Camping is not for Anthony
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: This will be a multi chapter fic (Well, as long as people like it ofcourse ;) ) Any comments will be appreciated.
Previous Chapters: None
"Should we wake them up?"
"Nahh, they look happy."
"I didn't know they were a couple!"
"They're not... well I don't think they are."
"Seriously, friends don't cuddle like that!"
Anthony could hear them, even though they were whispering outside of his and Ian's tent. He wrapped his arms tighter around his friend and buried his head into his back. They all thought he was sleeping, he could get away with it. If you told Anthony that he would be spooning his best friend turned boyfriend in a tent during a camping trip just 2 days ago he probably would've laughed in your face and told you that you were insane. His lips turned up into a small smile. Oh what can change in just 2 days.
*2 days before*
He dark haired man sighed as he threw a large backpack onto his messy, unkempt bed. Why did he agree to this? Only someone insane would voluntarily spend a week in a cold tent with no internet. He hated Ian for roping him into this. He hated his stupid bowl hair cut and he really hated his stunning blue eyes. Wait, since when did Anthony think Ian's eyes were stunning? Shaking his head to clear away the unusual thought, he shoved clothes into his bag. The camping trip hadn't even started and it was already making him insane. Like he would ever find his best friend attractive in that way, it just wasn't possible, he was straight. At least, he was sure he was. It was normal for guys to check out their friend when they had just got out of the shower or were getting changed, right?
"Anthony! Hurry up before I die from old age!"
He rolled his eyes at Ian being dramatic as normal and picked up his bag, preparing himself for 7 days of torture. After throwing both his bag and himself into Ian’s car, Anthony turned towards his friend of more than 12 years. Ian looked the complete opposite of how Anthony felt. Instead of being exhausted and unenthusiastic like him, Ian was practically bouncing in his seat from excitement. A smile crept onto his face without permission as he watched the lighter haired boy act childish and cute. The smile dropped as soon as the word gay crept onto his mind.
“Let’s get it over with.”