Pain and Love Go Hand in Hand.
Rating: pg-13
Pairings: Hints at Ianthony in the beginning, IanxMelanie, AnthonyxKalel (Sorry about that. Spoiler: From the ashes of dying love, springs a new flower of love and hope.Hint. Hint. Get the hint?)
Disclaimer: Smosh owns Smosh. Not me.
Previous Chapters: None.
“Ian’s groin ground against Anthony’s scrumptious donk, neither of them complained. Ian thought he heard a soft moan escape from Anthony’s juicy lips, or maybe-” Anthony had turned bright red upon reading the erotic fan fiction sent to them on Mail-Time with Smosh. His splotchy blush complemented him, instead of making him look half-choked like most people would. Something, a weird little thought, niggled into the crevices of my brain.
Anthony’s so cute when he blushes. He handed me the fan fiction, wiping his eyes, which watered up in over-enunciated mirth. I knew Anthony’s laugh, more than any noise in the world. It was as familiar as the back of my hand. That wasn’t Anthony’s laugh. His was loud, musical, and beautiful
“What the fuck?” I whispered under my breath. Anthony was rather attractive, as far as dudes go, but he didn’t possess certain attributes I searched for in a mate, like boobs. Rather important. Melanie had just gone home to NJ, and Kalel was “in New York.”
I had seen Kalel at some club, drunk off her ass and frenching a college junior. I hadn’t the heart to tell Anthony that she was cheating.
So he continued in his blaze of glory, dating the prom queen from high school. It wasn’t gonna be pretty when he found out.
~First Conversation after she “left”~
Kalel: Hey, Anthy-baby! (Sickly sweet, and obviously fake.)
Anthony: Hey, baby girl, what’s up, how’s New York?
Kalel: So tiring, baby, I just wanna get home to my Anthy.
Anthony: How long are you gonna be gone? I miss you so much!
Kalel: I don’t know, baby, a while, at least a few more months.
Anthony: I miss you, so bad.
Kalel: I know, baby, but they keep extending the tours. (Guy’s voice from nearby)Gotta go.
(I can picture that slutbag hanging up, and crawling back in bed with guy of the day.)
~Yeah.~
I could tell Anthony was getting tired of her shit.
He started leaving it on speaker while she called, and he used to get all giggly and private. Now he paid her no mind, doing something else, absentmindedly responding to her.
As we concluded Mail-Time with Smosh, her ringtone, some Ke$ha crap, played in Ant’s pocket.
He hit the speaker, cleaning up the torn envelopes and moldy food.
“Hey babe. How are you?”
“Fine, Anthy-baby. “
“Cool.”*Guy’s voice from nearby*
“Shut up!” she whispered. Anthony raised one eyebrow, as the guy said, “Come back to bed, baby…”
Anthony’s eyes sparked, as he dropped a moldy piece of bread on the floor.
“WHAT THE FUCK? Are you cheating on me? You’re cheating on me, you bitch! You filthy whore! You’re a slut!” His voice got dangerously quiet, soft, and gentle. He was trying to contain his mad temper. When he got pissed, he got pissed.
“You’re cheating on me. You “went to New York”, huh? Was that code for cheating on your boyfriend, with probably a hundred dudes by now?”
“No, Anthy-baby-”
“Do not call me that, you slut! My name is Anthony. That is it. Leave me the fuck alone.”
“No, baby, it’s not-” Click!
Anthony had hung up on the prom queen.
He shook his head, glancing at me, sitting on the couch, wide-eyed, having just experienced this wild fiasco. Anthony never called anyone names, unless he was joking like dick, or douche, or something.
I stood up, crossing the room where he stood frozen, eyes glinting in anger.
I haltingly hugged him, like I wasn’t sure whether to go through with this. We almost never hugged.
He rested his head on the top of mine. I heard a ragged breath, and from experience, I knew he was about to cry. I knew also, he almost never cried for anything. I led him to the couch, letting him stain my new “Eating Cookies for Breakfast Because I Don’t Give a Shit!” shirt with tears.
“Thanks, man. I think I ruined your shirt.” He apologized when his tears ran dry.
POV of Melanie
I can’t believe I am doing this. I almost never call Kalel for relationship advice.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! On the sixth ring, her voice crackled over the phone. It sounded like she had been crying.
“Hey, Mel. Haven’t heard from you in a while. How’s NJ?” she said, obviously choking back tears.
“Cold as fuck.”
“I imagined.”
“Hey, Kay, do you think Ian still loves me?”
“Of course he does. He might not show it obviously, but he loves you a lot. He checks his phone 24/7, waiting until you call. He’s spent years with you. You’re pretty much married.”
“But, he doesn’t seem as…much in love as he used to. I was on the phone with him a while ago, and he was distracted, distant.”
“They film today. Of course he would be distracted.”
“Not filming-distracted, like there was something bugging him.”
“Look, Mel. He is a busy guy. He and Anthony have a lot on their plates.”
“But it’s like we’re tired of one another. Like there’s nothing left. Like it’s time to let go.”
“Then maybe it is. If the spark is gone, what do you have?”
~Ian~
Ding- dong.
“I got it!” I yell to Ant, enthralled with editing.
“Melanie?” She had just been here last week!
“Hey, Ian. Can I come inside?” There was something up.
“Yeah, of course. Come in.” I was still shocked. Usually she told me when she was coming out.
She sat on the couch, next to me.
“Ian, we need to talk. And I didn’t want to do this over the phone.”
“You’re’ breaking up with me, aren’t you?” Why wasn’t I sad?
“I’m so sorry, baby. Ian, I don’t want to.”
“Then why are you?”
“Because our love is dying. It’s dwindling. I think that it’s time to let go, baby.”
I glanced at my hands, twiddling my thumbs in my lap.
“Look, Mel. I love you. If you want this, then I would be glad to do this for you.”
“No, Ian, I don’t want to. You’ve been so great to me for these four and a half years. You are the best boyfriend I’ll ever have. Whomever you end up with will be the luckiest person in the world. But that person isn’t me. I’m sooooo sorry, baby. Friends?”
“Best friends.” I meant it.
Anthony stumbled, bleary eyed, from the computer room.
“Oh, hey, Mel. Didn’t know you were out here.”
“I was just going; again, I am sooooo sorry, Ian. I love you.” She smiled, and gave me our last real kiss. She hugged me, one-armed hugged Anthony, and she was gone.
“What was that about, Ian?”
“She decided that it was time to let go, and we split amicably.”
“I’m so sorry, Ian. I know how much she meant to you.”
“No, it’s cool. I thought it was time too.”
“If you agreed, why are your eyes about to flood?”
“No reason.”
“Is it my turn to be comforting, then?”
I nodded wordlessly, as we sat on the couch, yet again, and cried together about the girls who were gone now. No matter how much I agreed to let Mel go, it still hurt to think that she was gone.
We fell asleep on the couch, huddled together in an intimate embrace. When I woke up, our faces were touching, his lips on my jawbone. They were soft, warm, moving slightly as he talked in his sleep. I shivered, as I realized, he was pretty much kissing me. And I was pretty sure, I liked it.
“I-Ian?”
He talked about me in his dreams? A blush crept across my face, as I wondered what he dreamed about. All of the ones I pictured were dirty, dirty stuff. I had tried to stay in the same platonic relationship with Anthony. But as we lay together, dozing on the couch, I knew I was falling. Hard.
My dad's letting me take my laptop to the hospital, so i can write and post still!!! Yes! :D
Pairings: Hints at Ianthony in the beginning, IanxMelanie, AnthonyxKalel (Sorry about that. Spoiler: From the ashes of dying love, springs a new flower of love and hope.Hint. Hint. Get the hint?)
Disclaimer: Smosh owns Smosh. Not me.
Previous Chapters: None.
“Ian’s groin ground against Anthony’s scrumptious donk, neither of them complained. Ian thought he heard a soft moan escape from Anthony’s juicy lips, or maybe-” Anthony had turned bright red upon reading the erotic fan fiction sent to them on Mail-Time with Smosh. His splotchy blush complemented him, instead of making him look half-choked like most people would. Something, a weird little thought, niggled into the crevices of my brain.
Anthony’s so cute when he blushes. He handed me the fan fiction, wiping his eyes, which watered up in over-enunciated mirth. I knew Anthony’s laugh, more than any noise in the world. It was as familiar as the back of my hand. That wasn’t Anthony’s laugh. His was loud, musical, and beautiful
“What the fuck?” I whispered under my breath. Anthony was rather attractive, as far as dudes go, but he didn’t possess certain attributes I searched for in a mate, like boobs. Rather important. Melanie had just gone home to NJ, and Kalel was “in New York.”
I had seen Kalel at some club, drunk off her ass and frenching a college junior. I hadn’t the heart to tell Anthony that she was cheating.
So he continued in his blaze of glory, dating the prom queen from high school. It wasn’t gonna be pretty when he found out.
~First Conversation after she “left”~
Kalel: Hey, Anthy-baby! (Sickly sweet, and obviously fake.)
Anthony: Hey, baby girl, what’s up, how’s New York?
Kalel: So tiring, baby, I just wanna get home to my Anthy.
Anthony: How long are you gonna be gone? I miss you so much!
Kalel: I don’t know, baby, a while, at least a few more months.
Anthony: I miss you, so bad.
Kalel: I know, baby, but they keep extending the tours. (Guy’s voice from nearby)Gotta go.
(I can picture that slutbag hanging up, and crawling back in bed with guy of the day.)
~Yeah.~
I could tell Anthony was getting tired of her shit.
He started leaving it on speaker while she called, and he used to get all giggly and private. Now he paid her no mind, doing something else, absentmindedly responding to her.
As we concluded Mail-Time with Smosh, her ringtone, some Ke$ha crap, played in Ant’s pocket.
He hit the speaker, cleaning up the torn envelopes and moldy food.
“Hey babe. How are you?”
“Fine, Anthy-baby. “
“Cool.”*Guy’s voice from nearby*
“Shut up!” she whispered. Anthony raised one eyebrow, as the guy said, “Come back to bed, baby…”
Anthony’s eyes sparked, as he dropped a moldy piece of bread on the floor.
“WHAT THE FUCK? Are you cheating on me? You’re cheating on me, you bitch! You filthy whore! You’re a slut!” His voice got dangerously quiet, soft, and gentle. He was trying to contain his mad temper. When he got pissed, he got pissed.
“You’re cheating on me. You “went to New York”, huh? Was that code for cheating on your boyfriend, with probably a hundred dudes by now?”
“No, Anthy-baby-”
“Do not call me that, you slut! My name is Anthony. That is it. Leave me the fuck alone.”
“No, baby, it’s not-” Click!
Anthony had hung up on the prom queen.
He shook his head, glancing at me, sitting on the couch, wide-eyed, having just experienced this wild fiasco. Anthony never called anyone names, unless he was joking like dick, or douche, or something.
I stood up, crossing the room where he stood frozen, eyes glinting in anger.
I haltingly hugged him, like I wasn’t sure whether to go through with this. We almost never hugged.
He rested his head on the top of mine. I heard a ragged breath, and from experience, I knew he was about to cry. I knew also, he almost never cried for anything. I led him to the couch, letting him stain my new “Eating Cookies for Breakfast Because I Don’t Give a Shit!” shirt with tears.
“Thanks, man. I think I ruined your shirt.” He apologized when his tears ran dry.
POV of Melanie
I can’t believe I am doing this. I almost never call Kalel for relationship advice.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! On the sixth ring, her voice crackled over the phone. It sounded like she had been crying.
“Hey, Mel. Haven’t heard from you in a while. How’s NJ?” she said, obviously choking back tears.
“Cold as fuck.”
“I imagined.”
“Hey, Kay, do you think Ian still loves me?”
“Of course he does. He might not show it obviously, but he loves you a lot. He checks his phone 24/7, waiting until you call. He’s spent years with you. You’re pretty much married.”
“But, he doesn’t seem as…much in love as he used to. I was on the phone with him a while ago, and he was distracted, distant.”
“They film today. Of course he would be distracted.”
“Not filming-distracted, like there was something bugging him.”
“Look, Mel. He is a busy guy. He and Anthony have a lot on their plates.”
“But it’s like we’re tired of one another. Like there’s nothing left. Like it’s time to let go.”
“Then maybe it is. If the spark is gone, what do you have?”
~Ian~
Ding- dong.
“I got it!” I yell to Ant, enthralled with editing.
“Melanie?” She had just been here last week!
“Hey, Ian. Can I come inside?” There was something up.
“Yeah, of course. Come in.” I was still shocked. Usually she told me when she was coming out.
She sat on the couch, next to me.
“Ian, we need to talk. And I didn’t want to do this over the phone.”
“You’re’ breaking up with me, aren’t you?” Why wasn’t I sad?
“I’m so sorry, baby. Ian, I don’t want to.”
“Then why are you?”
“Because our love is dying. It’s dwindling. I think that it’s time to let go, baby.”
I glanced at my hands, twiddling my thumbs in my lap.
“Look, Mel. I love you. If you want this, then I would be glad to do this for you.”
“No, Ian, I don’t want to. You’ve been so great to me for these four and a half years. You are the best boyfriend I’ll ever have. Whomever you end up with will be the luckiest person in the world. But that person isn’t me. I’m sooooo sorry, baby. Friends?”
“Best friends.” I meant it.
Anthony stumbled, bleary eyed, from the computer room.
“Oh, hey, Mel. Didn’t know you were out here.”
“I was just going; again, I am sooooo sorry, Ian. I love you.” She smiled, and gave me our last real kiss. She hugged me, one-armed hugged Anthony, and she was gone.
“What was that about, Ian?”
“She decided that it was time to let go, and we split amicably.”
“I’m so sorry, Ian. I know how much she meant to you.”
“No, it’s cool. I thought it was time too.”
“If you agreed, why are your eyes about to flood?”
“No reason.”
“Is it my turn to be comforting, then?”
I nodded wordlessly, as we sat on the couch, yet again, and cried together about the girls who were gone now. No matter how much I agreed to let Mel go, it still hurt to think that she was gone.
We fell asleep on the couch, huddled together in an intimate embrace. When I woke up, our faces were touching, his lips on my jawbone. They were soft, warm, moving slightly as he talked in his sleep. I shivered, as I realized, he was pretty much kissing me. And I was pretty sure, I liked it.
“I-Ian?”
He talked about me in his dreams? A blush crept across my face, as I wondered what he dreamed about. All of the ones I pictured were dirty, dirty stuff. I had tried to stay in the same platonic relationship with Anthony. But as we lay together, dozing on the couch, I knew I was falling. Hard.
My dad's letting me take my laptop to the hospital, so i can write and post still!!! Yes! :D