Ian was giving him a weird feeling in his stomach, one he wasn’t used to. Most of the trip was spent looking out the window, hearing Ian talk but not listening. Watching the road blur into a smudge of motion did little to entertain Anthony, so his mind drifted.
After a while, his eyes started to close under their own weight and he began to lightly snore. His dreams were varied and random, going from him performing normal everyday tasks to him talking robot to a magical toaster. Suddenly, the scene changed. The kitchen behind him disappeared and, without warning, he was in a green tent. Wind caused the door to flap violently and chilled the air. Anthony was suddenly aware that he was sitting close to Ian, really close. Without warning, Ian’s hand cupped his cheek and guided Anthony’s head towards his. Anthony didn’t know why but all he wanted to do was close the gap and press their lips together. They inched closer, the distance between them nearly nonexistent. They were so close, but still not close enough.
“Ant, wake up! We’re here!”
The imaged dissolved into blackness. Anthony could feel a hand shaking his shoulder and someone calling his name. He didn’t want to wake up; he just wanted to hold onto the dream that made him feel so nice and weird at the same time. Unwillingly, he cracked open one of his eyes slightly, peering around him. Close to his face was Ian, an amused expression on his face as he leaned close to Anthony.
“You were saying my name,” Grinned Ian, raising an eyebrow as a silent question, “Why was that?”
His face felt like it was on fire. Could Ian see how red he was right now, and more importantly, why was he so embarrassed? He took a deep breath and plastered a face smile on his face.
“Yeah, I was dreaming you were getting eaten by a giant table, it was a good dream” He laughed awkwardly, realising how lame his lie was and hoping Ian would drop the subject. It seemed the lighter brunette had believed the lie as he laughed as well and reached into the car to pull out his backpack.
“Sounds about right!”
He let out a relieved sigh and promised himself that he would figure out why he was acting like a teenage girl talking to her crush or why he only felt this way when he was thinking about or was near Ian. He stumbled sleepily out of the car, following Ian on the short trek to the makeshift camp. The ground was crispy and the fallen leaves made satisfying crunching sounds as Anthony’s boots crushed them. Sunshine filtered through the trees, creating a light pattern on the ground, as birds tweeted their greetings to one another. He wasn’t a big fan of camping, but even he had to admit that the forest was beautiful. After a while they reached a clearing. In the middle was a small flickering campfire with logs acting as seats around it. 5 people Anthony recognised instantly were throwing a ball to each other near the lake, playing a game they were making up on the spot. He smiled at them; maybe camping wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought it would be.